The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1917-02-15

while behind it stood one of equal if
not superior elegance of shape which
had the beautiful blackness of jet.
That was not all. Across the street
stood also a car of a golden brown
and to the front Of it one of the red
| of very dark cherry.
There you are" said my Buzz, with
wave of his hand. "Pick one, with
the compliments of the general
think the amethyst is a jewel"
"Oh, it IS not possible to me to ac-
! cept present of such delight from my
good uncle, the General Robert l
must go to him and say that am not
worthy" exclaimed, with a large fall
tering in my voice.
"All right. Just jump into the one
you like best and drive on down to the
! Old Hickory club and say it to him
Sorry that you can't come along, Mrs
Pat, but that glad rag you've got on
is too great a beauty with which to
appear in public. Better take it into
I the house before you catch a cold in
! this breeze
Yes, must run in," answered
Madam Whitworth, with a slight shiv-
ering in her gown Of great thinness.
They are perfectly wonderful, boy.
and | say choose the brown darling"
Governor Bill picked the cherry
from the catalogue for us day before
yesterday, but l think the amethyst
has got 1t beat" answered my Buzz
as he started toward his own car
Jump into your choice and lead me
on down to hear you refuse it to old
forty-two centimeter And, mind,
have arranged a little dinner for you
| tonight"
Then without further remark l fol
/ lowed him down the steps and got into
that car which was the color of the
heart of the cherry, and l raced that
! Mr.. Bumblebee through the city of
Hayesville in a manner which put to
fight large population thereof.
had not had my hands on the wheel
/ of racing car for the many months
since my father in his had left the
small Pierre and Nannette and me
! weeping on the terrace of the Cha
teau de Gree when he went to the bat
( tlefield of the Marine, and drove with
/ all Of that accumulated fury within
me.
And this is what my uncle, the Gen
eral Robert, answered to me as told
him of my unworthiness of his gift of
the most beautiful cherry car:
That is just return for your CON
sideration for me in being born a boy
and l hope you'll break the necks OF
about two dozen young females in this
town before the weeks out Begin on
that baggage, Susan, right away"
And as he spoke my uncle, the General
Robert, came down the steps of the
great club Of Old Hickory with the
GOuverneur Falkner and stood beside
my Cherry with me.
Hes no better man than |, general.
and I've been trying it all year." an
swered my Buzz, with one of those de
| lectable grinnings upon his face.
Indeed, my much loved Uncle Rob
] CT L, II Is iii DOSSlblc lDSiI L uNCtDl NpuI
| gift in gratitude that am not wom-
/ an, because for the good reason and
1 my honor was about to rise up in arms
and betray the daredevil and her
/ schemes within me when that good
and most beloved Gouverneur Faux
ner interrupted me by stepping into
/ the cherry beside me with laugh.
THANK you, general This is just
what l need in all of my business with
Robert. Wen he back in time to dine
with you at here at the club Go
out to the West End, Robert" And
with his hand on the spark he started
the cherry, and was forced to sweep
away from my Buzz and my uncle, the
( General Robert, into the traffic and
away from the club Of Old Hickory,
which is named for very great gen
eral of America and IS club of much
fashion and some bad behavior, my
Buzz has said to me-
Il really didn't mean to kidnap you
and the car youngster, but I've had n
pain under my left pocket all day and
l have got to operate on it. a sudden
impulse told me that it would be easier
if l took you with me toto sort Of
stand by" said my beautiful Gouver-
neur Faulkner in a grave tone of voice
as l whirled him out the broad avenue
that led to the west end of the city.
"Oh, my Gouverneur Faulkner, is it
that you are i'll, perhaps to die by
knife?' l exclaimed, and for a second
let that wild cherry run in a very
dangerous manner almost upon anoth-
er large car in the act Of turning into
the street.
mo, not that, Robert" he answered
me quickly, and he laid his hand on
my arm beside him for an instant as
if to give a steadiness to me. Il want
you to take me out to the state prison.
l want to talk face to face with a man
who killed his own brother in cold
blood, 1t is said. y pretty powerful In
fuence is at me day and night for
reprieve. and II don't know what to