Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-04-27

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in dreadful state. he says but he thinks she'll be
pleasant before the day is over
DOOPENDYKE met us on the town side of the river.
He seemed trihe haggard, l thought. He was
not slow, on the other hand to announce IN horror
stricken tones that looked like ghost.
"You must get those wet clothes off at once, Mr..
Smart and 60 to bed with hot water bottle and ten
grains of quinine You'll be very i'll if you don't Put
lot elbow grease into those oars, Max. Get
on you'll Do you want Mr.. Smart to die of pneumonia?
While were crossing the muddy river my secre-
tary. his teeth chattering with cold and excitement
combined related the story of the night.
ave just starting off for the boathouse up the
river, according to plans, Max and Rudolph and with
the two boats when the Countess down IN mack
intoSh and pair of gumbooS and insisted upon going
along with She said it wasn't fair to make you do
all the work. and all that sort of thing While we were
arguing with her we heard someone shouting on the
there had been accident and that you hurt Mr.
Smart, and nothing would do but we must send Max
and Rudolph to what the trouble was.
ITO make the story short, Mrs. Titus and her sons
there, huddled under the of the wharf
building with absolutely of crossing the river
took two trips to fetch the whole party across
Raining pitchforks all the time you understand. Mrs
Titus foaming at the mouth because you don't
yacht or at least launch with canopy top or
limousine body, something of the sort.
"The Countess tried to get her upstairs in the east
wing: but she wouldn't climb another step: She had
had to climb the hill in mud SIX inches deep. The
Schmicks carried her the last half of the distance She
insisted sleeping in the hall or the study anywhere
but upstairs l assumed the responsibility OF
her in your bed, Sir One of her occupies my bed
The elder went upstairs with the Countess She
up her bed to him. and then she and sat up all night
in the study waiting for telephone message from YOU
"The younger explained good many things to
that his mother absolutely refused to discuss she
SO mad when she got here. 1t seems she took it
into her head at the last minute to charter special
tran but forgot notify of the switch in the plans
She travelled by the regular train from Paris to some
place along the line where she got out and waited for
the special which following along behind. Her idea
a
and by George Sir she succeeded. They thought she
changing from the train for place in Swtzer-
land and went off to watch the other station Then she
sneaked aboard the special which chartered clear
through to Vienna She got off at this place, and
well we have her with u.s. Sir as snug as bug in rug
"What is she like. Fred?" | inquired.
II have never seen wet hen; but should say, on
guess that she's good bit like Perhaps when she's
thoroughly dried out she may not be SO bad; but
he drew long, deep breath.-"but, upon my word OF
honor she the limit last night OF course couldnt
expect her to be exactly gracious with her hair pasered
her face and her hat spoiled and her clothes soaked
but there really for OF the things she
said to shall overlook them for your sake and for
the Countess" He was painfully red in the face
We were halfway up the slope when he announced
nervously that all my dry clothing in the closet off
my bedroom and could not be got at in any circum
stance. @But he said Il have laid out my best rock
linen. think if you take couple of rolls at the bottom
of the trousers they'll be presentable.
HAD secret hope that the Countess would be in the
courtyard to welcome me; but was disappointed
Old Gretel met and wept if | was not
already sufficiently moist The chef running out
say that breakfast would be ready when desired it.
Batchford felt of my sleeve and told me that
quite wet. Hawkes. had two large, steamng toddies
waiting for in the vestbule apparently fearing that
could get farther without the aid OF stmulant
But there was no sign of single Titus
Later l ventured forth in Poopendykes best suit of
clothes, the he when he passes the plate
Sundays in PARKWAY Yonkers 1t snelled of mothballs
but it gloriously dry We sneaked down the corr
dor past my bedroom door and stole into the study
Just inside the door l stopped in amazement. The
Countess was sound aseen in my big armchair forlorn