The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1914-08-23

furze yarn, not Irish shamrock wool OF
French fieuT-de-liS floss. Fact is, links
it was to find out about that and have
the great problem solved that | came
here. So. of course, you've made good.
With this bit OF facetious nonsense
he turned away and walked into the
HOTEL writing room, and | should have
followed the matter up then and there
had not Miss Scoville herself emerged
from the elevator at that moment ready
for a little canoeing Jaunt on Lake Al
gonac with your humble servant at the
paddle, which we had arranged for the
night before. But as we passed the
writing room door RawsOn rose up
from the letter he was writing and
greeted Miss Scoville pleasantly.
Il wish | were lucky enough to win
Scotch furze waistcoat," he said.
III I'd only known in time" said
Miss Scoville, with radiant smile upon
him, I'D have been delighted to take
your order. Mr.. Rawson. The wool
came in only this morning, and I'm
afraid there isn't enough.
TT hope for better luck next time,
laughed Rawson, and with a CHEEKY
good luck" he returned to his desk,
while Miss Scoviile and l went down
to the lake.
The rest OF the day was uneventful,
but that evening while Rawson and
were dressing for supper l heard him
chuckling as he twisted his shirt studs
into place.
What's the joke" said l.
You were asking me the other day
if | expected to find anything in the ma
ture OF crime here he replied, and
by jove, Jinksy, I've stumbled on a
case OF petty larceny already"
"Bellboy job?" | asked.
mo; right in our own hupper-class
sukkles," said he.
"Oh, come" retorted. Petty lar
ceny! What nonSensel Scoville might
steal railroad if he felt he could get
away with it, and Montagu Spriggs
would doubtless rife ballot box if he
wanted to land an election-but petty
larceny, Billie-why that wouldn't be
worth while. They've got beyond that"
Sure they have" said Rawson, but
you see, l haven't. I'm the guilty party
myself, links"
He opened his bureau drawer and
took out a ball of magenta wool, about
as big as an orange.
There's the loot he said. Il just
couldn't resist the lure of 1t, and dur
ing the music hour this afternoon while
Miss Scoville wasn't looking sneaked
that ball out of her newly imported
box Pretty stuff, isn't il? Nothing
shoddy about that. No wonder they
have to import it. Nothing like it to be
had in this country. There's isn't
enough here for a golf vest, but may
be my sister will be able to work tam
o shanter out of it for me-"
you scoundrel," said /, falling into
the manner of the stage hero confront
ing the villain of the piece. Il have
you in my power at laStl You are
caught with the goods on. If you do
not tell me Immediately why you have
come here and what the game is shall
expose you"
"Ahal" Blackmailer that you arep
laughed Rawson.
No, you cur" l replied, grinning
hotly. The friend and instrument of
justicel My name is Nemesis. Come I!
Confess, or ] promise you that this
night you shall languish In jail"
Very WE'LL replied Rawson. Since
you seem to be merciless, will tell you
all. First, then: Why am / here? l
came to get this ball of Scotch furze.-
Second: What is the game? Sir, even
your limited intelligence should have