The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-08-06

A Fool and His Monev


"I'd rather not tell you my name
Mr.. Smart. 1t really can't matter, you
know. I've thought it all out very care
fully, and I've decided that it is not
best for you to know. You see if you
don't know who it is you are shelter.
ing, the courts can't hold you to ac.
count. You will be quite innocent of de-
liberately contriving to defeat the law.
No, shall not tell you my name, nor
my husband s, nor my fathers. If you d
like to know, however, l will tell you
my baby's name. She's two years old,
and think she II like you to call her
Rosemary.
By this time I was quite hypnotized
by this charming, confident trespasser
upon my physical-and was about to
say my moral estate. Never have l
known more complacent violater of all
the proprieties of law and order as she
appeared to be. She was revelation;
more than that, she was an inspiration.
What a courageous, independent, fasci
mating little bucaneer she was. Her over
whelming confidence in herself, despite
the occasional lapse into despair, stag
gered me. l couldn't help being i'm
pressed. If l had had any thought of
ejecting her, bag and baggage, from my
castle, it had been completely knocked
out of my head and I was left, you
might say, in position which gave
me no other alternative than to con-
slider myself humble instrument in
the furthering of her ends, whether
would or no. 1t was most amazing.
Superior to the feeling of scorn l natu
rally felt for her and her kind-the
fools who make international beds and
find them filled with thorns-there was
the delicious sensation of being able
to rise above my prejudices and become
willing conspirator against that despot,
Common Sense.
She was very sure of herself, that
was plain; and I am positive that she
was equally sure of me. 1t isn't alto
gether flattering, either, to feel that
woman is so sure of you that there ism t
any doubt concerning her estimate of
your offensive strength. Somehow one
feels an absence Of physical attractive,
ness.
Rosemary" repeated. "And what
am to call youf"
"Even my enemies call me
Countess" she said coldly.
"Oh," said I, more respectfully. "I
see. When am to have the pleasure of
meeting the less particular Rosemary"
81 didn't mean to be horrid," she
said plaintively. "Please overlook it,
Mr.. Smart. If you are very, very quiet
think you may see her now. She is
asleep"
~ may frighten her if she awakes, 3"
said in haste, remembering my an
tpathy to babies.
Nevertheless I was led through a
couple of bare, .unfurnished rooms into ,
! sunny, perfectly adorable nursery. A
lursemaid-English, at glance-arose
from her seat in the window and held
! cautious finger to her lips. In the 8
middle of a bed that would have ac- T
an entire family, was the n
leeping Rosemary-a tiny, rosy cheek
ID, yellow haired atom bounded on four q
ides by yards Of mattress.
stood over her timorously and O.
tared. The Countess put one knee upon
he mattress and, leaning far over,
Used little paw. l blinked, like a
onfounded BOBBY.
Then we stole out Of the room. f.
"Isn It she adorable7'' asked the
'ountess when we were at safe dis
ance. n,
"They all are" said grudgingly, h
when they re asleep" n
"You are horrid!" n,
"By the way" said sternly, Chow Fl
oes that bedstead happen to be yard
r so lower than any other bed in this in
ntre castlef All the rest of them are
} high one has to get into them from W
chair" h.
"Oh, F." she said complacently, "it was di
10 high for Blake to manage conven- w
ntly, SO 1 had Rudolph saw the legs
f short' a.,