The Grenada sentinel., 1912-07-26
CHAPTER Viii.
Her Brother Jack.

Her Brother Jack.
Good night, Dicky!" came up the
elevator shaft. And then more good
nights" growing fainter with their
laughter as the car shot down.
Good night" | called after them.
"Devilish sorry you fellows won't stay
longer,"
Jolly good lie, jenkins" l said.
yawning sleepily, as l dropped back
into my own apartment.
Yes, sir" assented Jenkins demure-
ly. ITS sleeping on the divan the
other night, sir. Eight hours there
amt nothing like eight hours in ~<d
and in your pajamas."
"Pajamas!" / calculated, startled.
For all day had been thinking Of
her. l wondered ii Billings would hap
pen to invite me up for the week end.
But he had so many times, and l had
never gone.
BY Jove, that reminds me-" l said.
Those red silk pajamas!"
Yes, SIR" jenkins face hardened
In an odd, wooden way
pajamas were torn any in our little
row the other night"
Poor Jenkins WINGED a little. Il
think not, SIR" he muttered humbly-
"leastwise, they were all right last
night when Mr." He seemed to catch
himself abruptly. Il mean when
found them this morning, SIR"
He returned with the garments |
had received from Mastermann, and
again we spread them under the
lamp on the table. They looked singu-
larly smooth and unwrinkled. There
was not a single tear or break, not
even with the delicate cords that
twisted to form the frogs Of the seat
My, sir! But amt they red!'
breathed Jenkins. Them cords look
like little red snakes"
cut an anxious glance at jenkins
for | did not like his reference to
snakes. Seemed ominous, somehow
But his appearance was composed ant
reassuring. And, by Jove, come tc
look, the cords did look just like tiny
coiled serpents of glowing fire. Why
eyes. Fact! And thin as the beau
tiful stuff was, this brighter red raI
all over the other, covering every incl
of 1t and forming the closest, fines
What-you-call-it embroidery. 1t was a
faint and dainty pattern as that on
soap bubble! Fact is, l could no
trace it, even with my glass.
Tho op1y narf thai uasp't cnyoro,
with this embroidery business was tn
stuff used to cover the knots, or littl
balls, over which the cords wer
meant to hook In working wit
some OF these cords, idly fastenin
and uniastening them, | got q littl
impatient with one that seemed tigh
you know, and | used my manicur
knife to pull the knot through.
Careful, sir" warned jenkins
Likely to cut something"
By Jove! No sooner said, than
did 1t!
The dashed blade slipped someho'
and cut into the threads that tied tn
covers or caps or whatever-you-cal
ems. over the knots. And when
pulled, the beastly piece of silk cam
off in my fingers.
And then-oh, but / say! | 1u
gave sort OF yell and dropped tt
whole thing!
Ever have some silly ass try
scare you by poking a red hot Gig;
at you in the dark? Know how yC
jerk back? Well, there you are. Fo
give you my word. when | peeled c
the little cloth cap, regular blazes
crimson fire seemed to shoot fro
the end of the knot
Fact is, 1t wasn't knot at all, b,
button--a devilish CLASSY butto
something bigger than a dime, pc
haps, and thick as the end Of yo'
little finger And there it lay again
the silk, burning its way through
like a red coal of fire.
And 1t was just then that Billinl
rolled in.
say rolled in," because it alwa.
looks that way. That's the way Bi
ings is built, you know.
Il say, Dicky." he painted. ''tu
missed another internal express
Plenty more trains, but had a gre
Inspiration strike me that Id let "
ont me up .or ths night. Hat. Je