Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1923-01-14

watched him grimly. None had Of
fered the slightest move to make
friends with the smooth-spoken visi-
tor. Dogs have q Queerly occult sixth
sense, sometimes, in regard TO those
who mean i'll to their masters.
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THIS morning, idiing along the
J. highroad, a furlong from the
Places stone gateway, Dugan had
seen the Mistress and the Master
drive past in the smaller of the two
cars. He had seen Lad with them.
A little later he had seen the
men cross the road toward the upper
field. Then, almost on the mems
heels, he had seen Bruce and Wolf
canter across the same road, headed
for the forest. And Dugan's correct
~ stolid face rippled into a pleased
smile.
Quickening his pace he hurried on
to the gateway and down the drive.
But as he passed the house on his
way to the garage where stood the
other and larger car he paused. Out
of an ever-vigilant eye corner he saw
an automobile turn in at the gate
way 200 yards up the wooded slope
and start down the drive.
The Mistress and the Master were
returning from the postoffice.
Dugan4 smile vanished. He stopped
in his tracks and did some fast think
ing. Then mounting the veranda
steps, he knocked boldly at a side
door-the door nearest to him. As
making up the bedrooms. his knock
went unanswered. Half hidden by
the veranda vines, he waited.
The car came down the driveway
and circled the house. to the side
farthest from Dugan. There. at the
front door. IL halted. The Mistress
and Lad got out. The Master did
not go down to the garage. Instead
he circled the house again and
chugged off UP the drive, bound for
the station to meet a guest whose
train was due in another ten minutes.
Dugan drew a long breath and
staggered toward the garage. His
walk and manner had in them an
easy openness that no honest mans
could possibly have acquired in a
lifetime
The mistress. deposited at the front
veranda, chirped to Lad and started
across the lawn toward the chrysan-
themum bed, hundred feet away.
The summers flowers were gone
even to the latest thin stemmed Tep-
litz rose and the last stalk OF rose
tinted cosmos. For dining table now
and for living room and guest rooms
nothing was left but the mauve and
bronze hardy chrysanthemums which
made gay the flower border at the
crest OF the lawn overlooking the
lake. Thither Jared the Mistress in
search OF blossoms.
Between her and the chrysanthe-
mum border was a bed of cannas.
Frost had smitten their tail. dark
foliage. leaving only a copse OF
brown stalks. Out Of this copse.
chewing greedily at an uprooted
bunch of Gamma bulbs, sloughed Ro-
names wandering SOW. At sight of
the Mistress she paused in her leis-
urely progress and, with the bunch
of bulbs still hanging from one cor
ner Of her shark mouth, stood blink
ing truculertly at the astonished
woman.
Now Lad had not obeyed the Mis-
tress's soft chirp. 1t had not reached
his dulling ears-the ears which, OF
old, had caught her faintest whisper.
Yet he would have followed her. as
ever, without such summons had not
his nostrils suddenly become aware
Of an allen scent
LADS sense OF smell like his hear
Ing was far less keen than once 1t
had been. But Il was still strong
enough to register the trace Of In
truders. His fackies bristled. Up