Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1913-05-08
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tory to carving thin slices from veal
loaf that stood near by, when she was
accosted by some one appearing in
the doorway.
is this the Red House?" 1t was a
cool, sharp voice, sounding even more
outlandIsh than Mr. Hands Sallie
turned deliberately toward the door
and surveyed the newcomer.
Wen, yes; guess SO. But you
don't need to scare the daylights outer
me, that way"
The stranger entered the kitchen
and pulled out chair from the table.
Give me something to eat and drink
the best you have. and be quick
about it, too"
Sallle paused, carving knife in hand,
looking at him with frank curiosity.
We'll, | snum! You amt the new
minister either now, are your"
The stranger made no answer. He
had thrown himself into the chair, as
If tired. Suddenly he sat up and look
ed around alertly, then at Sallie, who
was returning his gaze with interest.
Where are you from, anyway"
she inquired. I'VE don't see people
like you around these parts very oft
en-"
I dare say he snarled. "Are you
going to get me meal, or must /
tramp over these COMPOUNDED hills all
day before I can eat?"
"Oh. I'll get you up bite, If that's
all you want l never turned anybody
away hungry from this door yet, and
we've had many a worse looking
tramp than you. l guess Miss Red
mend won't mind"
Miss Redmond The stranger
started to his feet, glowering on Sal
lie Look here! Is this place a ho-
tel. or isn't it,"
We'll, anybody'd think it was. the
way I've been driven from pillar to
post for the last ten days! But you
can stay; I'll get you meal, and a
good one, too"
Saille's good nature was rewarded
by CONFUSION Of anger on the part
OF the guest. Fool! IDIOT" he
screamed. You trick me in here!
You lie to met"
oh, set down, set down." inter
rupted Sallie. You don't need to get
SO net up as all that. I'll get you
something to eat. There amt any ho-
tel within five miles of here-and
poor one. at that" Thus protesting
and attempting to soothe, Sallie saw
the stranger make a grab for his hat
and start for the door, only to find
It suddenly shut and locked in his
race. Mr.. Chamberlain, moreover, was
on the inside, facing the foreigner.
II you will step through the house
and go out the other way" Mr.. Cham
berlain remarked coolly, sit will oblige
me. My horse is loose in the yard,
and I'm afraid you'll scare him off.
He's shy with strangers"
The two men measured glances.
! thought you travelled afoot when
pursuing your real estate business"
sneered the stranger
i do, when it suits my purposes"
replied Chamberlain
What game are you up to. anyway
IN this disgusting country?" incurred
the other.
Kidding 1t of rascals This way.
please" and Chamberlain pointed be-
fore him toward the door leading in
to the hall. AS the stranger turned,
his glance fell on Sallie, still carving
her veal loaf. idiot" he said dis.
gustedly.
We'll, I haven't been caught yet,
anyhow" said Sallie grimly.
Chamberlain voice INTERRUPTED her
This way. and then the first door on
the right. Make haste, if you please.
Monsieur Chatelard"
At the name, the stranger turned
standing at bay, but Chamberlain was
at his heels. You see, l know your
name. 1t was supplied me at the
reading room. Here-on the right
quickly"
The hall was dim, almost dark. the
only light coming from the open door
way on the right. Whether he wished
or no, Monsieur Chatelard was forced
to advance into the range Of the door
way; and once there, he found him
self pushed unceremoniously into the
room
1t was large, cool room, lined with
bookcases Near the middle stood an
oblong table covered with green felt
and supporting an old brass lamp.
Four people were in the room, besides
the two newcomers. Aleck Van Camp
was on low step-ladder, just in the
act of handing down a book from the
top shelf. Near the step-ladder two
women were standing, with their
backs toward the door. Both were in
white, both were tall, and both had
abundant dark hair. One of the
French windows leading out on to the
porch was open, and Just within the
sill stood the man from Charlesport.
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