The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-05-21

wind II { broke the handspring, but A.
It was nearly I o'G51vk not much harm
was done.
That one little sentence, "aave you
deserted mel" grew to be q voiuminous
Indictment could think OF nothing
else, There was something tnefably
sad and pathetic about It. Had she
beer unhappy because Ut my 0eastly
beha viOr?
At last | approached Der door. Upon
my sOui. my legs were trembling!
experienced q silly sensation OF fear.
hesitated; then. pIurking up my cour-
age and putting all silly questions be
bind me. / raped ~resoundtngly on the
door.
The excellent Hawkes. opened 1t. !
started back in dismay. He stood
aside impressively.
"Mr. Smart" he announced.
caught sight Of the countess. She
was arranging some flowers on the Ia
BILE. Blatchford was placing the knives
and forks. Helen Marie Louis An.
tUinette stood beside her mistress hold.
ing a box Of flowers in her hands.
What was 1t that | had been think.
ing out there in those gloomy hailsi
That she would greet me with a
pathetic. hurt look and
Good m%orning!" she cried gayly.
Hurt? Pathetic? She was radiant!
80 glad to see you again. Hawkes.
has told me how busy you've been"
lawfully. awfully busy" ] murmur-
ed. Was 1t relief at finding her 50
happy and ~unconcerne>l that swept
through me? ! am morally but shame
Iessly certain 1t wasn't.
Don't you think the roses are lovely
In that old silver bowl!'
"Exquisite!"
"Blatchford found it in the plate
vault" she said, standing of to admire
the effect. DO you mind II | go on
arranging taem?" she asked, and with.
out waiting for an answer resumed her
employment.
Bon jour, m'sieur." said Helen Ma
RE Louise Antoinette over her mis-
tress' shoulder. One never knows
whether "a French maid is polite Or
merely spiteful.
ut seems ages since | saw you last"
said the countess in a matter Of fact
tone. juggling u rose into position and
then standing of to study the effect,
her head cooked pretuly at an angle
Of inquiry.
1t suddenly occurred to me that she
k,,J ,>< m -~rp r,,Il u,itkn,,t mn 1ur
ing the ages. The discovery irritated
me. She was not behaving at all as
! had expected.
There hasn't been a great deal OF
news" said.
She dropped a long stemmed rose
and waited for me to pick it up.
THANK you" she said. "Oh. did II
prick you|
YES" said | fatty. Then we both
gave the closest attention to the END
Of my thumb. while | triumphantly
squeezed a tiny drop of blood out OF
it. | sucked it. The incident was
closed. She was no longer interested
in the laceration.
$50 you thought | had deserted your
said. and was a little surprised a
the grutfness in my voice.
The violets appeased me-" she said
with a smile. For the first time | no
= ticed that she was wearing Il larg,
bunch Of them You will be bank
rupt. Mr.. Smart. il you keep on huyin!
roses and violets and orchids for me-
SO the roses were mine also. | sho
il swift glance at the mantelpiece. ir
reSistibly moved by sOlne my>terlOu
force. There were two bowls of or
chidS there.
But they are lovely" she cried. not
,ns the expression in my face and mis-
constituting it. You are an angel"
That was the last straw. II an
nothing of the sort. | exclaimed, yer
hot and uncomfortable.
You are" was her retOrt. There
isn't it a lovely centerpiece: Now
you must come and see Rosemary
She adores the new elephant you sen
to her"
"Ele"- ! began. blinking my eyes
"Oh-oh. yes. yes! Ha, ha! The elt
phant!" Good heavens! Had tina
idiotic P~OOpendyke started a menag,
rie in my castle!
was vastly relieved to find that tn
elephant was made of felt and not to
large to keep Rosemary from wieldin
- 1t skillfully in an assault upon the hal
. less JinkO.
CHAPTER XVI.
The Count and Herr SchwartzmuiIe,
- CR luncheon was not as ga
nor as unconventional as OF
~ ers that had preceded
The countess vainly tried
make 1t as sprightly as its predece
sors, but gave owe In despair in Il
face Of my ta%citurnity. Her spiri
dropped. She became strangely u