The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1916-07-01

round BY the garden. She found the
poor old dog quite disconsolate ip a
more canine kennel in a corner of the
one that was really worthy OF the
more formidable carnivOra There wa :
every sign Of his beinc treated as the
dangerous dog that P!anche. indeed
had heard he was, the outer bars were
further protected b. wire netting
which stretches Ike 4 canopy over
the whole cage buJ Blanche let her
sell IN with rs little Hesitation as she
proceeded to beard the poor brute
In his Inner lair And he never even
parked at her: be Just lay whmpering
with his fearful nose between his two
front paws. as though his dead master
had not left him to the servants ali
his life
Blanche coaxed and petted him I'M
I'll she almost wept herself: then sud
denly and without warning the dog
showed his worst side Out he leaned
from wooden sanctuary, almost knock
ing her down, and barking horribly
but not at Blanche. She followed his
Infatuated eyes; and the back door
way framed dusty and grimy figure.
Just climbing into full length on the
cellar stairs. which Blanche had some
difficulty in identifying with that OF
Cazalet
Well. you really are a Sweep" she
cried whom chn bod oil
In time. and the now savage dog was
still butting and clawing at his bars.
How did you come out. and where
are the enemy?"
The old way" be answered. FL left
them down there"
And what did you find"
"Fll tell you later cant hear my
voice for that internal dog"
The dreadful barking followed them
out into the yard. and round to the
right. past the tradesmen's door, to
the verge Of the drive. Here they met
an elderly man In a tremendous hurry
an unstable dotard who instantly
abandoned whatever purpose be had
formed. and came to anchor in front
OF them with rheumy eyes and twitch
ing wrinkles.
why. II that isn't Miss Blanche!"
he quavered do you hear our Roy
miss? ha'n't heard that go on like
that since the night that happened!
Then Cazalet introduced himself to
the old gardener whom he had known
all his life: and by rights the man
should have wept outright. or else
emitted a rustic epigram laden with
wise humor. But old Savage hailed
from silly Suffolk. and all his life he
had belied his surname, but never the
alliterative libel on his native county
He took the wanderers return very
much as matter Of course. very
much as though he had never been
away at all. and was demonstrative
only in his further use Of the East
Anglican pronoun.
That's long time since we Jared
to see you. Mus Walter" said he;
that's a right long time! And now
here's a nice kettle of fish for you
to find! But seen the man. Mus
Walter. and we'll bring that home to
him, never you fear!"
Are you sure that you saw him?"
asked Blanche. already under GAIA.
let's influence on this point
Savage looked cautiously toward
the house before replying: then he
lowered his voice dramatically. Sure.
Miss Blanche. Why. see him that
night as plain as fare to see Mus
Walter now!"
Il should have thought It was too
dark to see anybody properly" said
Blanche. and Cazalet nodded vigorous
ly to himself.
Dark, Miss Blanche? Why. there
was broad daylight. and II that wasn't
there were the lodge lights on to see
him by!" His stage voice fell sepul-
chral semitone. But I see him again
at the station this very afternoon.
did! promised not to talk about
that-you'll keep that q secret II | tell
e somethin'?-but | picked him out
Of half a dozen at the first time Of
askin'!"
Savage said this with q pleased and
vacuous grin. looking Cazalet full In
the face: his rheumy eyes we're red
as the sunset they faced: and Cazalet