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


go away!" Kissed the guard angrily; @This is the
Mayor and the Mayoress Stand aside!"
Presently the Mayor and the MayoreSs snugly
slowed away in the creakng hack and it ratified away
over the cobblestones.
3When does the next train get n?" l asked for the
third time. He still bowling after the departing
hack.
aEhe The next. Oh, Mein Herr is it you?-
ayes, it is still |. Is there another train soon?'
THAT was Mayor Berg and his wife, he said, taking
stops for him, Ell? Ha! 1t stops for no else but
good Mayor. When he commands it to stop, it
stops .- -. ..+,or +,,,na.-.a o. .t,, rs,or+
you to the Mayor!"
sAeh GoH' he gasped. aThere is no train until nine
o'clock in the morning. Nine Mein Herr.
@Ach, GoHl' groaned |. "Are you sure?'
"Jdh! You can go home now and go to bed. Sir
There will be no train until nine and will not be on
duty then. Goodnight!
RRITTON led me into the waiting ROOM where sat
down and glared at him as if he was to blame for
everything connected with our present plight.
u dare say we'd better be starting ome, Sir, said
he tidly. Something as gone wrong with the plans,
l fear. They did not come, Sir.
@Do you think am bind?' roared
3Not at all, Sir he said in haste, taking step or two
backward.
Inquiries at the little eating house only served to
verify the report of the station guard There would be
train before nine o'clock, and that very slow
one what we would call local in the States More
it carried nothing but thrdclass carriages. There
was not the slightest probability that the fastdous Mrs
Titus would travel by such train: forced to
the conclusion that something had gone wrong with the
plans Dsmally prepared for the long drive home.
At last we were off, Brtton at the wheel shall not
describe that dabocal trip home. 1t IS necessary only
to say that first lost way and went six eight
miles in the wrong direction; then had blowout,
and no quick-detachable rim; subsequently something
went wrong with the mud-caked machinery, and my
unfortunate valet had to lie on his back in puddle for
half an hour Eventually sneaked into the garage
with our trembling Mercedes, and quarreled manfully
with the who had to wash her.
"Great Heaven, Brtton Poopendyke!' exclaimed,
aghast stopping short my sloshy progress down the
of him. The poor devil has been waiting for US three
miles up the river since midnight!
mo such luck, Sir, said he grumpily.
"Luck You heartless rascal! What do you mean
by that"
a beg pardon Sir. l say he could sit in the
boat ouse and twidde is thumbs at the elements Sir
Trust Mr.. Poopendyke to keep out of the ran'
an any event. he is still waiting there for wet
dry, he and the big Schmcks. We must telephone
to the castle and have Hawkes. send Conrad out with
word to them" looked at my watch. 1t was twenty
minutes past II suppose no one in the castle
went to bed last night Good Lord! what scene for
a farce
We retraccd steps to the garage, where Britton
went to the telephone stood in the doorway of the
building. staring out gloomily, hollow eyed
The excitement in BrittOn's usually imperturbable
countenance he running up to mefrom the tele
phone closet prepared me in way tor the startling
that was to come.
Il had Mr.. Poopendyke himself on the wire, Sir.
What do you think Sr?"
A premontion! "She-she has arrived" demanded
DULY.
He nodded. ~She as Sir Mrs.-your mother, Sir,
is in your midst. She arrived by special train at
twelve lawst night, Sir"
was speeches.. The brilliant morning sunshine
seemed to be turning into somber night before
everything going black.
ashes asleep he says and doesn't want to be dis
turbed till he says he can't say anything
lust the telephone because he's afraid of waking
er She appens to be sleeping in your bed Sir he
an my bed? Good Heavens, Britton! What's to
become of meo'
aDont take it SO ard, Sir he made haste to say.
4R1atchfnrd fixed Mace for the couch