Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1917-02-20


to my feet
ut Is not true, Madam Whitworth,
that was e1claiming when ]
caught myself In the midst of my OWL
betrayal Just as / was about to be
shown into q plot which 1t was Of
much value to know. And as my
words ceased l stood and trembled
before her wtckedness.
"Do you know, Mr.. Robert Carruth
ers, do not entirely understand you,
she said, with a great and beautiful
calmness as she lighted cigarette and
looked at me trembling before her.
"You are very bold young cavalier,
but you have the shrinking nature Of
shall I say-a French-girl!'
As she spoke those words, which
began In sarcasm but ended In queer.
uncertain tone Of suspicion, as II she
had blundered on a reason to soothe
her vanity for the recoil Of my lips
from hers. an ugly gleam shot from
under her lowered lashes.
II am the son Of the house Of Car
ruthers as well as Of Gree and Bye,
beautiful madam, and cannot endure
that you put upon my very good uncle.
the General Carruthers, an unfriendli-
ness to Francew l exclaimed with q
quickness Of my brain that I had not
before discovered. "On points Of hon
or I have that sensitiveness that you
say to be-be Of a woman"
"Oh, my darling boy! / didn't mean
to hurt you about that absurd old
feud Of And as she spoke the beau
tiful Madam Patricia rose and came
upon me with outstretched arms for
another abhorred embrace, which 1t
was to my good fortune to have inter
rupted. But / had fear Of that sus-
picion l had seen flashed into her mind
even though lulled by my fine assump-
ton Of the attitude Of man Of honor.
Lovely and beautiful madam"
made beginning to say, when
"Oh, yes, Mr.. Carruthers Is here. for
have an appointment to call for him, >
an interruption came in the voice OF
my Buzz In remonstrance with the
black maid Of Madam Whitworth In
the hall Of her house.
"Come In, Buzz, dear" called that
beautiful Madam Whitworth as In one
small instant she changed both her po-
sition with arms on my shoulder and
her countenance Of anger and anxiety.
She was q very wise and beautiful and
much experienced woman, was that
Madam Whitworth, but she had given
to me, unlessoned as was In the art
Of politics, the fact that most want
ed: that the two papers containing the
specifications concerning the mules had
been mistranslated by her.
"Put q shawl around you, Madam
Pat, and come out here to the street
q minute to see what Is going to hap
pen to the Prince Of Carruthers," said
my rescuer as he inserted his head
into the room for one little minute
and beckoned us to follow him.
And what did find out there upon
that street?
I then experienced surprise that
gave to me very great pleasure and
which made my heart to expand until
1t almost burst the restraint Of that
towel of the bath under the bag OF
my brown cheviot coat. Before the
door Of the house Of the beautiful
Madam Whitworth stood the gray rae
Ing car of my Buzz, and before 1t
stood a slim car Of similar make,
only it was Of the darkest amethyst
that seemed to be almost a black,
while behind It stood one Of equal II
not superior elegance Of shape which
had the beautiful blackness Of Jet.
That was not all Across the street
stood also q car Of q golden brown
and to the front Of 1t one Of the red
Of very dark cherry.
"There you are" said my Buzz. with
a wave of his band. "Pick one, with
the compliments Of the general. !
think the amethyst is a jewel"
''Oh, 1t is not possible to me to ac-
cept a present Of such delight from my
good uncle, the General Robert l
must 60 to him and say that I am not
worthyr' exclaimed, with large fal-
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 1t 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
the house before you catch a cold In
this breeze"
"Yes, I must run in," answered
Madam Whitworth, with slight shiv-
ering In her gown Of great thinness.
"They are perfectly wonderful. boy.
and I say choose the brown darling"
Governor Bill picked the cherry
from the catalogue for rs day before
yesterday, but think the amethyst
has got it beat" answered my Buzz
rs 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 q little dinner for you
tonight"
Then without further remark I fol-
lowed him down the steps and got into
that car which was the color Of the
heart Of tbs cherry, and raced that
Mr.. Bumblebee through the city Of
Hayesville in manner which put to
aight large population thereof.
I 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
leau de Grez when he went to the bat.
tlefeld Of the Marne, and drove with
Ill Of that accumulated fury within
me.
And this b what my uncle, the Gen.
sral Robert, answered to me ~ ! told
him of my unworthiness Of his gift Of
the most beautiful cherry car:
'sThat y . just return for your CO.
sideratiou for me In being born . boy,
md Aops youI break the nscks q
about two dozen young females IN thii
town befors the weeks ont Begm -
tat bagsasA eukan. nsht awayr
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