Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-08-03

His manner and his language We're as
far removed from these Of the late A.
Rodgers as the latter's brownstone
residence was from this big, rambling
house, with It's deep stairs and narrow
halls, Its antiquated pictures and hid
eous, old fashioned wall paper; as far
removed as Miss Baker. whom the cap
tain had hurriediy introduced as my
second cousin keepin' house for me-"
was from the dignihed butler at the
mansion on Fifth avenue Certainly
this particular Warren was not fitted
to be elder brother to the New York
broker who had been Sylvester, Kuhn
& Graves client.
1t could not be; 1t could not. There
must be some mistake. In country
towns there were likely to be several Of
the same name. There must be another
Elisha Warren.
Meanwhile Miss Abigail had descend
ed the stairs to the sitting room. Be
fore a driftWood fire In a big brick fire
place sat Captain Warren In his shirt
sleeves, a pair of mammoth carpet slip
pers on his feet and the said feet
stretched luxurlously out toward the
blaze.
"Abbie," observed the captain, this ts
solid comfort. Every time ] go away
from home I get into trouble, don't l?
Last trip I took to Boston l lost $50,
and
Lost It'll" interrupted Miss Baker
tartly. IF lendin' Tim Foster amt CIV
In it away, her l miss my guess"
"Well," with another chuckle, Tim
don't feel that way. He swore right up
and down that he wouldn't take a cent
as a gift. I offered to make him a
present of $40, but he looked 50 shocked
that / apologized afore he could say
no."
Eyes, and then lent him that thirty.
Shocked! The only thing that would
shock that good-for-nothin' is bein' set
to work. When you get back n copper
of that money I'll believe the millen-
NUNS struck, that's all"
HUM Well, I'll help you believe 1t
that IS, If / have time afore I drop
dead Of heart disease. What ] started
to say was that every time ] go away
from home ! get into trouble. Up to
Boston twas Tim and hts loan To
night it's about as healthy a sou'wester
as I've ever been out In. Dan fetched
In the team, has he?"
Eyes; It's In the stable. He says the
buggy dash Is pretty well scratched up
and that it's a wonder you and that
Graves man want killed. Who Is he,
anyhow
Land knows; l don't"
you don't know! Then what's he
dom hcre7"
"Changin' his buds. / guess. That's
what I'd do If ] looked as much like a
drowned rat as be- did"
Elisha Warren, II you amt the
most proyokin' thing! Don't be 80 II
likely. You know what I mean.
What's he come here to this house
for?"
Don't know, Abbie. ] didn't know
he was- comm, here till lust az we got
down yonder by Emery's corner. I
asked him who he was lookin' for; he
said Elisha Warren and then the
tree caved IN on Us. Oh, come right
In, Nj. Graves. ] hope you're drier
now"
Captain Warren sprang from tbs
chair to greet his visitor, who vas
standing In the doorway.
Yes, come right In, My. Graves" be
urged cordially. "set down by the
FIRE and make yourself comf'tabls. Alb
bell have somethiD' for US to eat In d
fifty. Pull up a chair"
The lawyer came forward hesitat-
ingly.
Thank you, captain" he said But
before I accept more Of pour hospitali-
ty / feel I should be sure there IL no
mistake. l have come on important
business, and
Hold on" The captain held mp a
big hand. Don't you say another
word. There's Just one business that
interests me this minute and that's
supper. Set right down here, Mr..
Graves. I'll try to keep you supplied
with solid cargo, and Abbien tend to
Luo ulOAsLeulb k1OPe khht ASuRSS 10
full up, Abbie. Hot tea tastes good
after you've swallowed as much cold
rain as Nh. Graves and ! have.
Father, we thank thee for these mer-
cies set before us. Ameni -" .
How's your appetite when It comes to
clam pie, Mr.. GravesY'
Mr.. Graves appetite was gold, and
tho clam pie vas good. So, too, were
the hot biscuits and the tea and home
made preserves and cake.
At last when all the biscuits but one
were gone and the cake plate looked
like the desert of Sahara, the captain
pushed back his chair, rose and led the
way into the next room. Miss Baker
remained to clear the table.
"Set down by the fro, Mr.. Graves
urged the captain "Nothin' like burn
In wood to Look hot and o~omf'tshle, Is
there? It don't always make you feel
that way-thst's why / put In hot wa.