Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1920-07-24
CHAPTER I-Continued.

CHAP iER I-Continued.
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I'll tell you M know. Just aS
was sailing frcrn France got letter
from Uncle Bash stating In a most
busincSSIikc fashion that he was
about tn hr married TO lady he had
!het ou the trip ont 10 Japan. tn"
dire event was 20 occur ~ the Amer
jean embassy The following day.
From. which ! Judged that my presence
ut the ceremony was neither expected
nor desired Oddly enough, months
afterward, / picked up an English
paper IN n French inn that contained
al announcement of the marriage in
the usual advertisement form. The
lady was SuCcinCtly described as Mrs.
Alice Wellington Cornford, widow of
the late Archibald Reynolds COrnford,
PeppeTharrow road, HantS. All Tor
renee knows of the subsequent pro-
ceedings is wha he got IN official re-
ports of Uncle Basins death from the
consul-general AZ Tokyo. Whether
the widow expects 10 COME TO Amer
lea ultimately or will keep moving
through the Orient marrying husbands
and burying them is n dark mystery.
If she should turn up, the house at
Barton 8 hers. Of course, but with
o. rowing disposition I fancy my
-Tunr airUr uoEt4fr't Ike the place.
The Jap stuff Is worth a bit of money,
and If the lady is keen for such
things and not mere adventures
she may take II into her head one Of
these days to come over and inspect
the loot"
~ can see the vampire" said
Searles muSingly, landing at the
Grand Central with enough hand
luggage to fiji freight-car; big
raw-h0ned creature, with a horse face
and horrible mess as to clothes
You will he 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, anG twiddlc
your thumbs in your garage as you
await her further pleasure. BY the
way, are tIoSc ancient freaks still on
the placc-thoSc broken-down hotel
employees fho were your uncle's sole
experiment; in philanthropy"
"rorrence assures me they are an
very much there"
Searlcs yielded himself 10 laughter.
IAN EngiiShwoman with lofty ideas of
domestic service would certainly enjoy
romp with that crew."
"Oh. they are I'm the same class with
me" explained. THE place can't /
be sold till ! die. and while live ,
they're to be harbOred-about thirty /
Of thcm-cIothed and victuaIed."
Il think there's farce in the idea, |
and | may try II one of these days"
he said, scribbling in his notebook. |
"a refuge for hroken-dOwn chamber |
maids. venerable bell-hops grown gray
In the service and the head waiter /
who amused Il fortune ia 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
I'm the dining room Of the Tyringham?"
That's Antoine, who married the .
assistant hoUsckeepcr ut the Tyring- /
ham He's the butler and has charge ,
of the place. When l get settled I'll .
aSl. you NJ and you can study the /.
bunch at leisure
"SplcnGid, I'll be up in q couple T.
of weeks. I'm going 10 Ohio tomor- +
row for family reunion and look
nj the lowed spots my infancy knew"
YOU'RE lucky to have home-folls .
even in Ohio" remarked enviouSly.
"WrU. there's always your distant .
auu,ic cruising the seven seas in .
pur~uit Of husbands. Nobody with .
am aunt 10 his credit can pretend To- .
h., alone IN The world. AuntS must
rank lust a littlc below mothers in .
,br heavenly kingdom. When ! was
:, hav out in ohio there We're TWO .
great occasions every year in my
life-anp when went 10 visit
grand old aunt ! had IN the country,
the other when she visited Us arriv- .
ing with 4 NaConload Of Jam, jelly. .
salt-rising bread. pound-cake and .
other unpurChaSahle mamma"
"Stop, or I'll call the food censor" .
| pleaded. picking up my hat, send .
me your copy of Lady Geranium, .
and tn tell YOU whether its a classic .
or not"
"Iadv I.arkSpur." he corrected .
with. "a Shudder, You shall have il /
bv trusted messenger tomorrow
wired Antoine that would reach .
Sound The following
dsv. This vas September 1917.
As the train rolled along the
familiar shore toward Barton I shook