Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-05-27

tion of ruddy, elderly waiter. will
almost white hair, who was regarding
him admiringly.
Sure there is, sor," was the read,
answer. "Shtep right this way. sorp
In the silence and seclusion of the
little white-tiled room to which he was
shown, Gouverneur, as he bent over
the wash-basin, plying the soap and
hot water, joyfully exulted. He had
done his little all to vindicate the hon
or of his country and it's people; but
best of all, he felt that in a measure
at least he had avenged Sheila brood
His ablutions concluded, he was
about to return to the restaurant for
his overcoat and hat, when the door
of the room stealthily opened, and the
elderly waiter, carrying these in his
arms, edged his way in. His eyes
were wide, and his scanned face was
very grave.
"Sure, sor," he whispered, nervous
ly, with great apparent apprehension.
"It's going quick, you'd better be, sor.
He hasn't spoken; and he's scarce
breathin'. l think, sor, it's dyin' he
is. They've sint for a docthor; and
they're afther askin' what's bekim of
you, sor. You'd be gettn' out of dale
of bother, mebbe, be goin', sor.
Gouverneur was not afraid. If it
was he that picked the quarrel, it
was not he that aimed the first blow:
and if, by sheer accident, he had real
ly killed manor something that
appeared in the guise of one-and he
didn't in the least believe that he had
there were ample witnesses to eX-
onerate him. But he was of no mind
to be put to the Inconvenience, not to
say ignominy, of arrest, and appear
ance in police court. So what he
did was to write his name, and the
name of his hotel on leaf from his
pocket memorandum, and hand it to
his most kindly informant.
aft anything really serious turns
up" he said, "you can give this to
the authorities. Pm quite willing to
answer for what l have done. But
Pm not willing to have my name in
the newspapers as taking part in an
allnight restaurant brawl, unless there
is actual necessity for it. Do you un-
derstand Patrick" And he fold
ed the memorandum with crisp, five
dollar bill.
Patrick said that he understood;
thanked him; and added that his name
was not Patrick, but Danny.
"And now, Danny" said Gouver
leur, "you can show me the way to
he street."
Danny led him out by side door,
accompanying his whispered "good-
night" with the observation: 1t did
me good, sor, to see the way you
thrimmed that bafeatin' bla'g'ard, sor.
When Gouvernneur awoke from
some what troubled dreams, it was
eleven o'clock, and rain was pelting
against the panes of his hotel bed
chamber. He awoke with a sensa
ion of distinct uneasiness. Was it
possible that he had slain Lord Shev-
in? That which in the first flush
If victory-in the qualification of
passion over which he had long brood
,d-had seemed a question for small
concern. assumed now, at the moment
If waking, a color of grim and awful
Egar for information, yet dreading
what might be it's import, he ordered
he morning papers. When they
we're brought to him a telegram ac-
them. And the sight OF
t tended further to alarm and unnerve
lim. But it had no connection with
he episode of the early morning. 1t
vas from friend n Virginia, remind
ng him of a promised visit at this
lime; an engagement which, owing to
his more immediate distraction, he
,ad totally forgotten.
Relieved in measure he took up
he papers, scanning first, hastily, the
arger headlines; but without result.
A more careful fine-toothing Of the
columns, likewise revealed nothing,
save the statement that on the pre-
yious evening Lord Shevlin had Civ
IN dinner to his ushers at Sherry's.
rhe solace thus secured, however, was
,ut temporary. Directly he remem-
,ered that the papers must have gone
o press before the matter he looked
or was enacted. He sent, therefore,
or the midday editions of the evening
papers; and finding nothing there, his
'elief was more stable.
Later he looked up railway sched-
lies, answered hs friends telegram,