Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-05-17

turned the combination and opened It.
He took from drawer therein a
bunch Of keys. selected one and passed
it to Jaimihr Khan
''The utmost care. remembery" he
warned again.
''1s 1t likely should fail you this
time, General sahib, when so many
times have succeeded"
make the search complete" Gen
eral Crandall ignored his servants
question. But return as quickly as
you can. shall keep Captain Wood
house here until you do so. You must
report to me before he leaves this
house."
"When the moment arrives your serv
ant shall fly. General sahib," the In
dian replied. and withdrew.
II say, general. you have great
deal of faith in your Indian" Bishop
ventured, accepting cigarette from
his superior's case. Rather delicate
commission you've given him."
Absolute faith, yes. Been with me
i've years-picked him up in Rangoon--
have tried him many times and found
him rs loyal as any officer in the serv-
Ice" General Crandall put in his
words enough emphasis to carry slight
rebuke for the others implied criticism.
But the pursy little major was too sure
of the fine terms Of personal friend
ship between himself and his superior
to feel embarrassment. Nov, as to our
plan for Woodhouses reception--this
affair Of Craigen's wife; we might as
well agree on points, so that He
heard his wife's voice in the room Of
the library and broke of abruptly.
"Confound 1t! The women are com
ing! Just step into my room with me
and we'll go, over this little matter,
major"
General Crandall held open small
door at the left Of his desk and fol.
lowed Bishop through. Lady CrandalI
and Jane entered the library almost
at the same time.
''This tea Of Georges is preposter-
ous," the lady OF Government HOUSE
was grumbling. "Said we must have
this man from Egypt here at once"
III you were English no tea could
be preposterous," Jane countered,
with . brave attempt at lightness. She
felt each passing moment weight
adding to the suspense of the inevita
BILE event.
''Well, I'm going to get it through
Crandall snapped. Then Jaimihr Khan
threw open the double doors and an
nounced. Captain Wood-house, ny
ladyl"
SHOW him up" she commanded.
Then IN complaint to Jane: Nov,
where do you suppose that husband Of
mine went? Jnst like him to suggest
Z tea and forget to make an appear
ance."
Captain Woodhouse appeared be-
tween the opened doors in khaki and
trim puttees. He stood very straight
for an instant, his eyes shooting rapid
~ about the room. Lady Crandall hur-
RED forward to greet him, and his mo-
mentary stiffness disappeared. The
girl behind her followed slowly, al
most reluctantly. Woodhouse grasped
her extended hand.
ut was good Of you to send the flow
en-" she murmured. The man smiled
appreciation.
do you know" he said, latter
sent them thought you'd consider me
. bit-prompt."
II am learning something every day
about Englishmen," Jane managed
to answer, with ghost Of smile.
Lady Crandall, who had been vainly
ringing for Jaimihr, Khan, excused her
self on the necessity Of looking after
the tea things.
II fancy you New Workers suffer
most from NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. right out
Of the shop" Jane heard the captain
saying. But the old things are the
best Imagine the monks Of long
ago yesterday toasting themselves be-
fore this ancient fireplace" He waved
toward the massive Gothic mantel
bridging q cavernous fireplace. An old
chime bell, green with weathering,
hung on a low frame beside the fire.
dogs,
you're mistaken; that's manufac-
tured antiquity" Jane caught him up.
"Iady Crandall told me last night that
fireplace IL Just Ave years old. One Of
the preceding governors hobbies 1t
was"
Woodhouse caught at her answer
with 4 quick lifing Of the brows. He
turned againfto feast his eyes on the
girls piquant face, even more alluring
now because Of the heeting color that
left the cheeks with tea roses cold
ness.
"Miss Gerson, something have done
or said"-the man was laboring after
words-"you arc not yourself, and
maybe am respon"- a
She turned from him with a slight
shudder. Her hand was extended In
mute appeal for silence. He waited
while his eyes followed the heaving OF
her shoulders under the emotion that
was racking her. Suddenly she faced
him again, and words rushed from her
lips in an abandon Of terror:
Captain Woodhouse, I know too
much--about ron and why you are
here. Oh, more than want to! Ac-
cident- bad luck. believe me. it is not