The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1914-10-29

She thought it was you calling up and was
lager to hear what had happened IT was she
who put it into my head. She said you
must have given his nose a jolly good pull
ing Or something OF the sort. / am extreme
ly sorry, but she heard every word he said,
even to the mldest damn. -
at must have had a very familiar sound
to her, | said sourly.
80 she informed me-
''Oh, you We seen her, eh'''
''Sbe came down to the secret door few
minutes ago and urged me to set out to
meet you. She says she can hardly wait
for the news / was to send you upstairs
at once
Confound him, he took that very instant
to hold the lantern up to my face again,
and caught me grinning like Cheshire cat
l hurried to my room and brushed myself
up a bit On my bureau. in a glass of wa.
ter there was white boutonniere, rather
clumgily constructed and all ready to be
pinned in the lapel Of my coat. | confess to
a blush. | wish Britton would not be So
Internally arduous in his efforts to please
me-
The Countess gave a little sigh Of relief
when dashed in upon her a few minutes
later. She had it all out of me before had
quite recovered my breath after the climb
upstairs.
ana SO IL was VINO spent an the
money she mused, with faraway look
in her eyes.
In trying to be countess said
boldly
she smiled, are You hungry
Denghnuliy' SAID l.
we sat down at the table Now tell me
I a. -. .ry
everything al over again, she said
CHAPTER XII
! AHR. PO0PENDYkE began to develop a
! TvA streak Of romantic invention-in fact
tomfoolery-a day or two after my
experience with Count Tarnowsy in the Rempf
Hotel. He is the last person in the world
of whom I--or any one else--would suspect
Stiffness of radical nature.
We were finding it rather difficult to get
down to actual, serious work on the book.
The plot and the synopsis, of course were
quite completely outlined with ordinary in.
tensity OF purpose on my part the tale might
have galloped through the Introductory chap
ters with some clarity and decisveness But
for some reason l lacked the power of con
centration or perhaps more properly speaking
the power of initiative. l laid it to the
hub-hub created by the final effort of tho
workmen to finish the job of repairing my
! castle before cold weather set in.
THAT isn't it, Mr.. Smart. said my sec
retary darkly. We were in the study and
my pad of paper was lying idly on my knees
For half an hour | had been trying to think
of handy sentence with which to open
the story; the kind Of sentence that catches
the unwary readers attention at glance
and makes for interest.
What is it, thenl' l demanded at once
resenting an opinion.
He smiled mysterously. ''You were not
thinking of the workmen Just now, were
you2'
Certainly said !, coldly whats that
got to do with itl'
Nothing, | suppose, said he resignedly
hesitated 'Of course it is the work
that upsets me. WHAT are you driving at
He stared for long time at the portrait
of Ludwig the Red Isn't it odd that the
Countess, an American, should be descended
from the old Rothhoefensl What small
world it is, after alll'
became wary Nothing odd about it to
me, We've all got to descend from some
body.
Il dare say. Still it is odd that she
should be hiding in the castle of her
ancos---"
Not at all, not at all 1t just happens
to be handy place. Perfectly natural
we lapssd INTO prolonged spell Of silence.
found myself watching him rather com |
bahveig, as who would anticipate the move
OF an adversary
ferfect rot said at last without
rhyme or reason.