The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-02-03

bril- 1inns Noon ana the faded stars.
-M'h..r '...; ., man Wyune? Why
WnSi.t ir W here with her where he
bt'"il"Tt.f .olley probabl.; ~ business
t:.;;.l Il ..':I n the mans part: some
t.l,l:, H. i."n.s clothes and jewels on
"ll"A H. went to the opera OF gave Il
-, &C. IKE would find all about him
i. we're ;iassible.
JM@le :,.".'.J' called her Miss Wynne,
i};;t t..t;,.. = nitied nothing. for Uncle
Hiils' wool. have called Queen Victoria
Miss Gus.."ll. He believed all women
unmarried, unless they introduced their
husbands.
Crawford knocked his pipe on his
heel and opened his MAIL found some
forgotten club dues, an invitation to n
wedding. another to a house party in
the Adirondacks, and an atfcctionate
letter from his grandmother lnother's
side. thanking him for the birthday
check, and a bundle of newspaper clip
pings from the watchfu Warren.
Odd bits OF news here. The Prin-
cess Nenia had gone into bankruptcy
in Paris, and the famous emerald neck
lace had been found to be spurious.
She had tried to sell it to steady her
tottering fortunes.
Quite Il yarn about it. The spurious
stones had been at her bankers for
nearly two years; they had been real
and precious enough once upon d time.
She had evidently known nothing
about the substitution.
Bankrupt! In other words, tit for tat;
she had fallen in love with some scoun-
lrel who had adroitly f1eeced her.
Crawford laid aside the clippings, an
swered his letters and wrote the fol-
lowing to me:
My vocabulary isn't up to it, my boy.
can only say that she is just splendid,
Artemis reincarnated. And her name is
Diana Wynne. Will you do me a great
favor? Will you hunt up all the Wynnes
and send me little biography of each?
Don't bother about the middle class. Not
that Pm snobbsh, but she comes frons
the best of stock. You can tell that at a
glance. She is learned without being pc
dantc; Travelled. What do you think of
girl who quotes from "Pippa Passes
Malesherbes? Knows her Horace, too,
and can tell you how many lemon wood
tables Seneca had in his gardens. You
know I've always been waiting to find a.
woman who knew how to fish, And, dash
1t, she's married! Isn't that rough luck?
looked up the Wynnes, but couldn't
find any husband for her. But it will
be seen that l didn't look carefully
enough.
A dozen big freighters Rugged the
breakwater, and the early boat from
Kingston had to come by way of the
foot of Long island, and even then she
had her work cut out for her.
Only two passengers came down her
plank.
whats your plan"
well go straight to Watertown and
rent an automobile. Into the train
with your said Donald to his crock
friend Fagin. whom he had sought to
aid him against Crawford
''All right, Donny! Aren't we due tDr-
some fishing as a side issue?"
I'm see to that, Fagin. The idea Is to
come in from Watertown. Nobody has
noticed us. Well engage Il guide and
play no bluff. Coming from WATERFOWL
We'll keep an eye open for a deserted
farmhouse. 1t won't be hard to find.
Wen rent it tomorrow and take out
supplies. Then when everything is
ready our friend from the secret serv-
ice will do the disappearing act. Moth
ing rough, though, mind you; just q
temporary sequestration."
Il understand" =
The man called Fagin tickled the,
ends of his wiry fingers against his,
bristly black mustache. II suppose III
have to act as his guardian angel"
THAT'S the ticket"
"I'll play the Uncle Tom game-black
face. I'd hate to cut this mustache
again. I'll be able to shine my boots
with it one of these fine days. And
Pidgin island?"
"I'll look out for that"
1.-The old man made a foolish move
coming up
He'll keep to his room."
Fagin let an admiring glance stray
over the strong, handsome young face.
Here was Il lad! The real boss, the
chap who had the Imagination, even
if Smead took all the credit. Never
hummed and hawed, but struck out OLE
first thoughts and generally hit the
bullseye.
Queer old cock, though. Moody
when everything was running smooth
ly, and Whistling gay when his back
was to the wall.
"Donny. the Princess Xenia has gene
broke.
''She has? Well, what of itY'
May ask you question:"
mot if it has anything to do with
her. Fagin, put this in your pipe-my
private affairs are my own. | know