New Britain herald., 1922-11-09
(Contlnued From our Last Issue) EPISODE TWELVE
 Her Highness Intcr,encs

CHATTER l.
 Toward noon the wind changed, and about 1 o'clock it began to snow Eve, exhausted, lay on the sofa In her bedroom. Her step-father lay on table in the dance hall below, covered by sheet from his own bed And beside him sat Trooper Stormont waiting.
 It was showing heavily when Mir Lyken. the little undertaken from Ghost Lake, arrived with several as sistants. casket, and what he called swell trimmings"
 Long ago Mike Clinch had selected his own mortuary site and had driven a section of iron pipe into the ground on q ferny knoll overlooking Star Pond. In explanation He grimly re- marked to Eve that after death he preferred to be planted where he could see that Old Harrod's ghost didn't trespass.
 Here two of MT. Lyken's able as- sistants dug grave while the dig ging was still good; for if Mike Clinch was to be underground that season there might be need of haste no weather prophet ever having sue cessfuly forecast Adirondack weather. Eve, exhausted by shock and a sleepless night,la was spared the more narrowing details of the coro- ner's visit and the subsequent jannty activities of Mir. Lyken and his efficient assistants. fe % She had managed to dress herself In black wool gown, intending to watch by Mike, hut stormont's blum authority prevailed and she lay down for an hours rest.
 The hour heightened into many hours; the girl slept heavily on hei sofa under blankets laid over her by Stormont. x All that dark, snowy day she slept mercifully unconscious of the pro ceedings below.
 In it's own mysterious way the no penetrated the wilderness; and O the desolation of forest and s' and mountain drifted the peop'
 somehow existed there-a few half wild young girls, dozen lank men, two or three of Clint own people, who stood silently abo's in the falling snow and lent a hant whenever requested.
 One long -shanled youth cut hem lock to line the grave; others erecte. d little fence of silver birch around IL making of the enclosure plot.
 A gaunt old woman from Go' knows where aided MT. Lyken at Tn teryals: d pretty, sulky-eyed girl Witi her slovenly, red headed sister cooked for anybody who desired nourishmen'
 When Mike was ready to hold tn inevitable reception everybody hle' into the dance hall MT. LylSen wa master of ceremonies; Trooper stor mons stood very tall and straight -o the head of the casket. asC,ipch wore a vague, lndennap' smile and his best sclothes--that sam smile which had 50 troubled Jos Quintana.
 Light was fading fast in the roor when the last yfsitor took silent leav of Clinc', and rejoined the groups l the kitchen, where were the tuners baked meats.
 Eve still slept Descending agai from his reconnaissance, Troope Stormont encountered Trooper Lar his below.
 Has anybody picked Up our tana's trac'ys?" inquired the former
 Not so far. An Inspector and tw State Game Protectors are out beyon owl Marsh. The Troopers from FIN Lakes are on the job. and we haN enforcement men along Drowne Valley from The Scaur to Harro Place.
 "Does Darragh know"
 Yes. He's iW there with MIX He brought lot of flowers fro Harrod Place..
 The two Troopers went into u dance hall where parragh was