The Connecticut labor news., 1921-02-04
"A foreign gentleman Who acts very

"A foreign gentleman Who acts very aueerly," Antoine persisted.
 My uncIe's widow was a vague, un known being whom I had never eX- pected to cross my horizons. If she meditated a descent upon Barton-on- the-Sound, the trust company would certainly have had some hint of her approach, but Florence clearly had had no tidings of her beyond her last communication from Bangkok. Still, it was wholly possible that globe trotting widow would have friends in many parts of the world, and I could see nothing disturbing In the fact that inquiries had been made for her. said as much. AntOine's answer was another shrug and a jerk of his head toward Flynn, as though even the en- ployment of an alien tongue might not conceal our conversation from the big Irishman. When we had reached the farm and were running through the grounds Antoine spoke again.
 I've thought we would put you up at the house, MT. Singleton, ana not in the garage" he said inqu1r- ingly.
 Not at all, Antoine," I answered quickly. "We must stick close to the law in such matters"
 "Very good, sir. Stop at the garage, Flynn.'
 To the casual observer the garage was a charming two-story house fol- lowing the general lines of the plaster and timber residence, from which if was separated by strip of woodland and formal garden. The garage and quarters for the chauffeur were at one end and at the other were downstairs living-room, with a broad fireplace, and three chambers above so planned as to afford a charming view of the Sound. whose shore curved in deeply at this point. On the chauffeur's side was a small kitchen from which I had been served with my meals when I lodged there.
 "The house is in order. You will have your meals at the residence, I suppose, sir" Antoine suggested.
 l debated this a moment and when he hinted that dinner could be more served there than in my own quarters, I said that for the present the Flynns might give me breakfast and luncheon at the garage, but that I would dine at the house.
 It was five o'clock when I reached the garage, and Antoine left me after opening my bags, with the suggestion that l could summon Zimmerman, former valet of the Tyringham, for any service I might require. 1 knew very well and said would call him when occasion re- quired.
 "He is 0f that race" said Antoine | in the French which now seemed to come readily enough to his | lips.
 "Race? Botheration! You musn't | trouble yourself about race questions | out here, Antoine. Zimmerman is a | good old chap, who's probably for | gotten the very name of the German | town he was born in"
 ''They do not forget" Antoine re- piled with emphasis. "There has | been much discussion-much-
 Forget it, Antoine! I supposed you were all living here like a happy ;amily. Please tell them at the residence that I'll dine at seven.'
 "Very good, sir" he said in his manner, but I saw that he vas unified by my indifference.
 Flynn, having disposed of the car, .ame to ask if there was anything le could do for me.
 "Tony's against the wife and me- le said mournfully. Its the war orr, and she and me that lille, SOFT, he American flag floats from the .arage every day. And if a heart can 'e lille, Elsie's as true to America as hough she was born in Boston state ouse"
 q believe you, Flynn" I said ouched by his nervousness. Don't ou worry about Antoine and the rest f them; they're just little nervous; II see what I can do to straighten hingS Out.''