The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-08-27
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SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS
INSTAJJ,MENTS
By
Geo. Barr
McCutcheon

. III tue opening instruments OF "A y
q Fool and His Money" Geo. Barr Nc 8
ontcheon's charming novel, serial .
Q rights for which have been specially Q
q obtained for the Home and Farm @
Magazine Section, we learn of John; 8
beiiamy Smart, the young man who Q
9 is telling this story lie has just @
written his first novel, and at the 8
q same time has fallen heir to an i'm o
mense fortune left him by his uncle. @
After visit to London, Smart o
takes trip on the River Danube. o
Y AFTER finding an eldworld town, he @
c''"nvers an ancient castle, which 10 @
y purchases from its owner the Count. @
WIN his secretary, Poopendyke, he @
taxes possession of the immense O
structure, which is supposed TO be @
iehanfed only by the caretaker and @
y ms family, the Schmicks. Later Smart O
y nhds woman who IS in possession @
OF wing Of the castle that is barred @
y 70 MIN. She grants brief interview, @
= but refuses to leave. The servants @
g appear to be in league with her, and o
y smart is IN quandary. Later he is 9
9 captivated by the wit and beauty of q,
q the mysterious lady and no longer 8
y Urges her departure. He finds that 4.
y she is divorced from worthless and a
y scneming Austrian Count, who was O.
y awarded the custody of the lady's o
q child. The Count demands million o
y dollars from his rich American father, @
9 n'iaw when he would give it up. The 9
g mother abducts the child and selects @
g the castle as hiding place. Smart (.
. fears trouble with The authorities, O
q but decides TO assist the fair diy0rcee, O.
9 although she warns him of tho 8
@ danger. A number Of visitors makes q,
@ it difficult to keep secret the pres. q
@ ence Of the Countess in the castle. I.
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TIlERE was Russian baron (the
! man who had to be kneaded)
the last syllable of whose name
was witch, the first five evading
me in perpetual chase up and
down the alphabet For lrevity S sake,
III call him Umoviteh. The French
valet s master was Viennesa gentle
man of twentysix or eight { | heard),
but who looked forty. l found myself
wondering how dear, purifanie, little
Elsie Hazard could have fallen in with
lows appeared to be at first sight.
The Austrian 8 name was Pless. He
was a plain mister. The more ! saw of
him the first afternoon the more | won
dered at George Hazard s carelessness.
Then there were two very bright and
charming Americans, the Billy Smiths.
n wa 4aI ha
Embassy at Vienna, and ! liked him
from the start. You could tell that he
was the sort of chap who is bound
to get on in the world by simply look
ing at his wife. The man who could
win the love and support of such an at
tractive creature must of necessity have |
qualifications to spare. She was very
beautiful and very clever. Somehow the
unforgctable resplendency of my erst-
while typist (who married the ,jeweler 5
clerk) faded into a pale, ineffective
drab when opposed to the charms of
Mrs. Betty Billy Smith. (They all call
ed her Betty Billy.)
After luncheon | got Elsie off in
corner and piled her with questions con
,erning her friends. The Billy Smiths
were easily accounted for. They be
onged to the most exclusive set in
New York and Newport. He had an
ncomprehensible lot of money and a
.aste for the diplomatic service. Some
lay he would be an ambassador. The
Baron was in the Russian embassy and
vas really very nice boy.
"Boy9" | exclaimed.
He is not more than thirty said
he "You wouldn't call that old " !
There was nothing | could say to that
md still be perfect host But to you
declare that he wasn't day under
ifty. How blind women can bel Or J
$ silly the wordY
From where we sat the figure of Mr.. |
'less was plainly visible in the loggia '
lie was alone, leaning against the low |
vall and looking down upon the river /
Ie puffed idly at cigarette. His coal S
lack hair grew very sleek on his small v
sh head and his shoulders were rather
Ugh, as if pinched upward by a tend h
ncy to defy weak spine. d
"And this Mr., Pless, who is he9"
Elsie was looking at the rakish young v
ian with a plying expression in her n
snder blue eyes. "
"Poor fellow" she sighed "TIe is 9