The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-05-11

ugly in itself. but uglier In tho pc.
euliAr quality OF It's mystsry.
A dog: only a dog. this time: but
the woman's own doEi There were
two new sods on the place where
he supposed II had lain whitening.
But who or what was Il that
these young men had seen--the one
the general had told him about. and
this obviously truthful lad whom
he himself had questionedf Brown
devils In flowing robes" was per
haps only the old soldiers pic
turcsque phrase; they might have
turned brown In his Indian mind:
but what OF Jim Paley's somebody
In q sor, OF surplics AFFAIR." Was
that body brown a. wellf
In tho woods OF worse omsn the
gay iitils birds tused up TO deaf
ears AZ the open window. And q
cynical SOLOS, went 20 far as TO
start saying. Pretty, pretty. pretty,
pretty," In a liquid contralto, But,
a little sharp shot. fired two nights
and a day before. was the only
sound 20 get across the spare room
window slli.
Tho bathroom was nsrt door. In
that physically admirable house
there was boiling water At 6 o'clock
in tho morning. the servants made
tea when they heard Il running;
and the garden before breakfast
was almost a delight II might
have been an Eden II
was with the serpent still
in the grass,
Blinds went MP like eyeiiis under
bushy brows OF ivy. The grass re-
NAMED gray with dew. there was
no, enough sun anywhere, tho the
whole sky beamed. Dollar wan
dered indoors tho way the general
had taken him the day before. II
was the way thru HIS library.
Libraries are always interesting:
a mans bookcase r. something more
interesting than the man himself.
sometimes the one existing portrait
OF hts mind. Dollar spent the best
part OF an absorbing hour without
taking n single volume from It's
place. But this was partly because
those he would have dipped into
we're under glass and lock and key
And partly Il was duo TO more ac-
cessibls distractions crownlng that
very piece OF ostensible antiquity
which contained the books. and OF
which the top drawer drew out into
the generals desk.
The distractions were n peculiarly
repulsive gilded idol. squattlng with
tia tongue out. ms n at the amateur
author. and a heather sword on the
wall behind It. Nothing more; but
Dollar also had served in India In
his day. and his natural interest
was whetted by a certain smatter.
ing OF lore. He was still standing
on n newspaper and a chair when
voice hailed him in no hospitable
tone.
Really, Capt Dollar. J should
have asked the servants for a lad.
der while | was about III"
or course II was Mrs. Dysone,
and she WAS not even pretending to
look pleased He Jumped down
with an apology which softened not
line OF her sallow face and bony
figure.
1T was an outrage" he owned.
But | did stand on paper 10 save
the chair. say, tho, | never no
ticed Il was this weeks Field"
Really Mortified at his own be-
havlor he did his best to smooth
and wipe away his footmarks on
the wrapper OF the paper But those
subtle eyes, like blots OF ink on
old parchment. were no longer
trained on the offender. who missed
yet another look that might have
helped him.
my husbands study Is rather
holy ground" was the lady's last
word. II only came in myself be.
cause ! thought he was here"