Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-02-05
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with the family and especially all
| the folks that was here last night
The young mans face flushed.
IL was here myself, to dinner" he
! remarked. half defiantly. Il left
| pretty early, though; l can't stand
that chap Lane. Say, Geoff, where's
| Miss Cayley? Have you seen her
! this morning."
Seems to me | did see her little
while ago up on the gallery when |
| come back from takin' Henry to his
| ROOM" Geoff took the pipe from his
| lips and gaZed at it reflectively.
"'Tain't my business, but you cur
ed that pup o. mine O. distemper
last summer, Mr.. Ashe. and little
Miss Cayley she--she don't let any
dumb beasts git hurt when she's
round. Seems to me when | seen
| her on the gallery she was havin' a
! high old fuss with her ma, and |
! kinder think | heard the name Lane
| spofe of, now l come to think o it,"
Damn him. The young mans
hands cIenched. You're a good
scout Geotf. DO you think she's in
| her room now? Couldn't you get
word to her somehow that I'm down
| here and [ simply must see her?
| It's underhanded, I know, but her
| mother would make all kinds of ex-
cuses if / announced myself in the
regular way. especially just after
| after this has happend, though I'll
wager she'll make her receive Lane
fast enough. If l go out on the
| lawn under her window like some
| confounded Romeo, her mother
| might spot me and tell me in short
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come now, and I've just got to sec
Miss Cayley! Isn't there some way
| that you can let her know?"
WELL" Geoff knocked the Goals
from his pipe and carefully stamped
| out the live embers. II amt amin
to take nothin' on myself. but I
| reckon everybody's kinder forgot old
| Henry, and seems to me | heard
! Lefty sayin' somethin' about there
/ bein' coffee on the stove. Mebbe If
l. was to take cup up to him there
wouldn't be no objections. and if it
happened that l dropped a piece O.
! my foot should shove it accidental
| like under a door---?"
! You're trump" Young Mr.
Ashe pulled a letter from his pocket
and tearing off the back of the en-
| Velopc. lie scrubbed few words
upon it with the blunt stub of q
pencil which his companion offered
| The next time you want any of the
stray animals cured that you pick
UP and | can't do it myself, I'll send
! for the best vet from town for YOU,
! Tell her If I'm not here I'll be on
| the lowest step of the terrace. facing
| the beach, where they can't see me
| from the house"
! The nOfN and nppoi1 1bonroJ
hands, and Geoff sauntercd indoors
| to the kitchen, where he helped him
| self To Il cup of coffee before he
| started upstairs. A low murmur of
voices came from the library, but he
! encountered no one on the gallery
| above and accomplished his main
| mission with clumsy haste, rewarded
| by IL startled exclamation in a sirIish
| tone as his foot thumped against
| Mildreds door. Then he hurried
! along to Hcnrys room.
| Every one had indeed forgotten the
| old butler. who had somewhat re-
| covered his nerve and was almost
| pathetically grateful for the coffee
| To his host of eager questions Geoff
! replied with his haoitual taciturnty
| and then returned to the kitchen
| with the empty cup.
Tnele lie found Il massive. duskv
J female clad in Il purple silk dress and
! ieathcred hat, with a bullying grip on
! the floor beside her.
She was rumma glng among the
! cupboard shelves, and turned with Il
sinothered cry at his entrance.
| "LaWsy, man, YOU done mex NAH
| heart jump right up in nah mouf.
! Don't you tell nobuddy you seen me
a-gwine 'tweil I'm on nah way,
I'm jest-a -lookin' 70 nah dream
! book"
Amt nXin' to so away, are YOU.
Ze :I,,s:. 1hst asked mildly.
! mcaningIy at him. Jest let me get
shet o desc grounds an dere won
nobuddy see me TO dust. Desc amt
NAH folks; | only been wukkin' TO-
'qm Il month an | amt lookin' to
| stay where deys quarts an murders
an dat kind o ructions-not me. l
amt cravin' no 'quaintance wild dc
! perlice neither"
Il amt heard nobody quarrclin,"
| Geofr observed.
! Oats coutin' YOU knocks off at
Clark an gos home. Not dat dey
| was much quarlin' till last night.
only Mr.. Joseph settin' mad now an
| again an once in a dawgs age lit
tie Miss Mile spunkin' up to an
swer him back; powerful fond he
was o tellin' her an her ma how
/ much dey owed him, 'Cosc dev
| wasn't none o dat after Miss Shor-
| wood came las week; den Mir.
Joseph act like butter wouldn't melt
in his mouf, only last night him an
! dat other gentleman, Mr.. Lane, had
| il hot an heavy in de dinin'- room.
| Mazeppa spoke with her back to
| him and Geoff spied the lurid cover
! OF the dream book peeping out from
| behind the clock. Quietly taking
possession of that choice specimen
| of literature, lie stuffed it into the
! Pocket where so recently his cap and
that Scrap of soft. black. glossy
! fabric had reposed, and then remark
| ed:
Reckon you've heard folks havin'
! words before, where YOU worked, and
| that didn't have nothin' to do with
Mr. Bernhard gittin' killed. because
he was all right long after Mr.. Lane
lad gone back to the city in that
there car o his"
"Ain't sayin' It did," Mazeppa re-
torted. Where at is dat book O.
| mine. / wonder?-I finished NAH din
ner dishes long bout nine an / was
Jest gwine up to nah room when
Miss Sherwood begun playin' on de
pianner an l waited in de pantry 30
hssen. Lawsy, but dat lady kin
play. When she stopped. Mr..
Joseph an MI Lane come into de
dinin' room right next de pantry an
shet de do an straight off dey COM