The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-10-07
CHAPTER Xi.
A Family Reunion

and Mary. On Jacks face was a
look OF menacing Justice. hut at
sight OF the trembling turnkey the
invading party halted. and Jacks
stern Jaw aimost dropped from It's
sockets.
Matilda" he exclaimed. And
from behind him. like a tripllcata
echo. sounded the others. Ma
tildai" -
'Good--good morning, Mr.. Jack /"
ouavered Matilda. locking tho door
again.
Then the four sighted olivetta.
What. you. olIvettai" Jack and
Judge Harvey cried In unison.
Yes. its |. Jack" she said with
an historical laugh. Il just thought
I'D call In TO exprcss-it'a no more
than IL proper. my being her cousin.
you know express my sympathy
to your mother"
Your sympathy 20 my motherf 20
Yes. Toto tell her how-how
sorry am that she's dead"
eiuclda,ed oiIvetta.
A little hand grippcd Jacks arm.
sack"
He turned his head and his eyes
followed Mary's pointing flnger.
Mother" He walked Amaredly
up before Mrs. DE PcyHier's palnled
figure Mother"
In the same instant Judge liar.
vey vas beside her.
Caroline he brraihod, like one
seeing a ghost.
"feyes." she mumbied.
Then you're not dead7"
Mo" an. mnmbied.
The Juds. and Jack and MARI
gaEed down AZ her in uft,rmost
as,ourdment. To them was added
Mr.. Pyecroft His hswlldcrmsnt,
for the moment, was tho greatest
of the group: for tho likeness be.
tween the black.garhed. fled Angel.
lea. and this real Mrs. Do Peyst.r
In lavender dressing gown. wHM
moro remarkable than he had ever
dreamed.
Thank Cod" quavered Judge
Harvey. "But--but how DO you
como herer"
AIRS. Do peystsr. With a SILVER
ting glance at them all. and one OF
particular terror At her recent con.
feferate. Mr.. Pyecrof,. made a last
rally 10 save herself.
MY explanation that IL. all I
know about this affairs really
very simple. i---you see--i very
Unexpectedly returned homs--and
and discovered thla--thlH sltua.
ton. That Is all" Shc gathered
a little more courage. II do not
need TO inform you that I have
been away
"of course. wa know you've been
away" said Jack. But that Mrs.
Do Peyster at tho pler--who Ia
shef"
She's nothing-but a base--im.
postori" cried Olivetta Indignantly.
But we're all ready for the cere-
mony." exclaimed Jack. There
are a dozen reporters downstairs.
and no end OF friends are coming
from out of town TO be present.
And that person. whoever she IN,
will be here"
Concern over this new. swiftly
approaching crisis for moment
took precedence OF oil other emo
tons. Judge Harvey and Mary and
Jack gnzed at each other, Devil.
dered. helpless. Something had TO
be done, qulck-but what7
Pardon me II seem TO intrude,"
spoke up the even voice OF Mr..
Pyecroft.
Swiftly he stepped 10 Mrs. DE
Peyster's writlngdesk and began
running thru the pages OF the tele-
phone book.
The telephone was now IN HIS
head. the receiver al his oar.
Central. give me Broad 1900. +.
In this the French Liner Then con.
meet me with tho manager. This
the manager OF the French Liner
....f am speaking for Mr.. Jack DE
Peyster-you know. Please give
orders to the proper authorities to
have Mrs. De Peyster held at the
dock. Or II she has left. stop her
at all cost. There must be no
mistake! Further orders will fol.
low. Understand. Thank you
very much. Goodbye"
He turned about 1T will be all
right" he said quietly.
With a Wild stare at him. Mrs. De
Peyster sank back in her chair and
closed her eyes.
she's falntedl" cried Mary.
Her smelling salts,"
"A glass OF waterl" exclaimed
lack.
mo. no." breathed Mrs. DE Pey.
ster.
But the pair had darted away,
Mary into the bedroom. Jack into
he bathroom. From the bathroom
came a sudden. jangling din. like
he sheet-iron thunder OF the stage.
Mary reappeared. fresh amaze
nent on her face.
Somebody's been using the bed
room! The beds not made, and
gour clothes are all about"
The next moment Jack rushed In
behind her.
What a stack OF empty tin cans
Kicked into In tho bathroom
What the deuce has been going on
here?"
Mrs. De Peyster looked weakly,
hopelessly, at Olivetta.
There's no use trying to keep Il
up any longer. We've might as
we'll confess. You tell them, Oily.