New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-04-27

hex exposed To- bcaStly rinsturm Hhc went 10 iEi
in a dreadful state. he says; but he thinks She u DC
more pleasant before the day Is over
DOOPENDYKE met us on the town side Of the river.
He seemed a trilc haggard. thought. He was
not slow on the other hand. 10 announce IN horror
stricken tone, that looked like a ghost.
You must get those wet clothes of at once. Mr..
Smart and g 10 bed with hot water bottle and ter
grains Of quninc Iou1 be very III II YOU don't Pu'
lot more elbow grease into those oars Max Get move
on YOU, Do YOU want MIR Smart 10 die Of pneumonia
While we were crossing the muddy nvcr my sccre-
tary his teeth chattcring with cold and excitement
combined related the story Of the night
ave were jus, starting Of for the boahouse up the
river according 10 plans Man and Rudolph and with
the two boats when the Counties came down IN mack
ntosh and pair Of gumbpots and insisted upon gong
along with us She said it wasn't fair o. make YOU DO
al the work and an that sort Of thing While We were
arpiiinq with her we heard someone shouting on the
opposite side Of the river. The Counties insisted that
Their, had been an accident and that YOU were hurt. Mr.
Smart and nothing would 10 but wc must send Max
and Rudolph over 10 see what the trouble was.
"To MAKE. the story short. Mrs. Titus and her son,
were over there huddcd under the caves Of the wharf
building with absolutely means Of crossing the rver
Everything was closed and locked up Tor the night II
took two trips over to fetch the whole party across.
Raining ptchfors AL the time, YOU understand. Mn.
Titus was foamng at the mouth because YOU don
own q yacht. at least launch with canopy top OF
q limousine BODY or something Of the sort.
"Thc Countess tried to get her upstairs IN the east
wing; bu, She wouldn't climb another step. She had
had to climb the hill in mud six inches deep. The
Schic carried her the last half Of the distance She
insisted on sleeping in the hall or the study: anywhere
but upstairs | assumed the responsibility Of putting
her in your bed Sir. One Of her sons occupies my bed
The elder went upstairs with the CountcS Shc gaIt
III, her bed 10 him. and then She and sat up all nlgh'
in the study waiting for telephone message from YOU
"'Thc Younger son explained good many Things Z"
us that his mother absolutely refused to discuss, she
was 80 mad when she got here. II seems She took II
into her head at the last minute 10 charter spcCd.
i,,ff 4
She Travelled bv the regular tram from Paris to some
place along the line where She got out aud waited Tor
the special which was following along behind Her idc'
was to throw couple Of pain-cothcs men on the track
and by George. Sir, she succeeded They thought She
was changing from the train for some place IN Swzcr-
land and off TO watch the other station men she
sncaked aboard the special WHICH was chartered oJH
through to Vienna. She got of AT this place ana
well we have her with Sir snug as bug IN rug
"What is she like Fred; ! inquired.
al have never seen a wet hen; but should say, on
guess. that She good bit like one Perhaps when She
thoroughly dried out She may not be 50 bad; but -
ne drew a long deep breath but, upon my word ~
honor she was the limit last night on course one coudn
expect her be exactly gracious, with her mar pStcei
over her face and her hat spoiled and hcr clothes Soake
but there was really excuse for some OF the things she
said 10 me- shall overlook them for your sake ana Tor
the Countess" He was painfully red in the face.
We were halfway up the slope when he announce 81
ncrvousv that AL my dry clothing in the closet oil
nv bedroom and could not be got at IN any cirSuiIi-
stance But" he said, Il have laid out my best irocf
coat and trousers for you. and complete change OF
linen. think if YOU take couple Of rolls at the bottom
Of the trousers they'll be prescntable
THAD secret hope that the Countess would be IN the
i corrt,,rJ Ia welcome me; but | was disappointed.
Old Crete met me and wcpt over me- as if was not
already sufficiently moist The chef came running out
to say that breakfast would be ready when desired H.
Batchorl felt Of my coat sleeve and told me that wa
o,litc wet Hawkes. had two large, steamlng toddie'
waiting for us in the vcstbuc apparently tearing that
we could get no farther without the aid OF stimulant
,tar vcntured forth in Poopcndyke's best suit OF
clothes. the one he uses when he passes the plate on
SUNDAYS in faraway Yonkcrs: 1t smclIed OF m2thba3;
but it was gloriousy dry. We sneaked down the corr
dor mast my own bedroom door and stole into the study