The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1924-01-11

II always thought you had grain
Of sense hidden away somewhere" he
said, paying her striking tribute. II
hope now that we've heard the last Of
all this foolishness about that young
hound Marlowe."
You certainly have! don't want
ever to see him again! hate him!"
you couldn't do better, my dear"
said Mr.. Bennett, approvingly. "And
now run away. Mr.. Peters and have
some business to discuss"
&
I A quarter of an hour later, Webster,
the valet, summing himself in the stable
yard, was aware of the daughter of his
employer approaching him.
webster" said Billie. She was still
pale. Her face was still hard. and her
eyes still cleaned coldly.
"MissT said Webster politely, throw
Ing away the cigarette with which he
had been refreshing himself.
'.Wlll you do something for mel"
Il should be more than delighted.
miss"
Billie whisked inte view an envelope
which had been concealed In the re-
cesses Of her dress.
"Do you know the country about
here, well, Websfer?"
S.sWithin certain. radius, mot uninti-
matesy. miss. hive been for several
enjoyable rambles since the fine wealth
er set In"
"Do you know the place where there
is road leading to Havant. and an
rother to Cosham? It's about a mile
down :"
Il know the spot well, miss"
well, straight In front of you when
yeu get to the sign-post there Is little
lane :"
Il know 1t, miss" said webster. IA
delightfully."- romantic spot. What with
the overhanging trees, the wealth of
blackberry bushes. the varied wild
flowers 90.
Yes, never mind about the wild
flowers now. want you after lunch to
take this note to gentleman you will
find sitting on the gate at the bottom
of the lane -"
Sitting on the gate. miss. Yes.
miss .
"Or leaning against 1t. You can't
mistake him. He is rather tail and
I. Oh, well, there isn't likely to be
anybody else there, so you can't make
a mistake. Give him this, will your"
Certainly. miss. Er-any mes
sageT'
ANY what?"
Amy verbal message. miss?
''No, certainly not! You won't for
get, will you, Webster?"
ION no account whatever, miss.
Shall wait for an answer?"
There won't be any answer said
Billie, setting her teeth for an instant.
"Oh. Webster r.
''AIiss?"
y can rely on you to say nothing to
anybody?" r.
Most undoubtedly. miss. Most un-
doubtedly I"
docs anybody know anything about
Teller named 5. Narrower" inquired
Webster. entering the kitchen. Don't
all speak at once! S. Marlowe. Ever
heard of him?"
He paused for reply, but nobody
had any information to impart.
Because there's something jolly
well up! Our Miss B. is sending me
with notes for him to the bottom of the
lanes"
"And her. engaged to young Mr.. Nor
timer!" said the scullery maid,
shocked. The way they go on!
Chronic!" said the scuIlery maid.
Don't you go getting alarmed. And
don't you" added Webster, "go shov-
ing your ear in when your social SUI
periors are talking. I've had to speak
to you about that before. My remarks
were addressed to Mrs. Withers here. q
He Indicated the cook with arespect-
full gesture.
Yes, here's the note, Mrs. Withers.
OF course, If you had steamy kettle
handy, in about half moment we
could but no, perhaps it's wiser
not to risk it. And, come to that,
don't need to unstick the envelope to
know what's inside here. It's the
raspberry. ma'am, or I've lost all my
power to read the human female coun-
tenance. Very cold and proud-looking
she was! l don't know who this S.
Marlowe is, but do know one thing
in this hand hold the instrument
that's going to give 1t him in the neck,
proper Right in the neck. or my name
isn't Montagu Webster!'
"Well!" said Mrs. Withers comfort
ably. pausing for a moment from her
labors. think of that!"
1.-THE way look at it." said Webster,
"is that there's been some sort of nm.
Outstanding between our Miss B. and
this s. Marlowe. and she's thought bet
ter of 1t and decided to stick to the