The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1913-01-11

mated all negotiations. Afterward
when he learned that their client was
"a lady he wrote conditional note of
apology. but II he expected response
he was disappointed. A year went by.
and now with the beginning Of this
narrative two newly completed coun.
try homes glowered ut each other
from separate hillsides, one envious
and spiteful. the other defiant and
bit satirical.
BaZelhurst Villa looks across the val
ley and sees Shaw's cottage command
ing the most beautiful view In the
hills; the very caves Of his ladyships
house seem to have wrinkieG into a
constant scowl Of annoyance. Shaw's
long, low cottage seems to smile back
with tantalizing security. serene in its
more lofty altitude, in its more gor-
geous raiment Of nature. The brooks
laugh with the glitter of trout, the
trees chuckle with the flight Of birds.
the hillsides frolic in their abundance
OF game, but the acres are growing
Ike dogs Of war. Love thy neighbor
as thyself" is not printed on the boards
that line the borders Of the two estates
In bold black letters the signboards
laconically say: mo trespassing on
these grounds. Keep OFF,
Eyes. fancy you'd better put him
off the place If he comes down here
again to fish. Tompkins." said his lord:
ship. in conclusion. Then he touched
w RI hal ~
through the shady lane in most pain
fully upright fashion, his thin legs
sticking straight out. his breath com
ing in agonized little jerks with each
succeeding return Of his person to the
saddle.
by Jove, Evelyn. it's most annoying
about that COMPOUNDED Shaw chap" he
remarked to his wife as he mounted
the broad steps leading to the gallery
half an hour later. walking with the
primness which suggests pain. Lady
Bazelhurst looked up from her book.
her fine aristocratic young face cloud
ing with ready belligerence.
what has he done. Cecil dear?''
"Been fishing on our property again,
that's all. Tompkins says he laughed
at him when he told him to get off. +
say, do you know, think I'll have to
adopt rough methods with that chap
Hang it all, what right has he to catch
our fish?' ID. !.
ooh, how I hate that, manv' ex-.
claimed her ladyship petulanHy. /:
"But I've given Thompson final In
.structions." 2
And what are they?"
ITO throw him in the river next
time" -.
"Oh, if he only could" rapturously.
Gould? My dear. Tompkins is an
American. He can handle these chaps
IN their own way. At any rate, told
Tompkins If his nerve failed him at the
last minute to come and notify me- I'll
attend to this COMPOUNDED popinjayr'
Good for you, Cecil!' called out an.
other young woman from the broad
hammock in which she had been daw-
ding with half alert ears through the
foregoing conversation. spoken like
a true Briton. What is this popinjay
Nke?"
"Hullo, sister! Hang it all, what's he
like? He's like an ass, that's all. I've
never seen him, but If I'm ever called
upon to-but you don't care to listen to
details You remember the big log that
lies out in the river up at the bend?
Well, it marks the property line. One
half Of its stump belongs to the Shaw
man, the other half to INTO US, Eve
Ign. He shan't fish below that log-no,
sir!" His lordship glared f1ercely
through his monocle in the direction of
: the PARKWAY log, his watery blue eyes
blinking as malevolently as possible
his long, aristocratic nose wrinkling at
its base in fine disdain. His five feet
four Of stature quivered with lily sub
or the sudden recollection Of the dog
trot through the woods it is beyond me
to suggest.
But suppose our fish venture into
his waters, Cecil. What then? Isn't
that trespass?" demanded the Hon.
Penelope Drake, youngest and most
cherished sister of his lordship.
Now. don't be silly, Pen," cried her
sister-in-law. "Of course we can't reg
hlate the fish"
But / dare say his fish will come
below the log, so what's the odds"
said his lordship quickly. "A houts
a lawless brute at best.'
"Is he big?" asked the Hon. Penelope
lazily.
''They vary. my dear girl"
II mean Mr.. Shaw
"Oh, I thought you meant the-but
I don't know. What difference does
that make? Big or little. he has to
stay Off my grounds Was it a look of
pride that his tall young wife bestowed
upon him as he drew himself proudly
erect. or was it akin to pity? At any
rate, her gay young American head
was inches above his own when she
arose and suggested that they go in
side and prepare for the housing of
the guests who were to come over
from the evening train.
'sThe drag has gone over to tho sta.