The star-independent. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1904-1917, 1915-01-12
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on the gasolene-burner, and there's
NANNY vintage in the cillars.'
THAT will be plenty y!"-joyfuily.
helping Miss Hawthorne to alight.
Sure, and ye are from the Hunt
Club!"--noting our costumes. Well,
WELT they niver have amy too much
grub. Now, I'll putt ye in little
room all be yersilves, with windy
and log fire; coy as We place. YEN
have nearly two hours to wait for the
carr from the village"
We entered the general assembly,
room 1t was roomy and quaint, ana
somewhere above us was the newt
able room in which George Washing
ton had slept. The great hooded fire.
place was merry with cracking logs.
Casually | observed that we were not
alone. Over yonder, in shadowed
corner, sat two men. very well bum
died up, and. to all appearances, fast
asleep. Moriarty lighted a four
branched candelabrum and showed US
the way to the little private dining
room, took our orders, and left us.
This is romance" said |. They
used to do these things hundreds of
years ago, and everybody had good
time"
1T is now all very wicked and Inn
proper" murmured the girl, laying
aside her domino for the first time;
but delightful! now find l havea't
| the least bit of remorse for what I
have done"
! In that dark evening gown she was
| very beautiful Her arms and shoul-
ders were tinted like Carrara marble;
and knew instantly that | was never
going to recover. I drew two chairs
close to the CRATE. sat down In one
and she in the other. With a con
tented sigh she rested her blue-slip
| pered feet on the brass fender.
My one regret is that | haven't
any shoes. What an adventure"
Its fine!" Two hours in the soci
ETY. of this enchanting creature! /
was almost too good to be true. All
II 1t might always be like this-to re
turn home from the days work, to be
greeted warmly by a woman as beauti
full as this one! | sighed loudly.
Moriarty came with the chicken anc
ham and coffee.
IF ye would like, 1t won't be bit
of trouble TO show We George Wash
ington's room; or"-with inimitable
Irish drollery-'1 can tell ye that he
dined in this very room"
That will serve" smiled the girl
and Moriarty bowed himself out
His departure was followed by the
clatter of silver upon porcelain. o.
truth, both of us we're hungry
Il was simply ravenous," the CIR
confessed
And as for me. I never dream
could be so unromantic. Now" sale
l. pushing aside my plate. and drop
ping sugar into my coffee. and vainl.
hunting in my pockets for cigar
there remains only one mystery t.
be cleared up
And what might this mystery be-?
she asked. THE whereabouts of tn,
bogus Haggerty?"
The bogus Haggerty will neve
, cross our paths again. He has skippe,
by the light of the moon No, that
not the mystery. Why did you tel
me you were an impostor; why di'
. you go to the cellars with me, whel
all the while you were at the ball Of
| Mrs. Hyphen-Bonds invitation"
: She leaned on her elbows an
! smiled at me humorously.
, Would you really like to know
Signor? Well. | was an impostor.
| She sat with her back to the fire, an
weird halo of light seemed to sui
} round her and frame her. Mrs. Hy
phen-Bonds accidentally dropped tina
invitation in my studio, few day
} before she sailed for Europe. sin
ply could not resist the temptation
r That is all the mystery there is"
, And they still think you were ther
r rightfullyi"