Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1913-07-24

cannes and passing the kennel mas
ter. who had rallied the stable men
and was in hot pursuit
Somebody turned EN- out-turned
EN- OUT he shouted and swept pro
tanely by. The gate Of the kennel
yard stood open 4 familiar figure.
running low, paused and then sprint
ed nimbly along the paddock fence. A
white sweater was diStinguiShable for
moment on Il stone NIall, then it fol
lowed 4 pair Of enchanted heels into
oblivion.
Time had been passing swiftly. and
the shadows We're deepening re
traced my steps toward the terrace.
hearing the cries of pursued and pur-
suers growing fainter. | had not vet
gained a position from which | could
see Cecilia. when man appeared
some distance ahead of me- walking
guardedly in one Of the garden plots
He came uncertainty, pauSing to
glance about. vet evidently led toward
the terrace by definite purpose. An
may be fair in love and war, but l
confess to Il feeling of pity for John
Stewart Dick as watched him slowly
advancing to his Fate He was going
boldly now. and felt sudden liking
for him. nor can believe that he was
other than a manly fellow with sound
brains and Il good heart.
| reasoned us marked his approach
to the terrace that he had been loiter-
ing il the nciShborhood probably
watching Cecilia and repperton. and
when the architect retired he had as
sumed that the sixth man had spoken
The appearance of his former com
radcS of the inn had doubtless dis
turbed him rs it had me; then. thanks
to the resourceful Hezckiah, they had
been routed, and the coast was clear
l watched him draw nearer to Cecilia
as | have watched deer 20 down to n
lake to drink. He would speak now, |
was confident of it. and | stole round
to the side entrance and sent word to
Virgins to 20 to the drawing room and
wait for me.
Miss Octavia and Pepperton still lin
gered over their tencupS The row
made by the fugitives from her kennels
had not, it seemed, penetrated to the
library, and Miss Octayia bade me join
the talk. which had to do. | remember.
with some project for national hall
of fame that had incurred her charac-
teriStic diSpleaSure. A hall of immor-
tai rascals III pillories she thought far
likeiier to please the masses
In fifteen minutes l saw Cecilia cross
ing the hall. She stopped where |
could see her quite plainly and thrust
her hand into the pocket of her coat
Out flashed the silver notebook. She
made Il swift notation with the pencil
that now, knew, wrote the fate of the
sixth man.
| went out and spoke to her and
walked beside her to the drawing room
door where Hartley Virgins was wait
ing.
Miss Octayia had risen when | re-
+ turned to the library. and it was time
to dress for dinner.
Just moment. Miss HOLSTER
Something Of great interest is about to
occur" And l made excuses for de-
tanning her for perhaps five minutes,
! not more
you have never yet deceived me
Arnold AmeS. and such is my conf
dence in you that if you tell me that
something interesting will soon occur
have no reason to doubt you. 1t is
worth remembering, however. that fowl
is not improved by prolonged roast
/ ing
| heard Virgins laugh in the hall
and Miss Octavia raised her head
Then Cecilia came into the room and
walked directly to her aunt
Aunt Octavia, here is the little sill
/ yer notebook YOU gave me in Paris
have just written Mr. Virgins name in
it, and as | have no further use for the
thanks
Without 4 word Miss Octavia turned
10 the wall and pressed the button
twice
'William' she said as the butler APP
peared, you may serve Oriana 81.
and be careful not to freeze it to death:
and the hour for dinner is changed to
o. Aiholh' Npu may fOuIN tll dlINt W
Gooseberry bungalow for my brother
and niece. They dine with me 30.
night"
HeZeliiah and | built our bungalow in
the orchard where on that October aft
ernoon found her munching a red APP
pie on the stone wall She is the most
scrupulous Of housewives and only now
took nae to task for scattering the
hearth with fragments OF the notes
from which this narrative has been
written. She has just been reading
these last pages with mcditatiye brown
eyes and not without occasionally
reaching for the pen and retouching
some sentence III which. She says. SCOT
from my chimney doctoTing days has
clogged the ink Ceri!ia and Virgins
I live ut HoUptipld across the fields. Miss