New Britain herald., 1925-07-02
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 The Reverend Septimus Larktn Rector of Cheyere, If he wasn't sly, had the misfortune to look shy. He looked extra sly when the servants having departed from the reading of family prayers" he seated him self at the breakfast table and ad- dressed his daughter. Three days had elapsed since that young lady had made Klync's acquaintance in the drive.
 "Adela," said the Rector, chipping his first egg, 'you have many ad- mirers of all ranks. of all shapes and sizes. Isn't young Ali Sturman, the poacher, one of your slavcs?'
 And how do l and AIf Sthrman come into your schemes?" poutod Adela. She was sure it was somc- thing horrid.
 You have been trained as d nurse" her reverend father proceed . ed. "Tf you could persuade Sturman to let you tap his veins to the extent of pint or so there would be q compound note for each of you. The product of the operation would be placed in my rain gauge. The po- lice and the press would be duly notified. Mr. Honeybun would be cured of what is rapidly assuming the proportions of dclusion.'
 "Im take it on all right" she said,
 "I felt sure you would," rcioinod the Rector dryly.
 Alone in her room after tho meal Adela probed the strange request just made to her. She knew her father too well to accept 1t as its face value and the reason alleged for it, There was more hehin1 Mr, Larkin was much too selfish to do an act of disintercstcd kindness to ! fellow creature, still less to pay out good money for it's performance.
 Still, money was money, and given a chance of earning 1t, the sooner fl was earned the better. Adcla put on pair of scout boots. crowned her auburn pate with 8 tammy and, after routing out from her old hos pital equipment the necessary i'm elements, started for Sturman'S cot tage on the edge of the great woods,
 On d piece of waste land at the edge of the woods she came 10 3 tumhledoTn cottage.
 Adela. drummed on the door which was opened after some little delay by a lusty young giant in his shirt sleeves. A slow smile broke over the hairless. hoyish face as hc recognized the visitor.
 Come In, missy" he invited. You be 8 sight for sore eyes this fine morning. What can l do for 'ee""
 Adela stepped daintly into the dim interior. Though there was no one else in the cottage and she sensed her hosts gloating admira- tion. she was not in the least afraid She felt all a Iion-tamer's confidence in his powers 10 spbdue, 'T want something pretty steer from you, Alf," she replied. But there are ten pounds hanging 10 it if you consent, and yon will lay me under an everlasting obligation"
 Then 'tis as good as done,' re- piled the poacher, "Td do most anything for a tcnner, and there $ nothing wouldn't do to ohlige you missy
 But Mir. Ali Sturman was not quite so forthcoming when Adela disclosed the nature of the sacrifice demanded of him. He scoWlcd DOT cautiously. muttering weird oaths Then, suddenly. his face cleared and he smacied his mighty thigh.
 "You're on," he boomcd at his pretty guest. "1'll stick it, no mai ter if it does hurt. Whats pair snyhow?'
 The next morning Adrian KIyn, Uas smoking an after breakfast ripC 1 at the Grange with Sir Guy Lath. rop, when Margaret burst into tho