The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-06-04

the EUarO. he was StuIlIS the large
German lady into q small. iopsided car-
rage, the driver of which was taking
off his cap and putting 1t on again aft
er the manner Of a mechanical toy.
"Go away" Missed the guard angrily.
'"Thls is the mayor and the mayoress.
Stand aside! Can't you sect"
when does the next train get in?"
l asked for the third time. He was
still bowling after the departing hack.
ZACH. Gottr" he gasped. Collecting
his thoughts. be said: There Is no
train until 9 O'Clock In the morning
Nine, mein herr"
ZACH. Gotty' groaned |. Are yon
sure?"
"Jah! You a go home now and go
to bed, sir. There will be no train un
til 9, and l will not be on duty then
Good night"
IL dare say we'd better be starting
'ome, sir" said Britton timidly. "Some-
thing as gone wrong With the p'aus. l
fear. They did not come. SIR"
do you think | am blinds" rOared
mot at all. SIR" he said In haste.
taking a step or W. back ward.
BY the time we succeeded In starting
the engine after cranking for nearly
half an hour l was so consumed by
wrath over the scurvy trick Mrs. Titus
had played upon US that | swore she
should not enter my castle II | could
prevent it. Moreover. | would take
fiendish delight in dumping her con.
founded luggage into the Danube. We
then had trouble with the lamps. At
last we were of. Britton at the wheel.
shall not describe that diab0lical trip
home. 1t Is only necessary to say that
We first lost our way and went ten or
twelve kilOmeters In the wrong direc-
ton; then we had a blowout and no
quick detachable rim. Subsequently
something went wrong with the mud
caked machinery, and my unfortunate
valet had to lie on his back In q pud.
die for half an hour. Eventually we
sneaked into the garage with our trem
bling car and quarreled manfully with
the men who had to wash her.
Good heavens. Britton" I exclaimed
suddenly.
He looked at me in establishment. !
admit that the ejaculation must have
sounded weak and e0eminate to MIN
after what had gone before.
"What Is It, sir!" he asked. at once
resuming his status as a servant after
a splendid hiatus Of five hours or more
in which he had enjoyed all OF the BY
products Of equality.
"Poopendyke!" ! exclaimed. aghast.
II have just thought of him. The poor
devil has been waiting for us three
miles up the river since midnight!
What do you think Of that"
mo such luck. sir" said he grumpfly.
Luck! You heartless rascal! What
do you mean by thatY"
IL beg pardon. sir. | mean to say he
could sit In the boat'Ouse and twiddle
is thumbs at the elements, sir. Trust
Mr.. Poopendyke to keep out of the
rain"
"ln any event he Is still waiting
there for us. wet Or dry. he and the
two big Schmicks." l took Il moment
for thought. I'VE must telephone to
the castle and have Hawkes. send Con
rad out with word to them" l looked
at my watch 1t was twenty minutes
past I. II suppose no one in the castle
went to bed last night. Good Lord
What a scene for IL farce!"
W. retraced our steps to the garage.
where Rritton Went to the telephone.
| stood in the doorway OF the building
starin. gIoumily. hollow eyed ut the
we'll. 1T nothing. now that | stop to
think of 1t. The manager Ut the place.
an amlahle. joclnd descendant of l-aza
rus. approached me-
Quite II storm last night. Mr..
S'hmnrrk.' he said. rubbing his hands
on an oil rag. | gruttiy agreed with
min, in II mo%nusyllabie. But II Is love
~ today. sir. Heavenly. sir"
"Htavenly" | gaSped.
IAN. but look III the glorious sum-
he cried. waving the oil rag IN all di
rections ut once.
The sun: Upon my word, the sun
was shining tierrely. hadn't noticed
1t before.
"Well I'm -dashed!" | said. with
silly grin
1.-THE moon will shine tonight. Mr.
Schmnrck"- he began insinuatingly.
"Smart. II you please: | snapped.
"Ah." he sighed. rolling his eyes. III
is fine to be in love-"
A full minute passed before . grasp
ed the meaning Ut that soft answer
and then it was too late. He had son,
about his business without waiting t,
see whether my wrath had been turne,
away. ! had been joy riding:
The excitement in Rritton's usual.
imperturbable countenance as he cam,
running up to ME from the telephon,
closet prepared me IN a way for tn
startling news that was to ome
Has anything serious happened"
cried. my heart sinking a little lower.
Il had Mr.. POopendyke himself o.
the wire, sir. What do you think, sir?
A premonition! "She-she has al