The evening world., 1915-11-19

home. It's just little business mat
ter" and he turned and departed.
Back in the nat on West One Hun
dred and Forty-fifth Street Kelly
handed the mail to Taylor. One by
one the envelopes were steamed open
and the contents read. Only the letter
from Virginia was of interest or value
to the conspirators.
Hes still got the paper" announced
Taylor when he had finished reading
Virginia's note, "and he'll go down
there with 1t. That's the place TO got
him and the paper at the same time.
1 know the lay of the land there.
Well duck for Scottsville and lay for
Mr.. Butinski Gordon. Seal up these
letters. Kelly, and get 'em into Cor
don's mail box"
Two weeks later Dick Gordon sat
once moro before his desk in his
apartment and attacked the accumu-
lated correspondence in the "unfin-
tshed business" drawer at his right
hand.
We'll. I'll be-what do you know
about that7" he exclaimed. as he read
Virginia's letter. and then he rum
mayed through the mass Of enve-
lopes before him, drawing great
sigh of relief as hfs search finally
uncovered the long manila envelope.
Hey. Murphy" ne called. Ring
up and find out when the first train
The following day he alighted at
the station Of the sleepy little town.
engaged a negro 70 drive him TO The
Oaks, and was presently making his
dusty way in the direction of the
stately Scott homestead.
Two minutes after ne had driven OF
Kelly rushed breathlessly into the
barroom Of the tavern where Taylor
was engaged in a game OF cards with
close to TayloSs ear Kelly whispered:
Hes comet"
where IL nor" asked Taylor.
"Driven OF toward The Oaks re-
piled Kelly.
.Ail rieht-he'n keep Till night
and Taylor resumed the plea5urable
task Of separating the travelling man
from his expense money.
At The Oaks Gordon discovered
that Mrs. Scott and Virginia were
visiting friends at a nearby town.
'Dey1l be back to-morrer, Mistah
Gordon" said the old colored butler;
ian All knows dey'll be mighty pro-
lashus to sec you-all. Dey's been
expectin' 20 foh a right smaht time.
70 come right along Of me, an I'll
show 20 yore room-yo mos cuttiny
gotter stay tell Miss Ruth an Miss
China returns"
"It's mighty good of you." said
Gordon, "and I'll do II. Let me see,
you are Washington, are You not 2
I've heard Miss Virginia speak of
YOU"
"Yassah. I'm Washington Scott,
sah," replied the old fellow, beaming
with pride and pleasure to learn that
he had been the subject Of 'quality's'
conversation. ''Yassah. Marssa Jeffer-
son SCOTS great gran daddy bought
my great gran daddy bout fouah
hundred yeahs ago an we ben In de
family cher since. All ben de Gents
body servant evan sence All ben q
lille shaver"
Your people have sure been with
the SCOTS for some time, Washing
ton" commented Gordon, with smile
as he followed the old man up the
grand staircase to the second moor.
Gordon's room lay at the far end
of a long hall. overlooking the root
of the veranda and a pleasant, wooded
lawn at the side of the house.
The young man passed the balance
OF the day wandering about the
grounds, chatting with the negroes
and longing for the coming OF the
morrow that would bring Virginia
Sept. In the evening he sat upon a
settee beneath . tree on the front