The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-11-03
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, southern opera house on that hot Feb ruary night the actor who followed the trained seals proceeded to go back. With unfaltering touch he sketched for his audience the great stone country seat called Rakedale Hall where for centuries the Harrowbys had dwelt. 1t was as though he took his audience there to visit-through the massive iron gates up the broad avenue bor- dered with lines until the high chim- neys, the pointed ga lles, the mullioned windows and the walls half hidden by ivy. creeping roses and honeysuckles were revealed to them. He took them through the house to the servants iquarters-which he called ''the offices" -out into the. kitchen gardens, thence to the paved quadrangle of the sta bles with it's arched gateway and the clliming clock above, Tennis courts, grape houses. conservatories, they wis tied breathlessly. They saw over the brow of the hill the low square tower of the old church and the chimneys of the vicar's modest house, and far away they beheld the trees that fur nished cover to the little beasts it was the Earl of Raybrooks pleasure to hunt in the season.
 Becoming moro specific, he spoke of the neighbors, and a bit of romance crept in in the person of the fair hair ed Hon. Edith Townshend, who lived to the west of Rakedale Hall. He described at length the picturesque per sonality of the racing parson," neigh Dor on the south and in full accord With the ideas of the sporting Earl of Rnybrook.
 Next the speaker shifted his scene to Eton, thrilled his hearers with the story of his revolt against Oxford. of his flight to the States, his wild days in Arizona. And he pulled out of his pocket a letter written by the old Earl of Raybrook himself profanely expos tulating with him for his madness and begging that he return to ascend to the earldom when the old man was no more.
 The .sreal Lord Narrowly" finished reading this somewhat pathetic appeal with a little break in his voice and stood looking out at the audience.
 If my brother Allan himself were in the house. he said, The would have to admit that it is our father speaking in that letter.
 A rustic of interest ran through the auditorium. The few who had recog- nized Narrowly turned to stare at him now. For q moment he sat silent, his face variety of colors in the dim 4 light. Then with 2 cry of rage he ieaped to his feet.
 tsYou stole that letter, you cur" he cried. You are a liar, fraud, an impostor.'
 The man on the stage stood shading his eyes with his hand.
 "Ah, Allan," he answered, ESQ you are here, after all? Is that quite the proper greeting after all these years 2
 A roar of sympathetic applause greet ed this sally There was no doubt as 10 whose side Mr. Trimmer's friend the public, was on. Narrowly stood in his place, his lips twitching, his eyes for once blazing and angry. { Dick Minot was by this time escort ing Miss Meyrick up the aisle, and they cane quickly to the cool street Narrowly, Paddock and Spencer Mey rick followed immediately. His lord ship was most contrite.
 At the hotel aIinot ascepded to the third floor. As he wandered thrOugE the dark passageways in search of his room he bumped suddenly into heavy man walking softly. Something about the contour of the man in tile dark gave him suggestion.
 Good evening, MT. yVall,'' he said
 The scu-iy of hurrying footsteps, but no answer. Minot went on to 389 an6 placed his key in the lock. IL would not turn. He twisted the knob of the door. It was unlocked. He stepped inside and flashed on the light.
 His small abode was in a mad dis order. The chiffonier drawers had been emptied or the floor, the bed was torn to pieces, tle rug thrown in cor ner. Minot smiled to himself.
 Some one had been searching- searching for Chain Lightning's collar Who? Who but the man he had bump ed against in that dark passageway?
 As Dick Minot bent over to pick II, his scattered property knock sounded on the half open door, and Lord liar rowby dopped in. The nobleman wa. gloom personified He threw himse Independently, down on the bed
 "Minot, old chap" he drawled, Git all over." His eyes took in the wreck age. s'Eh? What the deuce have 70, been doing, old boy?'
 "I haven't been dcing anything Mi not answered. But others have beel busy While we were at the-er-the atcrr fond fingers have been searching for Chain Lightning's collar
 '.The devil! You haven't lost it?"
 s'No-not yet, believe" Minot tool the envelope rom his pocket ant drew out tie gleaming necklace "Ah it's still safe'-
 Narrowly leaped from the bed anc slammed shut the deer.
 Dear old boyv' he cried, keep tn