The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1914-11-21

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banalities with the rest of the county
and played a set of tennis.
She drove home In the cool Of tue
evening. more composed In mind. The
fresh air and exercise had done her
good. windebank had said that the
dog would live; that was everything.
Less satisfactory to contemplate was
the approaching Interview with her
husband in the matter Of the car.
Until now she had not thought Of It.
On reaching home she hurried to the
library, where she had left the invalid
lying on a rug before the fire. Mr..
Dawks vas not there.
IL wonder IL windebank has taken
him to the stable" she said to her
self. "I1l go and rsu Esq
She turned and found herself face to
face with her husband.
Jack" she asked n~ervously, do
you know where Dawks is? / suppose
you have heard
Eyes, I have heard"
Daphne shrank back at the sound of
his voice. His face was like flint.
"Then-where is he?" she faltered.
"Windebank said"-
II had him shot"
Daphne stared at him incredulously.
"You had him shot!' she said slowly.
my Dawks?"
Yes. 1t was rank cruelty on your
part keeping the poor brute alive aft
CRATER reducing him to that state"
The last half sentence may have been
natural and justifiable, but no one
could call 1t generous. 1t is not easy
to be merciful when one Is at white
heat.
Daphne stood up, very slim and
straight. gazing stonily into her hus-
bands face.
Have you buried him?"
81 told one Of the gardeners to do So"
"Where?"
II don't know, but we can
81 suppose you know" said Daphne
with great deliberation, "that he was
the only living creature in all this great
house that loved me-reaHy loved me? ~
Verify, here was war. There was a
tense silence for a moment, and an al
most imperceptible flicker of some emo
ton passed over Juggernaut's face.
Then he said, with equal elaboration:
without any exception"
"Yes, without n exception cried
Daphne, stabbing ~passionately in the
dark. "And since he is dead" she
added-"since you have killed him-I
am going home to dad and the boys!
They love me!'
She stood before her husband with
her head thrown back defiantly, white
and trembling with passion.
Every good. Perhaps that would be
best" said Juggernaut quietly.
"Stiffy." beloved the new curate
f~erociously, what the-I mean, why
on earth can't you keep that right foot
steady? You edge of to leg every time.
If you get a straight ball, stand up to
it; II you get a leg ball. turn round and
have a slap at it. But, for heavens
sake. don't go running away! Espe-
cially from things like pats of butter!"
lawfully sorry, Mr.. Blunt" gasped
Stiff abjectly. as. another pat Of but
ter sang past his ear. "It's the rotten
way I've been brought up. I've never
had any decent coaching BEFORE. Ough!
No, 1t didn't hurt a bit, really! l shall
be all right I'm a minute" He hoped
round in a CONSTRUCTED circle, apollo
getically caressing his stomach.
They were in the paddock behind the
rectory orchard. The Rev. Godfrey
Blunt, a ruddy young man of cheerful
countenance and ingenious disposition.
had rolled out an extremely fiery wick
ct, and within the encompassing net
Daphne's last birthday present-Ste-
phen Blasius Vereker, impaled frog
wise upon the handle Of his bat and
! Divided between a blind instib't of
self preservation and a desire not u
appear ungrateful for favors received,
was frantically endeavoring to dodge
the deliveries of the church militant
as they bumped past his head and
ricocheted of his ribs.
That's better" said Mr.. Blunt as
his pupil succeeded for the first time
in arresting the course of a fast long
hop with his bat instead Of his person.
But don't play back to yorkers!"
"All right" said Stiffy dutifully. II
didn't know" he added in all sincerity,
that it was a yorker or l wouldn't
have done it. Oh, l say, well bowled!
l don't think anybody could have stop
ped that one. 1t never touched the
ground at ALL"
Stiffy turned round and surveyed his
PROSTATE wickets admiringly. He was
an encouraging person to bowl to.
mo, it was a pretty hot one" admit
ted the curate modestly. II think l
shall have to be going now" he added,
hopping his brow. Parish work and
a sermon to write, worse luck. i think
1 have just time for a short knock,
though. Bowl away, Stify!"
He took his stand at the wicket, and
after three blind and characteristic