Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-04-17
UNDERGROUND n2s 5Gx5 Ass
By JEFFERSON FARJEON owrua imsb cmnm-a x~Asahs
By JEFFERSON FARJEoN
Copyright. 1929. By Central Pre-. Association. lac.

and for goodness sake, hurry! She's
at one table. We're fixed at the next.
And, at another, is old Simon Brill"
why does Simon Brill excite
you?" asked Rupert.
wake upI" retorted Charlie. Il
thought he neve came down to
breakfast? But he's come down this
morning-especially to honor and
observe us. I may be fat, old fell
low, but I'm not entirely a fool"
"I see," nodded Rupert. Eyes
you're probably right. This Is going
70 be an interesting meal. Before
it's over, We'll Sc if we can improve
our acquaintance with these inter-
esting people"
"You can have the old man." sug-
gested Charlie, land I'll take the
girl. Wei. that's my news. Now
what about yours"
Mines even more arresting, !
think" replied Rupert. Listen.
When I got to the shed"
He paused suddenly.
What happened?" asked Charlie.
Il heard a lark singing. 1t was
wonderful. And, though I looked for
the lark everywhere, I couldn't spot
the light Brighter"
Had his friend gone mad?
For heavens sake, don't look like
a stuck pig" murmured Rupert. Il
didn't spot the lark, but I've this
moment spotted something else.
That little fellow who was doped at
Newcastle has just come round the
church and is looking at us"
Charlie CarfaX was not, as has
been implied, the only riser on this
historic morning at the Yellow Stag
to devote a few extra seconds to the
question of personal toilette. Sally
had preceded him, by about an hour,
along the road Of vanity. inspired by
her glimpse of Rupert Blake's manly
back from her lofty bedroom win
dow; and although it is not to be
assumed that Sally imagined some
fairy godmother would change her
into a princess before the day was
out so that the owner Of the manly
back would duly PROSTATE himself
before her dazzling beauty, ever the
inaccessible can make one thrill, and
can impart a touch of glamour to
the proSaic business of sweeping and
busting and serving.
It seemed, indeed. thta special
events were to justify Sally's vague
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES that were quite
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unattached to the manly back. Un-
attached, at least. so far as Sallv's
limited vision could embrace. Sally
had no eyes to perceive the inner
workings of Fate. Mr.. Simon Bril-
had helped to make the morning un-
usual by ringing his bell ct half-past
seven and demanding hot water
This was the first time he had done
SO since his arrival at the inn, anc
breakfast in bed had appeared to be
an unbreakable habit with him.
"Goin' to take a mornin' walk
sirf" Sally had ventured. as she
brought in the steaming can.
"And why not?" retorted Simon
Brill. do you think I'm a hun.
dred?"
Then. a little before eight. another
interesting personality had turned
up in a little BRIGHT green two-seat-
er. Shades of Lady Violetl Wa.
even she so beautiful? When the
new visitor signed her name in the
register, after booking a room anc
inquiring ct what time breakfast
was served, Sally looked over hel
shoulder. expecting anything up tt
a duchess. But if the visitor pos
sessed a title, her entry did not adj
init it. 1t merely ran:
~"Josce1vn Marlowe. London"
And, iust as she finished writinf
it, the big, tublike youth descended
the stairs. and stopped suddenly.
"'E's it'll" concluded Sally. No
Lord Maple-H birmingham. himself
had betrayed more emotion wher
Ladv Violet had pushed aside tn.
purple curtain. But, SALLY had no.
ticed, the big. tub-like youth had re.
J covered himself almost at once