The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1913-02-19

tempted, out again evacuated Non.
Chamberlain leisurely took a salts
flying bite.
II get tired myself" he went on.
But it's the best way for me to do
business. You don't happen to want
a good hotel, do your"
Coarse fare and the discomforts Of
beggars' lodgings had told on the
Frenchman's temper, as Chamberlain
had surmised. He looked up with
show of human interest. Chamberlain
went on.
There's a fine hotel, the Hillside,
over yonder, only mile or so away.
Best place in all the region here
abouts; tip-topping set there, too.
Count Some-body-or-Other from Ger
many, and no end of bigwigs; so of
course they have a good cook"
Chamberlain paused and finished his
second pear. The man on the stone
was furtive and uneasy, but masked
his disquiet with the insolent sneering
manner that had often served him
well. Chamberlain, having once adopt
ed the role of garrulous travelling
salesman, followed it up with zest.
"Of course, a man can get a good
meal, for that matter. at the red
house, a little way up yonder over
the hill. But it wouldn't suit a man
like you-a slow, poky place, with no
STYLE"
The man on the stone slowly turn
ed toward Chamberlain, and at last
found voice fer more than monosy-la-
bic utterances.
II was looking for hotel" he said,
in correct English but with aiforeign
accent, land ! shall be glad to take
your advice. The Hillside, you say, is
in this direction?" and he pointed
along the lower road.
EYES," heartily assented Chamber
lain, "about two miles through those
woods, and you won't make any mis-
take going there; it's very good
place
The man got up from the stone.
"And the other inn you spoke Of
where is that?'
"The Red House? That's quite a
long piece up over the hill-this way.
Straight road; house stands near
church; kept by country woman
named Sallie. But the Hillside's the
place for you; good style, everything
neat and handsome. And fine people!"
very well, thanks. cut in the 9th
err, in his sharp. rasping tones. Il
shall go to the Hillside"
He slid one hand into a pocket, as
II to assure himself that he had not
been robbed by sleight-of-hand dur
ing the interview, and then started on
the road leading to the Hillside.
Chamberlain said Good day, sir"
without expecting or getting an an
swer, and turned the hill toward the
village.
AS soon as he had dropped from
sight, however, he walked casually
into the thick bushes that lined the
road, and from this ambush he took
a careful survey of the hill behind him.
Then he slowly. and cautiously made
his way back through the underbrush
until he was again in sight of the
cross roads. Here. concealed behind
tree, he waited patiently some five
or ten minutes. At the end Of that
time, Chamberlain's mild and Kindly
face lighted up with unholy joy. He
opened his mouth and emitted a sound
less "haw-haw."
For there was his recent companion
also returning to the cross roads, TAX
ing a discreet look in the direction of
the village as he came aiong. Seeing
that the coast was clear, he turned
and went rapidly up the road that
led over the hill to the old red house.
When Chamberlain saw that the
man was we'll on his way he stepped
into the road and solemnly danced
A 1. "a. n. a.