Evening star., 1924-08-31


gray monotonouS soak.
TN in the doldrums." Terry de-
clared. Why does nothing ever hap
pen to US nothing romantic, or
weird. or desperate?"
Little did our innocent heroine
think as she spoke what fantastic
happenings We're to befall her ere
tea time" murmured Thyme, lam
guidly improvising.
Her sister suddenly sat up, her
brown eyes alert.
Thyme, something is going to
happen. / can feel it coming nearer
and nearer"
You can"" Thyme's voice was
Very grim. THE gods have sent Mrs.
Wormack to tea
Terry groancd Her groan was over
heard by the stout lady just then
entering.
oh my dear. are you feeling so
bad today? l thought I'd cali in to
brighten -ou a bit, not but that your
kind little sister is worth more than
fifty neighbors, but STILL"
I'm the one that's been ill., Thyme
contradicted 'Terrys the kind little
sister. You've got us mixed again"
But-but-you-you lying on
the sofa" to Terry.
Yes" sweetly. Il am lying on the
sofa and Thyme is the one who's been
i'll Isn't life beWilderlng?
Yes" gasped Mrs. Wormack. She
bHnked twice and then threw out in
an off-hand manner: II hope your
recent legacy Observation-Disclosures
Terry replied in tones equally off
hand, Quite. thanks. We went to
see about it this morning"
Legacy, Tantalizing, provocative
word, packed with magical possibili-
ties. Thyme sat with every nerve
Terry, who was apparently cool as
snow.
Directly l saw it in the paper yes
terday,' Mrs Wormack continued, Il
said to my boy. Harold, There! So
they are twins"
And what did Harold say" queried
that demure mink. Terry Leigh Stan
ton, betraying no impatienCe.
"Oh, Harold. He said: Well, mum,
you've only got to look at them"
She lapsed into silent admiration of
Harold's gift of repartee. Thyme
suddenly had an inspiration. Il be-
lieve it appeared in more than one
paper. We happened to see it in the
Daily Gazette-but you don't take
the Gazette, do you"'
NO the Messenger. Well, it's
wonderful, isn't it, how the Agony
Column finds people?-'will hear of
something to their advantage.' 1
hope the lawyer was an affable,
fatherly sort of man."
Most affable," said Thyme.
Most fatherly," said Terry.
hegacy-legacy-l legacy yeSter-
days Messenger - lawyer - some
thing to their advantage"-Thym
and Terry were not poor, but
"legacy'--it was not always just
money!
At last Mrs. Wormack finished her
tea, and started a few benevolent in
quiries regarding their late grand
father; chilled by Terry's prompt:
"Under the awful circumstances, it
hurts too much to speak of him. You
do understand, don't you?" Mrs.
Wormack did not. But Harold passed
the gate, on his way from the sta
ton, and she hurried home to see
that he changed out of his wet
clothes.
Thyme and Terry drew long
breath.
But were not twins" Thyme
burst out
That's the catch in the whole
thing. That's the little rift within
the Lutte
Terry thrust her hands backwards
through her thick bright hair.
We can't do anything without
yesterdays Messenger; 7 suppose
there's just chance that they'll
have one up at the paper shop"
But it's bank holiday"
x Y < x
THEREAFTER, the behavior of
Thyme and Terry was swift and
ruthless. Throwing on their water
proof coats and caps, they dashed up
the hill to the stationer's, and rang
pitilessly at his private bell until he
gave them reluctant audience. He
had no copy of yesterdays Messen-
ger left: but gave them list of all
his clients in the neighborhood to
whom he daily delivered that paper
At the first three houses they drew
a blank.
The fourth name was Mrs Wor-
mack; they passed her over. Only
two more-Dr. Keith Roper. and a
Mrs. Nash. known by repute as a
dragon. Thyme and Terry prayed
that their quest might end on the
doctors doorstep.
He opened to them himself; a
pleasant young man, very lean about
the jaw. Terrys flushed, eager pref
tiness seemed to appeal to him: he
could not keep his eyes off her. Like
one in trance, he produced yester-
days Messenger-and then, seeing
them about to rush off with ii.
triumphant, called out:
Il say, | wonder if you'd mind re-
turning it. if it isn't too much trouble.
1 mean-I'd call for it, of course But
-er-there's a column on the fourth
page-a new cure for toxities If you
don't mind. Goodbye So glad 1 had
It. Hope you'll find what YOU want"
Thyme and Terry hurried home; and
whipped the newspaper almost to the
state of omelette before they discoy-
cred that the advertisement page was
missing from it.
Shall we go back and ask him for
the missing page?"
We can't go on being nuisances
And it's probably ppespills by now
Terry gloomed awhile, and then sprang
upright. You stay here. Thyme; I'm
going to parley with the dragon It's
our last chance"
In ten minutes she was back again.
breathless, eXultant
Here she gasped. "Pm an angel
i haven't looked yet! 1 stole it.
Sitting-room empty, window open.
paper-rack conspicuous. Advertise
ments. Here we are-yes-ah!" Her
own name leapt to sight from half
way down the column.
Thyme read aloud in full round tones
befitting the solemnity of the an
nouncement:
Leigh Stanton. Will the twins who
are the grandchildren of the late
Ambrose Pickering Leigh Stanton, Esq,
kindly communicate with Messrs. Ross
& Thorogood, of Middle Inn Chambers,
when they will hear of something to
their advantage"
GIVE intended at first to deceive
W YOU" Thyme explained to Mr..
"therspoon, the senior partner of the
-lm of Ross & Thorogood. I'VE
meant at first to spool you into be-
lieying we were twins That's why