The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-05-14
treasures IN my castle"
She gave me q smile for that.
XIII.

RCAolSNCuSy "NANASS Su0
portrait Of Ludwig the Red. with my
ears straining for sounds from the 9th.
er side Of the secret panels. Alas!
Those panels were many cubits thick
and as stanch as the sides Of a bat.
tIeship. but there was a vast salts.
faction in knowing that she WINS there.
asleep perhaps. with her brown head
piliowed close to the wall. but little
more than nm arms length from the
crimson waistcoat Of Ludw wig the Red.
for he sat rather low. like a Chinese
god, and supported his waistcoat with
his knees.
Morning came and with It a sullen
determination to get down to work on
my long neglected novel.
"A fine morning. sir" said Hawkes.
IN a voice that seemed to come from
the grave.
lis it2' said l, and my voice sounded
gloomier than his.
Send MIR. P%oopendyke to me,
Hawkes., Immediately after I've finish
ed my breakfast"
every good. sir. Oh. | beg your par,
don. sir. am forgetting. Mr.. t'oOpen.
dyke is out. He asked the to tell you
he wouldn't return before H.
"Out2 What business has he to be
out?"
"Well. sir. l mean to say he's no
precisely out, aud be isn't just what
one would call in. He Is up In the
ahem!-the east wing, sir. taking down
some correspondence for the-tOr the
lady, SIR"
| arose to the occasion. quite so.
quite so. l had forgotten the appoint.
ment."
"Yes. sir; l thought you had"
"Ahem! | dare say Brltton will do
quite as we'll. Tell him to-
"Britton. sir, has gone over to the
city for the newspapers. You forget
that be goes every morning as soon
as he has had his
"Yes. yes! Certainly" ! said besti
~. 1.-The papers. Ha. ha! Quite
right"
1t was news to me. but It wouldn't
do to let him know it. The countess
read the papers. | did not
1t was nearly IL when my secretary
reported to me on this particular morn
ing.
Mr.. Poopendyke," said |. are you
employed by me or by that woman up
stairs?" would never nave spoken
Of her as that wOman," believe me.
II l had not been in u state Of irrttA
ton.
He looked positively stunned. ''SirT'
he gasped.
/ did not repeat the question, hnt
managed to demand rather dercely.
Are youT"
THE countess had got dreadfully he
| hind with her work, sir. and | thought
you wouldn't uind il l helped her out
a Bit" be explained nervously.
work? What work"
Her diary, sir. She Is keeping a
diary"
"lndeed"
ut ia very interesting. Mr.. Smart
Rather beats any novel I've read late
~. We-we've brought 1t quite up to
date. | wrote at least three pages
about the dinner last night. II | am
to believe what she puts into her diary
1t must have been a delightful coca
sion. as the newspapers would say"
was somewhat moIlitied. "What did
she have to say about 1t. Fred?" !
asked. 1t always pleased him to be
called Fred.
That would be betraying a conf
dence," said he. II will say this much
however-l think ! wrote your name
fifty times or more In connection
with It,"
"Rubbish" said l.
mot at ALL" said he. with agreeable
spirit.
A sudden chill came over me. 'Sh.
isn't figuring On having It published
is she:"
II can't say as to that" was his dis
quietiny reply. ut wasn't any OF H..
business, 50 | didn't ask."
"Oh." said |. Il see"
II think it is safe to assume. how
ton" said he. ut strikes me as Dein;
n bit too personal. There are parts .
it that | don't believe she'd dare to pu
into print. although she reeied them OF
to me without SO much rs n blush
Ton my soul. Mr.. Smart. | never wa
SO embarrassed In my life. She
"Never mind" | interrupted hastily
Don't tell tales ont OF school,"
He was silent for Il moment, finger
ing his big eyeglasses %nervously. Il
may please you to know that she think
you are an exceedingly nice man"
mo. 1t doesn't" ] roared irascibly
I'm blamed II | like being called II
exceedingly nice man"
"They were my words. sir. not hers,
he explained desperately. - was mere
~ putting two and two together. forlI
ing an opinion from her ann no
from her words. She Is very partic,
: lar to mention everything yon do fo
I her and thanks me II ! call her after
ton to anything she may have forgot