New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-04-26


"By George
"Whats the natter
Hes come back" i'm a whisper
"You'rc keen oncl Yc-up, Crawford $
vally Mason IS visiting IN town.
CHAPTER
THERE are many threads and many
knots inanct These cannot be thrown
together haphazard, lest the big hsh SIIp
through AT the bottom Of the net IS a small
steel ring. and here the many threads ana
the many knots finally meet. Forbes ana
Iaggcrty (who. by the way, thinks IN a
huge Joke as a novcllst) and the young man
named Webb rccountcd this tale TO me by
threads and knots The ring was OF KITTY
Killigrcw. for Kitty Killigrcw, by KITTY
kilIigrcw, to paraphrasc famous line.
At one Of the quctcr hotels much patron
lied 10y touring Englishmcn) there was regis
tered lanes Thorndcn and man. Every
afternoon Thorndcn and his man rode about
town IN rented touring car. The man
would bundle his masters knees IN rug
and take the seat az the chauffeur SIDE, ana
from there direct the Journey. Generally
they drove through the park, up and down
Riverside, and back 10 the hotel IN time Tor
tea. Thorndcn drank tea for breakfast
along with his bacon and eggs, and at
luncheon with his lamb or mutton chops,
and at five O'Clock with especially baked
mullins and apple tarts.
Thorndcn never gave orders personally:
his man always attended 90 that. me
master would. early each morning outline
the DAYS work. and the man would see To- 1t
that these instructions were fulfilled 20 the
letter. He was an excellent servant, by the
way light Of foot. low Of voice, serious OF
face. with a pair Of eyes that ! may lIkcn TO
nothing so well as to a set Of acctylcnc blow
pipes. bored right through you.
The master was middle aged, about the
same height and weight of his valet. lie
wore a full dark beard, something after the
stvlc of the early sos of last century. lis
was also q serious COuntcnanCc, tanned, arg
nifcd too: but his eyes were no match Tor
his yalcts: too dreamy, interpretive.
Screwed i'm his left eve was a mOnoclc, down
from which flowed broad ribbon. In pub
H. hc always wore II. No one about the
hotel had as vet seen him without IT, and
he had been guest for more than tort
night
lie drank nothing in the way Of tipple;
though his man occasionally wandered INTO
the bar and ordered q stout or an ale. After
dinner the Wallets time appeared % be ms
own. for he went out nearly every night.
He seemed much interested IN shop VIM
dows. especially those which were filled with
curios. Thorndcn frequently went to the
thcatcr. but invariably alone.
Thus they attracted little or no attention
among the clerks and bcllboys and waters
who had. IN the course of the year, waited
upon the wants of a royal Duke and a
Grand Duke. 90 say nothing of a Maharala,
who was still at the hotel An ordinary
touring Englishman was, then, nothing
more than that.
TILL one day a newspaper reporter
glanced carclcssly through the hotel
register The only thing that escapes the
newspaper man Is the art OF saving; other
wise inc is omuipotcnt He sees things, an
ticipatcs events, and often prcarrangcs
them: smells war If the Secretary OF the
Navy Is seen 10 run for a strcctcar, is IN
timatclv acquainted with the official in a
position 20 know" and "thc man higher up.
1.-THE man ON the inside, and other anony-
nous but famous individuals. He is tire
less. impervious 20 rebuff, also relentless; as