The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1920-04-15

0unt1e, tne DOOy-enatcher who annex
ed the old boy-what Of herr"
'I've asked the trust company peo.
pie whether she's in sight anywhere,
and they assure me that she is not on
these shores. Terrence, the third
vice president-you know TORY: he
was in the class ahead of us at col.
lege, the man who never smiles
TORY said she acknowledged the last
remittance three months ago from
Bangkok-wherever that is. Isuppose
the old girls resumed her tour Of the
world looking for another retired
merchant to add to her list"
Every likely. To what nation,
tribe, or human group does this pred.
atory person belongT
"I'll tell you all I know. Just as I
was sailing from France I got letter
from Uncle Bash stating in a most
businesslike fashion that he was
about to be married to a lady he had
met on the trip out to Japan. The
dire event was to occur at the Amer
lean embassy the following day.
From which judged that my presence
at the ceremony was neither expected
nor desired. Oddly enough, months
afterward, I picked up an English
paper In a French inn that contained
an announcement of the marriage in
the usual advertisement form. The
lady WIS succinctly described as Mrs.
Alice Wellington COrnford, widow Of
the late Archibald Reynolds Cornford,
PepperharrOw road, Hants. All Tor
renee knows Of the subsequent pro-
ceedings is what he got in official re-
ports Of Uncle Bash's death from the
consul-general at Tokyo. Whether
the widow expects to come to Amer
lea ultimately or will keep moving
through the Orient marrying husbands
and burying them is a dark mystery.
I If she hOuld turn up. the house at
| Barton Is hers, Of course, but with
her rowing disposition fancy my
aunt Alice wouldn't like the place
The Jap stuff Is worth bit Of money,
and IL the lady is keen for such
things and not mere adventures
she may take 1t into her head one Of
these days to come over and inspect
the loot"
81 can see the vampire" said
Searles musingly, Handing at the
Grand Central with enough hand
luggage to fill freight-car; big,
/ raw-boned creature. with a horse face
and horrible mess as to clothes.
You will be there to meet her, defer
entail, anxious to please. You will
pilot her up to the coast Of Barton,
tip the servants heavily to keep them
from numbering her, and twiddle
your thumbs in your garage as you
await her further pleasure. BY the
way, are those ancient freaks still on
the place-those broken-down hotel
employees who were your uncle's sole
experiment in philanthropyT
florence assures me they are all
very much there"
Searles yielded himself to laughter.
AN Englishwoman with lofty ideas of
domestic service would certainly enjoy
a romp with that crew."
"Oh. they are In the same class with
me-" I explained. 'The place can't
be sold till 1 die. and while live
they're to be harbored-about thirty
Of them-clothed and victualed."
II think there's farce In the idea,
and may try 1t one of these days."
he said, scribbling in his notebook.
"A refuge for brOken.down chamber
maids. venerable bell-hops grown gray
In the service, and the head waiter
who amassed a fortune In tips and
then toyed with the market once too
often and lost his ill-gotten gains.
What was the head walters name
who presided with such stateliness
In the dining-roOm Of the Tyringham?"
That's Antoine. who married the
assistant housekeeper at the Tyring-
ham. He's the butler and has charge
OF the place. When get settled I'll
ask you up and you can study the
bunch at leisure"
splendid! I'll be up in couple
OF weeks. I'm going to Ohio tomor-
row for family reunion and a look
at the loved spots my infancy knew"
you're lucky to have home-folks
even in Ohio" remarked enviOusly.
"Well, there's always your distant
auntie cruising the seven seas In
pursuit Of husbands. Nobody with
an aunt 10 MS credit can pretend to
be alone in the world. Aunts must
rank just little below mothers in
the heavenly kingdom. When 1 was
boy out in Ohio there were two
great occasions every year in my
life-One when went to visit
grand old aunt had in the country,
the other when she visited us, arriv-
Ing with wagonlOad Of jam, Jelly,
salt-rising bread pound.cake, and
other unpurchasable manna."
"Stor J Jr I'll call the food censor"
I pleaded. picking mp my hat. "Send
me your copy OF Lady Geranium,'
and I'll tell you whether It's A classic
or not"
Lady LarkSpur." he corrected
with Shuddrr. You shall have II
by trusted messenger tomorrow"