New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-01-27

door. But hardly had he turned in that
direction when he heard Mr.. Taylor call
cut:
Hello! Where are you going?"
And the next moment he was after the
minister and had him by the arm just as
they reached the open front door. Mr..
Burnett ever afterward remembered the
curious impression produced on him by
the note in Mr.. Taylor's voice and that
hurried grip of the arm. Suspicion, alarm.
note of anger, all seemed to be blended.
"l-l was only going to ask your driver
to come and have a cup Of tea in the
Kitchen" stammered the embarrassed min
ister
My dear sir, he doesn't want any; I've
asked him already" said Mr. Taylor 81
assure you honestly have"
MIR. BURNETT suffered himself to be
A'A led back, wondering greatly. He
had caught glimpse of the chauffeur, q
clean shaver, we'll turned out man sitting
back in his seat with his cap far over his
eyes, and even in that hurried glance at
part of his face he had been struck with
something curously familiar about the
man, though whether he had seen hin.
before, or, if not, who he reminded him
OF he was quite unable to say And then
there was Mr.. Taylor's extraordinary
change of manner the very moment he
started to see the chauffeur. He could
make nothing of it at all, but for some
little time afterward he had vague sense
of disquiet.
Mr.. Taylor, on his part, had recovered
his cheerfulness as quickly as he had
lost it,
Forgive me, my dear Mr. Burnett" he
said earnestly, yet always with the rich,
jolly note in his voice. 81 must have
seemed perfect maniac. The truth is.
between ourselves, l had a terrible sus-
picion you were going to offer my good
James whiskey."
"Oh," said the minister, ''is he then
er-an abstainer?"
Mr.. Taylor laughed pleasantly.
Il wish he were. A wee drappie is his
one failing. Ha! ha! l never allow my
chauffeur to touch drop while Pm on the
road, Mr.. Burnett; never, STRIP
Mr.. Burnett was slow to suspect i'll of
any one, but he was just as slow in getting
rid of suspicion. With all his simplicity.
he could not but think that Mr.. TAYLOR
jumped extraordinarily quick to con-
and got excited on smaller provo
cation than any one he had ever met.
Over his first cup of tea he sat very silent.
THE mean time The sociable Marv
had been suffering from sense of
disappointment. Surely the beautiful. liv-
ing Inquire in the car would require his tea
and eggs like his master? For little she
sat awaiting his arrival in the kitchen.
with her cap neatly arranged and an ex-
pectant smile. But gradually disappoint-
ment deepened. She considered the mat
ter Judlclally. Clearly, she decided, Mr..
Burnett had forgotten the tradition of hos
pltality associated with that and every
other manse. And then she decided that
her own duty was plain.
She went out of the sack door and round
the house. There stood the car. with the
resplendent figure leaning back in his seat.
his cap still over his eyes, and his face now
resting on his hand, so that she could
barely see more than the tip of his nose.
he heard nothing of her approach till she
was fairly at his side, and in her high and
voice cried:
will We not be for cup of tea and an
egg to it, eh?"
The chauffeur started, and Mary started.
too. She had seen his face for an instant.
though he covered it quickly but apparent
y quite naturally with his hand.
"No, thanks" he said brusquely. and
turned away his eyes.
Mary went back to the kitchen. divided
between annoyance at the rebuff and WON
Ter. The hveried figure might have been
he twin brother of the minister.
CHAPTER iii
On the Cliff
GRADUALLY Mr. Burnett recovered
- his composure His guest was 81
senlal and friendly and appreciat;ve of tho