Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-08-17

glances were cast upon me, which 1
returned with a smile of great graft
tude.
yes, the pen is mightier than the
mule stick in his eyes, the scoun-
drel," remarked my uncle, the Gen.
eral Robert, as I drove to the cap
itol with him in his car, while the
Gouverneur Faulkner took his guest
with him in his.
rs any proof been found that he
shall not do this robbery to France,
my Uncle Robert?" 1 asked with
great eagerness.
Trap is about ready to spring, but
not quite. Cad, but Jeff Whitworth is
skilled thief! l know what he Is up
to, but can't quite get it on the Sur
face. Keep the French robber busy,
boy, for a little longer, and I'll land
him. Here we are at the office! Now
you get busy keeping them busy
and I'll land 'em. If not I'll go and
show France what real fighting is,
and I'll take you with me into the
worst trench they've got. Battle, in
deed-they ought to have been at
Chickamauga. Now DEPART" With
which words my uncle, the General
Robert, got out of the car and left
me to direct 1t to wherever l chose.
1t has been my good fortune to be
one of the guests at many very brill
liant receptions of much state in
some of the very grand and ancient
palaces of the different countries of
Europe, but at none of them have l
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one given in his mansion by the
Gouverneur Faulkner of the state of
Harpeth in America. Also l had
never beheld women of more love-
illness than those of the state of Har-
peth, who had come from many
small cities near to Hayesville at an
invitation of very careful selection
for their beauty by my Buzz.
And most beautiful of all those
beautiful grande danes was that
Madam Patricia Whitworth, who
with her husband stood at the side
of his excellency the great Gouvern-
eur Faulkner for the receiving of his
guests. Her eyes of the blue flowers
set in the snow of crystals were in
cleaning and the costume that she
wore was but a few wisps of gossa-
mer used for the revealing of her
radiant body. In my black and stiff
attire of the raven / stood near to
the other hand of the Gouverneur
Faulkner, and there was such an
anger for her in my heart that 1t
was difficult that 1 made a return of
the smile she cast upon me at every
few minutes. Was there a mockery
in that smile. that she had discover
ed my woman's estate and was using
her own beauty for challenge to
me? 1 could not tell nor could I
Judge exactly what the smile of bold
ness which the Lieutenant Count de
Bourbon cast upon me might mean.
And in doubt and anxiety / stood
there in that great salon with the
guest of honor easy with those who
came to him for presentation, until
at last | was so weary that l could
not make even a good night to my
uncle, the General Robert, when we
entered, long after midnight, the
doors of Twin Oaks.
When in my own apartment, alone
with the beautiful grandmamma 1
cast myself upon the bed upon which
my father had had birth and wept
with all my woman's heart, which
beat so hard under that attire of the
raven.
And then suddenly the telephone
upon the table beside my bed gave a
loud ringing in the darkness that
was long after midnight. Very quick
ly from fear 1 covered my head with
my pillow and waited with a great
fiuttering of heart.
Then a second time it rang with a
great fury, and I perceived that 1
must make response to it.
arose and took that receiver
into my hand and spoke with a fine
though husky calmness.
What is it?" I asked.
''Is that you, Robert?" came tho
voice OF my beloved gouverneur,
which made the heart of that an
guished Roberta. Marquise of Gree
and Bye, beat into a sudden great
happiness, though also alarm.
"Yes. your excellency."
Can you dress very quietly, get
your car and come up here to the
mansion without letting anybody
know of it?"
'I will do what you command"
II need you boy, and need you
quick"
1T come"
stop the car at the street be-
yond the side door and come In that
way. Cato will let you in. Come to
my bedroom quietly so as not to
wake Jenkins Can you find your
way?"
Immediately I come to you"