Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-08-28
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which u impossible
Then the money goes into the fAn
w. Of course. as my dot. Orr. II
I should die-in that case Stephen
inherits the money. And there is no
doubt but that Stephen needs money
Aleck pondered for several minutes,
while grave shadows threatened his
face. But presently his smiling. un-
quenchable good temper came 70 the
surface. and he gleefully tucked Me-
lanie's hand under his arm.
"As l said before, you need a hus-
band very badly"
"Oh, l don't know" she laughed.
The result OF Alexis moment OF
grave thought came a few days later.
with the arrival of two quietly-dressed
men. He told Melanie that one man
was her chauffeur for the white ma
chine, and the other was an extra hand
he had engaged for the return trip
on the Sea Gull. The chauffeur, how
ever, for one reason or another, rare
ly took the wheel, and could have
been seen walking at a distance be-
hind Melanie whenever she stirred
abroad. The extra hand for the Sea
Gull did just the same as the chauf-
feur.
From the day Of the arrival Of the
manager, Mr.. Hands rather mysteFt
GUS but friendly temper underwent a
change for the worse. He not only
continued silent, which might easily
be counted a virtue, but he became al
most sulky, which could only be called
a crime. There was no bantertns
with Sallie in the kitchen, scarcely a
friendly smile for Agatha herself. Mr.
Hand was markedly out of sorts.
On the morning following Mr.
Straker's request that Hand should re
pair the car, the manager found him
tinkering In the carriage shed neal
the church. The car was lacked up on
a horseback, while n wheel lay
near the road. Mr.. Hand was as grimy
and oily as the law allows, working
over the machinery with a sort Of
vicious -earnestness. Mr.. Straker how
cred around for a few moments, Their
addressed Hand In that tone o.
pseudo-geniality that marks a certain
type of politician.
Look here, colonel, / understand
you were in the employ of that French
} anarchist"
1t was an unlucky moment for at
tack, though Mr.. Straker did not a
once perceive it. Hand carefully wip
ed the oil from a neat ring of metal
slid down on his back under the cal
! and screwed on a nut. AS Mr.. Strak
er, hands in pockets and feet widt
} apart, watched the ~mechanician, thert
came through the silence and thu
sweet air the sound Of thrushes call
ing from the wood beyond. Mr.. Strak
! er craned his head to look out at thu
church, then at the low stone wall
as if he expected to see the songster'
performing on a stage before a row o
) footlights. He turned back to Mr.
/ Hand.
That's right, is it? You worked TO
, the slippery Mounseer"
"Uh-m," Hand grumbled, with
: screw in his mouth. Something Xix,
that"
"What'd you do?"
/, 1--WE found where she was wrenche,
t in the turnover. Got to have a ney
pin for this off wheel before she goe
much farther"
!. "All right, Ill order one by ~telegrap
d today. What'd you dos l asked"
9 Hand wriggled himself out from ur
der the car and got on his feet. H
3 thrust his grimy hands deep into hi
l pockets, stood for a moment cor
! templative and b%elligerent, as If III
! decided whether to explode or moi
r and then silently walked away.
AS Mr.. Straker watched his fgur
moving slowly toward the kitchen, h
t started a long low whistle, expressly
. of suspicion and doubt. Midway, how
ever, he changed to a lively tun
e whose title was I've got him on tn
v run'--a classic just then spreading u
3 and down Broadway. He took a fe'
8 turns about the car, looked at the geal
ing with a knowing air, and then wen
into the house.
t If he had been a small boy, hi
y mother would have punished him fc
stamping through the halls; being
grown mar and a visitor, he may /
described as walking with firm, Dol
n frool TNna11u hnI pyao oh1o tn ~,
n down Agatha, who ri conferrin
with Sallie in the library.
, Sallie shifted in scorn of Mr.. Stra.
n er, whom she disliked far worse tina
> Mr.. Hand; nevertheless, as she lie
the room she twisted up her gingha.
apron and tucked it into its band in
vague attempt at company manner
Mr.. Straker lost no time In attackiI
q Agatha.
What d'you know about that chau
If feur-nurse and general roustabol
IT that's taking care of our young ge
tleman up~-stairs?" he inquired blunt
lie Innocent Of subtlety as Mr.. Strak
in was, he was nevertheless keen enout
to see that Agatha's instincts tot
TO alarm at his words. Indeed, one skille
= in reading her face could have dete,
ed the nature of the uneasiness VIZ
ten there, She could not lie again,
at she had unhesitatingly lied to u
e sheriff; neither could she abandon h
position as protector to Mr.. Han
She wished for cleverness Of the SC
ut that could throw her manager off t
scent, but saw no way other than Il
BY direct way.