The Washington herald., 1914-09-06

- villa on lllt coast Vi AldlllS
where for several years past m
host has been successfully turning tn
tables on Time. and by leading a re
tired and simple life has regained hi
real age. | cannot express in word
how great was my delight, when afte
all the years of separation Bobby me
me on the station platform at Poin
Mousam, and observed that the spiri
of youth and the glow of health hat
returned to my friend, and that he whC
at forty looked not a day under sixty
now at fifty might readily have passed
for q man of thirty-hve.
Well. Bobby" | cried. as we grip
ped hands You are a sight for sore
eyes
Good" he retorted smilingly
You're some eye wash yourself. 1t:
tully 10 see old links again-and, BY
the way who do you think is at the
Braymore?"
The look in HarrImanS eyes indicat,
cd that the presence at the Braymore-
the leading hotel at Point Mousam-
Was so very extraordinary that. follow
ing up my usual habit OF taking the
wind out OF other peoples sails by an
est surmise | could think OF.
Kaiser William" said l.
Absolutely correct" laughed Harri-
man No other You are an A Num-
Der One guesscr, JInksy. William, the
Kaiser OF the /. 5. Secret Service. 9TH
erwise Billie Rawson, registered there
yesterday afternoon
Hes base. ignoble traitor not to
let me know. ! responded, and Just
then d terrific thump on my back taking
nc of my guard nearly toppled me
over on to a baggage truck standing on
the side OF the platform, and with ii
there came hearty greeting:
We'll. if it isn't old JinkSy, harbinger
OF trouble! Where the dickens did you
drop from
It was Raw>on's voice, and gathering
my scattered sell together | swung
around and found myself face to face
with him.
You can't lose me. Billie" l grinned
You re some ferret old man. but like
WISE am | no sl0uch OF a Sleuth
come even when | am not invited. But
why in the name OF all the gods and
godde>scs OF crime didn't YOU invite
me"
oh. | came hare for rest. links. -
Rawson answered 1T wasn't the call
OF crime this time, but the call OF the
wild. ! knew if brought YOU along
something would happen"
We'll. commence. said |. I'm here.
You may fire when ready. Grigley'
And I move that to make the re-
union complete YOU pack up your traps
and come up to my house, said Har-
riman.
Very good Of YOU. Bobby" said
Rawson. but not today. thank you. I'm
really tired. and | am positive that if
links and | were 10 spend even so lit
tie d one night under your roof Id
he confronted with some kind OF a pro-
iessional Job before daybreak"
III ! thought that" laughed Harri-
man. I'D kIdnap you right now and
make YOU come love the life here
but there are days when | pine for eN-
CItemcnt. and ii You can transform my
wife, French maid, who happens to be
4 Swede, weighing 200 pounds, into
IarI>Ian countess Id lust love it.
But look here, Billie" he added.
don't you touch my gardener. l don't
care il he turns out to be a senior war
den who has murdered d whole vestry
that has caught him in the act OF sub
st!tutlng suSpender buttons ior nickeIs
in the contribution box. | won't have
him interfered with. He raises the
,weetest corn yU= ever tasted. and he
could grow peas in brick dust if he
had 70 So YOU let him alone"
That settles it, said Rawson. 1T
would be too great risk ior me TO
visit the particular haunt OF crime YOU
call YOUR home, Bobby but I'm game
for lunch if you'll take me in to that
extent"
Done said Hartman. and we
Jumped into his motor. and were forth
with wnlSked over superb collection
"f bumps and thank-y -you-marms. BY.
courtesy termed highway in Maine,
10 Observation-Disclosures. as Harri-
mans place was called.
Il don't like the feel OF things" said
Rawson, with d Shiver as we entered
the house. I'm full OF nervous appre-
hension. as il something were impend-
ing already-but I'll take my chances.
By Jo'e, what a bully room" he added.
Calculating admiringly. and no wonder.
Tor the lvrngroom at Cragsmere-bv-
the-Sea was the most exquisite thing OF
ITS kind | have ever seen Where most
people would have built a bungalow
whose simpicities consisted chiefly of
inconvenience, Hartman had con
struCted a home As for his pictures
they were chiefly studies OF nature
landscapes, SeaScapes, with now and
then what ! might call a Character
sCrape, If | were one OF those futurist
writers to whom the English language.
good enough for Milton and Shake
speare. is not adequate for the eypres-
sion of the fiotsam and Jetson of that
mental chaos they so frequently con-
found with thought. The greater part
Of these pictures were pictures OF as
sOclatlOn and had been acquired by |
Hartman either by gift or bv pur- |
chase from the painters themselves, |
O ~hom Point Mousam possessed in |
tn summer time, at least a more than
goodly number. 1t was upon one of |
these characterscapes that our story
hinged
You've got some rather good things |
on your walls, Hartman said Raw
son, as he inspected the pictures after
luncheon.
Yes" said Hartman. I'm rather
proud OF my little collection. You re-
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