Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1913-05-23
CHAPTER XXI.
Jimmy Redlvius.

Jimmy Redivius.
II the occupants of the old red house
felt over-much inclined to draw long
breath and rest on their oars after
their anxiety and recent excitement,
Agatha's manager was able to supply
powerful antidote. He was restless
ness incarnate.
He was combining a belated summer
holiday with what he considered to be
good business, seeing not only his
prima donna secluded at Ilion, but 9TH
er important people all the way from
Portland to Halifax When he heard
that the man who ran off with his rae
ing car was also responsible for the
mysterious departure OF Miss Red
mond, his excitement was great
You mean to say that you were
picked up and dragged in broad day
light In New York;" he demanded of
Agatha
Practically that"
And you escaped?"
The yacht foundered'
And that scamp walked right into
your hands and you let him go?''
Agatha forced a ruefuI smile. Il con-
fess I'm not much used to catching
criminals"
Mr. Straker paused, lacking words
to express his outraged spirit
Il don't mean you, of course. This
whole outfit here-what are they do
ing? Think they're put on In a walk
ing part, Ell? Don't they know enough
to go in out of the rain?" Getting no
reply to lis fumilg, he came down
from his high horse, curiosity impel-
ling. "What'd he kidnap you for-ran-
som?"
mo. 1t seems that he mistook me
for Miss Reynier-the lady out there
on the lawn talking with Mr. Van
Camp"
Mr.. Straker bent his intent gaze
out of the window.
II don't see any resemblance at
all" His crusty manner implied that
Agatha, or somebody, was to blame
for all the coil of trouble, and should
be made to pay for it.
Even was puAliOus Smueu Aga
tina. Il thought she was some one
knew"
Nonsense" growled Mr.. Straker.
Anybody with two eyes could see the
difference. She's older, and heavier.
What did the scoundrel want with
herr"
Il don't know. She's princess or
something"
Mr.. Straker jumped. "She isl" he
cried. Lord. why didn't you tell
me?"
I'm trying to-"
Advertising" he shouted joyfully.
"JimmiDy Christmasl Wen make 1t
up-all this time lost. Princess who?
Where from? l guess you do look
like her, after all. see it all now
headlines! Strange confusion of
identity! Which is the princess"
It'll draw crowds thousands"
Agatha escaped, leaving Mr.. Straker
to collect from others the details of
his advertising story, which he did
with surprising speed and accuracy
By the next morning he had pumped
Sallie, Doctor Thayer and Aleck Van
Camp. and had extracted the promise
of an interview from Miss Reynier
herseG
The only really unsatisfactory sub
ject of investigation was Mr.. Hand.
whom Straker watched for day or
two with growing suspicion. Straker
had sputtered, good-naturally enough.
over the accident to his racing-car
and had taken it for granted, in rather
high-handed manner, that Mr.. Hand
was to make repairs. His manner to-
ward the chauffeur was not pleasant.
being a combination of me patron and
the bully 1t was exactly the sort of
manner to precipitate civil war.
though diplomacy might serve to Gov
er the breach for time.
But the racingcar, ANONYMOUSLY
towee home by Miss Reynier's white
machine. stood undisturbed In one of
the open carriage sheds by the church
Eluded by Hand for the space of
twenty-four hours, and finding that
the injury to the car was beyond his
own mechanical skill to repair. Mr..
Straker cent peremprory word to
Charlesport and to the Hillside for the