The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-06-11

study waiting for Il telephone MESSAGE
FROM you. The younger . explained
Il good many things to us that his
mother absolutely refused to discuss
she was so mad when she got here. IL
seems she took it into her head ut the
last minute to charter Il special train.
but forgot to notify us Of the switch
in the plans. She Travelled by the reg
ular train from Paris to some place
along the line. where she got out ana
waited for the special which was FOL
lowing along behind. straight from
Paris too. A woeful waste OF money.
it seemed to me. Her IDEA was to
throw il couple of plain clothes men OH
the track. and, by George. sir, she sue
ceeded. They thought she was chang
ing from Il train to some place III
Switzerland and went off to watch the
other station. Then she sneaked
aboard the special. which was charter
ed clear through to Vienna. See how
clever she is? IT they followed on the
next train or telegraphed it would nat
urally be to Vienna. She got off at this
place. %and-well. we have her with us.
sir. as snug as Il bug in Il rug"
what is she like I'red?" | inquired.
| confess that | hung on his reply.
II have never seen Il wet hen. but |
should say on Il guess that she's a good
bit like one. Perhaps when she's h .
oughly dried ont she may not he 50
bad. but"-he drew a long. deep
tvootb .sh,,< inn mo v,rr6 IF hnnnC
she "a the limit last night. Of course
one couldn't expect her to be exactly
gracious. with her hair %plastered over
her face and her hat spoiled and her
clothes soaked. but there was really no
excuse for some Of the things she said
to me. | shall overlook them for your
sake and for the countess" He was
painfully red in the face.
1.-THE conditions. Fred" | said. were
scarcely conducive to polite persitiage.'
But, hang it all, l was as we as she
was" be exploded SO violently that }
knew his soul must have been tried to
the utmost.
I'VE must try to make the best Of it.
| said. 1T will not be for long" The
thought of it somehow sent my heart
back to it's lowest level.
He was glum and silent for a few
minutes. Then he said, as II the
thought had been on his mind for some
hours: "She isn't a day over forty-tiye.
1t doesn't seem possible. with a six
foot son twenty six years old"
Grimly | explained. They marry
quite young when it's for money,
Fred"
II suppose that's it," he sighed. II
fancy she's handsome, too. when she
hasn't been rained upon"
We were halfway up the slope when
he announced n%ervously that all Of my
dry clothing was in the closet of my
bedroom and could not be got at under
any circumstance.
But" he said. Il have laid out my
best frock coat and trousers for yor
and a complete change Of linen. Yor
are quite welcome to anything l pos
sess. Mr.. Smart. think II you take
couple Of rolls at the bottom Of the
trousers they'll be presentable. The
coat may he a little long for you
but
MY loud laughter cut him short.
Its the best l could do" he said in
an aggrieved voice.
l had a secret hope that the countess
would be in the courtyard to welcome
me. but | was disappointed. Old Crete
mat ,,,n and want nvnr mo nS If WnS
not already sufficiently moist. The
chef came running out to say that
breakfast would be ready for me whel
| desired it; Blatchford felt Of my coat
sleeve and told me that | was quite
wet; Hawkes. had two large. steamins
toddies waiting for US in the vestibule
apparently fearing that we could gel
no farther without the aid of a slim
ulant. But there vas no sign Of
single Titus.
Later | ventured forth in Poopen
dykes best suit Of clothes, the one he
uses when he passes the plate on sun
days in PARKWAY Yonkers. 1t smellet
OF moth balls. but it was gloriously
dry. SO why carp? We sneakcd dowl
the corridor past my own bedroom
door and stole into the study.
just inside the door | stopped il
Amusement. The countess was sount
asleep in my big armchair. a forlorr
but lovely thing in a pink peignoil
Her rumpled brown hair nestled II
the angle of the chair: her hand
dropped listlessly at her sides: dar
lashes lay upon the soft white cheeks
her lips We're parted eve so slightly
and her bosom rose and fell in the lon
swell of perfect rei}ose.
Poopendyke clutched me by the arr
and drew me toward the door or
might have stood there transtiXed TO
heaven knows how long.
"She's asleep" he whispered.
1t was the second time in tWelv
hours that some one had intimated tina
was blind
The door creaked v~illainously. Tn
gaunt. ecclesiastical tails of my lOl