The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-05-14

Where are they to begin. str"
..Tel, them to watt" said /. Then
hnrr,ed to the top Of the east wing to
ash r. she had the least objection to
nm extension phone being placed In my
study. She thought 1t would be very
nice. so returned With instructions
for the men to put in three instruments
-one in her room. one In mine and one
IN the butler's pantry. 1t seemed a
very jolly arrangement all round. As
for the electric bell system. 1t would
speak for itself.
Toward the middle Of the afternoon
when Mr.. Poopendyke and ! were hard
at work on my synopsis we were star
tied by a dull. mysterious pounding on
the wall hard by. We paused to listen.
It was quite impossible to locate the
sound, which ceased almost immedi.
ately, Our first thought was that the
telephone men were drilling a hole
through the wall into my study. Then
came the sharp rat-a-ta-ta once more.
Even as we looked about ~ In bewil.
derment the portly facade Of Ludwig
Tue ftcO uOtCO OuS VI usA8uI0CuS VIII
a heart rending squeak and q long thin
streak of black appeared at the inner
edge Of the frame, growing wider-and
blacker II anything-before our startled
eyes.
Are you at homer" inquired q voice
that couldn't by any means have ema-
mated from the chest Of Ludwig. even
in bis mellowest hours.
leaped to my feet and started across
the room With great strides. My sec.
retary's eyes were glued to the magic
portrait.
by the Lord Harry" I cried. "Yes"
The secret door swung quietly open.
laying Lud wigs face to the wall. and
in the aperture stood my amazing
neighbor. as lovely a portrait as you'd
e In a years trip through all the
galleries In the world. She was smil-
Ing down upon US from the slightly
elevated position. a charming figure in
the very latest Partisan hat and gown.
Il am out making afternoon calls
said she. Her face WIS flushed with ex.
citement and self consciousness. Twill
you please put q chair here so that l
may hop down.
For answer ! reached up a pair Of
valiant arms. She laughed. leaned for
ward and placed her hands On my
shoulders. My hands found her waist.
and ! lifted her gently, gracefully to
the floor.
"How strong you arey' she said ad-
miringly. How do you do. Mr.. Poop
endyke! Dear me, I'm not a ghost,
sir!"
"How do you do?" he jerked out.
Then be felt Of his heart MY God.
! don't believe It's goingv
Together w inspected the secret
doors. going so far rs to enter the
beyond. the countess peering through
after US from my study. To my amaze
ment the room was absolutely bare.
Bed. trunks. garments. chairs every.
thing. in fact. had vanished as II whisk.
ed away by an all powerful genie.
"What does this meanT" ! cried.
turning to her.
II don't mind sleeping upstairs now
that | have q telephone" she said Sc
renely. MAX and Rudolph moved ev
erything mp this afternoon" Poopen-
dyke and ! returned to the study. !
for one was bitterly disappointed.
I'm sorry that l had the phone put
in," ! said.
"Please don't call 1t a phone" she
objected. Il hate the word phone"
$50 do l." said ~Poopendyke reck.
lessiy.
| glared at him. What right had be
to criticise my ann OF speechY He
started to leave the room after q per.
functory scramble to put his papers In
order, but she broke OF In the middle
Of a sentence to urge him to remain
She announced that she was calling or
both OF us.
~"llease don't stop your work on my
account" she said and promptly sal
down ut his typewriter and begar
pecking at the keys. lyon must teach
me how to run a typewriter. Mr.. Poop
endyke. | shall be as poor as a churrt
mouse before long. and l know father
won't help me. ! may have to be
rome q stenographer."
He biuShed abOmtnabiy. ! don't be
lieve I've ever seen II unnttrac
tive fellow than POopendyke.
ION. every cloud has its silver lin
Ing said ne ~awkwurdiy.
but nm used 10 gold" said she
The bell ON the machine ttnkied
what do | do now" He made tn.
shift and the space fOr her.
"Go right ahead. said he. Sht
scrambled the whole alphabet acros.
his neat sheet, but he didn't seem I.
mind.
'lsn't 1t jolly. Mr.. Smart: II Mr.
~FOOpendyke should ever leave you
may be able to take his place as you
secretary"
hOwed very low. "YOu may D,
quite sure. countess. that shall dis
miss Mr.. POOpendyke the instant W,
apply for bis Job"
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