The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-06-27
Mr. CORAN'S ELECTION
(Continued.)

MS support, sue SdlO III q iOoo, -
voice My reply to him is torturer'
inquisitor. What are your views on
the subject?"
The same, my dear madam, as your
own" said the disgraceful little hypo-
critic How does the cause progress
in Brendon?"
81 trust that in a few weeks our local
branch will have been placed on sucn
a basis as to be a model to the Wnoie
society"
Aunt is rather a crank on anti
viVisection," whispered Miss Emily III
my ear. DO be careful, if she tackles
you about it"
laughed, and the subject changed
between us.
After the ladies left, COran began a
gloomy autobiography. His family, ne
said, had been living in the north OF
England at the time of the London es-
capade. No account OF the affair,
which appeared in only one paper,
had reached them. He had lett Ior
Sheffield shortly afterwards, and 1t
was not until ten years later that the
death of his father had given him
couple of thousand pounds, with
which he bought a share in his pres
ent business, which had greatly pros
pered.
Concerning Thomas Appleton. the
young man whom he suspected, he
spoke most bitterly. He was, indeed
in the middle of his denunciations
when Peace slipped from his chair
and moved softly to the window.
With a swift jerk he drew the blind
aside and stared out. From where
sat l could see an empty stretch OF
lawn with shrubs beyond showing
darby in the summer twilight.
"A lovely evening"" he said over his
shoulder.
We both watched him in surprise az
he dropped the blind and walked back
to his seat, stopping on his way to pat
the terrier that lay on a mat by the
window.
is there anything the matter?'
asked Coran.
IF we are to keep our business here
a secret you must not talk too loud
that is ALL
Il don't understand you"
One Of your household was listen
ing at the window"
DO you mean to tell me that | an
spied upon by my own people?" crie(
Coran, angrily. What gave you sucf
an idea?"
The dog there"
"Absurd!"
mot at all, Mr.. Coran. From whers
he lay he could look under the lower
edge of the blind, which was MOI
drawn completely down. He raised
his ears; some one approached; he
wagged his stall, it was a friend witt
whom he was well acquainted. If II
had been stranger he would have
run barking to the window. 1t is sim
pie enough, surely"
did you see who it was?" asked ou1
host, with sudden change of manner
No. said the little man. But
think this conversation unwise. Shall
We join the ladies in the drawing
room?"
Peace was in his most entertaining
mood that night. Poor Emily, wht
was sitting by the French windows
staring sadly out into the gathering
shadows, was led to the piano, wher,
she recalled her forbidden lover IL
sentimental ditties. He engaged Mis-,
Rebecca in an argument on the loca
control Of licensed premises, which
gave that worthy old lady an oppor
tunity for genuine oratory. Even GU
melancholy host was drawn out of hi
miseries by reference to the wate
supply.
When ten o'clock came, and tn
ladies were led away under Miss Re
becca's wing they keep early hour
in Brendon-I shook the inspector b
the hand in sincere admiration.
had been a really smart performance
and told him so.
The little man did not respond. Ir
stead. he drew us together in a corne
and issued his orders with sharp prs
cision.
mr.. Coran, at fifteen minutes t
eleven you will leave the house by tn
drawing room windows and place tn
envelope you have prepared In tn
hooker Of the summer house. Whe
you return DO not fasten the catch. fc
I may vish TO enter during the nigh
Walk upstairs to your bed and get
aaesp Il you can Mr.. Philfipa, 70
vM 90 b yum room and stay Their
The window o1sriooks the garden.
yuu want to keep watch-tor do N
suuUoee Jon can resist that temptatac
-soe That Jour head b well out
sagn6 When Mr.. Curan leaves Il