New Britain herald., 1924-08-16
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cerning the precise status of his nerve.
 The most surprising development involved Timothy, the Underwood chauffeur. Timothy had begun by being literal. He had been heard to say that there was but one bandit. But he multiplied by six, perhaps in- advertently, perhaps because he drew inspiration from higher sources. At any rate, he did not spoil mat ters; he magnified.
 Timothy ate his meals in the kitchen. He was a respectful crea- ture, although he came from New York. He always said ''sir" and ma 'am," until Sally was in fidgets over his deferential speech. He had a mild glance that followed her wherever she went, which the Wreck observed, and of course mistook. So he formed a dislike for Timothy, who did not exactly cringe under his obvious displeasure, but who met 1t with 8 patient submission that was worse than defiance. There was no harm in Timothy: he merely lied through force of higher example.
 But most annoying of all the peo- pie at the ranch, so far as the Wreck was concerned, was Chester Under- wood. Chester, having discovered Sally on horseback, was rediscover- ing her in the kitchen. He kept drifting in and out, on pretexts, and sometimes he sat down and watched her as she worked with her sleeves rolled up on brown arms. To Ches- ter the Wreck was merely a person who washed dishes, waited on table, and fell off horses-quite uninterest- ing and not claimant for notice.
 The washer of dishes found himself growing surly, without knowing why. The able-bodied heir of Jerome Un- derwood was not worth bothering about, so long as he stuck to his own business and did not annoy the Wreck. He could talk to Sally, if he chose, and if Sally chose to talk to him, which it seemed that she did.
 Sally was growing restive. The labor of cooking for a large house. hold did not dismay her, although it was not exactly recreation. She wanted to be moving again, although the time and the means had not pre- scented themselves. But no matter how necessary it might be to remain in hiding, it was also irksome. Be- ing young, she did not have the pa tience that comes with years.
 Anything that broke the routine, however, was welcome, even an invi- tation from Chester for a ride over the hills. She went, and there were just two in the party. Nobody had invited the Wreck, and as it was not sally's party, he could not fairly ex- pect it. She did not believe that | he cared to go, anyhow, for he hated | horses. As she and Chester rode off | he stood leaning against the frame of | the kitchen door glowing at them. | It would not have been good time | for anybody to offer him pleasantries. |
 He felt unaccountably lonesome as Sally's horse disappeared over a rise. All the way from Pittsburgh to thea Bar-M he never suffered from lone- although there were days when he scarcely exchanged a word with anybody. But now it seemed that the world conspired to isolate him, and he resented the conspiracy. He had an uncomfortable sense of being deserted as she rode away.
 He went back into the kitchen liter a while. where Timothy sat in | corner reading magazine. There we're some dishes that belonged in he pantry, and the Wreck started hither with them. His foot tripped against a chair leg, and two of the fishes slid off the top of the pile and plintered on the floor. The Wreck tood scowling at them until he heard snicker from the corner Timothy vas grinning with good -natured