The Delta independent., 1913-04-18

"Midd1!n'"
We'll, asked because Mr.. Stone
is a busy man and we like to save
him all the-the-"
Trouble you can, hey? That's nice
of you. you must save him a lot, MI
-er-King. was it?"
mo, Prince"
Sure and sartin', Prince, of course
i knew twas connected with the roy.
al family. Well, Mr.. Prince. I'm afraid
even you can't help me nor him out
this time. I'm lookin' up friend OF
mine, a widow lady from down the
Cape. She's relation Of Mr.. Stones,
and she's come to Boston during the
last day or SO. / thought likely he
might know where she was. that's all.
That would be little out of your
latitude. hey?"
{ 81 don't know. Her name wasn't
Coffin. was it?"
Captain Nat started. at certainly
was" he answered eagerly. How'd
you know that?"
/ Mr.. Princes complacence was SUI.
| perb. "Oh." he answered with con.
descension, Mr. Stone trusts me with
a good many of his personal affairs"
Il should think likely he would.
/ But about Mrs. Coffin? You was goin'
to say?"
"She is with James Hallett & Co..
the tailors. on Washington street Mr..
Stone found place for her there, !
believe. I-er-er-superinte the
carrying of her valise and What?"
"Nothin', nothin'. Hum! Hallett G.
Co, tailors? What number Washin'
ton street did you say?"
Mr.. Prince gave the number.
Thank you a lot" said Captain
Nat. with fervor. "Good-by, Mr.. Prince.
Hope the next time Il come you'll be
in the firm. Good day. sir"
Good day. Nothing else can do!
And you won't wait for Mr.. Stone?
Very good. Is there any message for
him that you would like to leave?"
"Hey?" Nat had started to go. but
now he paused and turned. There was
a grim twinkle in his eye. "Message?"
he repeated. why. ye-es, don't
know but there is. You just give Mr..
Stone Cap'n Hammond's compliments
and tell him I'm lookin' forward to
interyiewin' him some time. Just tell
him that. will you?"
III tell him. Glad to have met
you, Captain Hammond"
In the workshop OF Hallet C Co.
Keziah sat sewing busily. The win.
dow near her was closed. stuck fast,
and through the dingy panes she
could see only roofs and chimneys.
The other women and girls near her
chatted and laughed. but she was ST.
lent. She did not feel like talking.
certainly not like laughing. The gar
ment she was at work on was a coat.
a wedding coat, so the foreman had
told her, with smile; therefore she
must be very particular. The narrow
stairway leading up to the workshop
ended in little boxed-in room where
the finished garments were hung to
await the final pressing. From be-
hind the closed door OF this room
came the sound OF voices. apparently
in heated argument. One OF these
voices was that OF Larry. the errand
boy. Larry was speaking shrilly and
with emphasis. The other voice was
lower in key and the words were In.
audible.
NO, SIT, you can I. uecidTeu bdTTy
"You can't. tell you. The boss don't
let nobody in there and Hold oil!
Hold oni"
The other voice made a short but
evidently earnest answer. Larry again
expostulated. The workers looked up
from their sewing. The door opened
and Larry appeared. flushed and ex-
cited.
where's Mr.. Upham?" he demand
ed. MIR. Upham!"
Upham was the foreman OF the
workroom. At the moment he was
downstairs in conversation with the
head of the house. A half dozen gave
this information.
whats the matter? Who is it"
asked several.
Il don't know who It's. It's man
and he's crazy. / think. ! told him
he couldn't come in here. but he just
keeps a'comin'. He wants to see some
body named Coffin and there amt no
Collins here"