Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1913-07-25
XXI.
Jimmy Redlvlus.

felt over-much inclined to draw Q ions
breath and rest on their oars after
their anxiety and recent excitement
Agatha's manager was able to supply
a powerful antidote. He was restless
ness incarnate.
He was combining a belated summer
holiday with what he considered to DO
good business, seeing" not only his
prima donna secluded at lion, but 9TH
er important people all the way from
Portland to Halifax. When he heard
that the man who ran off with his rhc-
ing a was also responsible for tho
mysterious departure Of Miss Rod
mond, his excitement was great.
You mean to say that you wero
pisked up and drugged in broad day
light In New York;" he demanded OF
Agatha.
Practically that"
And you escaped"
1.-THE yacht foundered."
"And that scamp walked right into
your hands and you let him go?
Agatha forced a rueful 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 60 in out Of the rain?' Getting nc
reply to tis Tuning, 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.. Var
Camp"
Mr.. Straker bent his intent gaze
out of the window.
II don't see any resemblance q
ALL" His crusty manner implied tina
Agatha. or somebody, was to blame
for all the coil Of trouble, and SHOULD
be made to pay for it.
Even l was puzzled" smiled Aga
tina. II thought she was some n
knew"
NONSENSE" growled Mr.. StrakeI
Anybody with two eyes could see tn
difference. She's older. and heavier
What did the s%coundrel want witt
herr"
81 don't know. She's a princess q
something"
Mr.. Straker jumped. "She Isl" b
cried. Lord. why didn't you tel
me?"
I'm trying to-"
"Advertising!" he shouted joyfullJ
"Jimminy Christmas! Well make
up-all this time lost. Princess who
Where from? l guess you do loo
like her, after all. l see 1t all now
headlines! Strange confusion G
identity! Which is the princess
TIN draw crowds-thousands."
Agatha escaped, leaving Mr.. Strake
to collect from others the details G
; his advertising story. which he di
|, with surprising speed and accuracy
By the next morning he had pumpe
Sallie, Doctor Thayer and Aleck Va
Camp. and had extracted the promis
of an interview from Miss Reynie
! herself.
, The only really unsatisfactory sui
iect of investigation was Mr.. Han,
whom Straker watched for a day q
two with growing suspicion. Strake
had sputtered, good~-naturally enough
over the accident" to his raclng-ca
3 and had taken 1t for granted, in rattle
a high-handed manner, that Mr.. Han
t was to make repairs. Hts manner t
. ward the chauffeur was not pleasan
being q combination of the patron an
. the bully. 1t was exactly the sort {
+ manner to precipitate civA wa
though diplomacy might serve to CO
err the breach for a time.
But the racingcar, ignoniniousl
towed home by Miss Reyniers whit
machine, stood undisturbed n one
the open carriage sheds by the churcI
Eluded by Hand for the space
a twenty-four hours. and finding tn,
the injury to the car was beyond b
q own mechanical skill 70 repair. N
= Straker sent p~eremptory word
Charieanort and to the Hillside for Il