Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-04-12
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her! And-if she's troublesome
don't be particular what you do to
heri" Brown trails the girl to the
haunted house at night. He meets
the girl in the house and warns her.
Exploring the house. a locked door
is broken down and a rigid body
pitches out. Browns two compan-
ions. Rupert and Charlie, after find
ing their stolen car. go to the vii
lage inn for the night.
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CHAPTER XIV
They went to bed early at the
Yellow Stag. The amiable host. a
God-fearing man despite the fact
that he sold liquor. was happieSt
when he could forget the trying
little responsibilities Of running a
sleepy inn. and was free to sink
flabbily between his sheets. If one
could have analysed his philosophy.
one would probably have discovered
a strong leaning towards the rest
full condition of death, but, until
that blessed condition was attained
the usual strong objection to the
process Of dying.
The maid who did most Of the
work at the inn. however. had no
leaning towards death. When she
went to her little bedroom. with its
small window overlooking the road,
she did not dwell on the gloireS Of
death but on the glorics of life.
All la1- clio co0f-aJ ond Sarvrod onJ
scrubbed and polished. but for two
hours each night-from 10 to mid
night--she lived with dukes and
duchesses. and wandered in blue silk
through marble halls. Kindly au-
thors fed her imagination, and col
ored her dreams.
Usually no one interrupted her
two hours Of literary living. On this
night, however, The Temptation Of
Lady Violet was inconsiderately
disturbed. While Lady Violet was
walking through an ancestral corri-
dor in her night dress. a car purred
round corner in Byford Moor and
stopped Before the Yellow Stag.
And Just as Lady Violet was stretch
ing a lily-white. brilliantly mani
cured hand towards a rich purple
curtain the front bell of the Yellow
Stag tinkled.
Lady Violet hesitated. Should
she pull the curtain aside? Her
temptation was great this night. But
the bell tinkled again, and temper
arily saved her. The maid, who was
following her temptation, hoping
with all her heart that she would
be tempted suddenly sat up and
listened.
The bell tinkled a third time. "A
nice thing, at this time O night"
frowned the maid But she was a
faithful soul-less weak then tempt
ed than Lady Violet-and, business
being business. and not too much
Of it at that she slipped out Of her
warm bed and put cn a dark red
dressing gown 1t was an historic
dressing gown, and had belonged to
her mother when her father had
gone a-wooing.
Faded red for shimmering blue
silk. and dull. unkempt nails for
high-polished ones: yet the maids
mission was far more honorable than
Lady Violet's. With no expectations
of glorious guilt, she descended the
well-worn stairs and candle in hand
crossed the hall below to the front
door. She unbolted and opened the
door-and then, for a moment, Fate
did smile upon her.
She had expected a dull CONNER
cial traveller. Instead, a well set-ur
young man. with handsome features
not unlike those of the bronzed Lord
Maple-Hurlingham Cat that moment
waiting impatiently behind the rich
purple curtain, stood before her
His smile as well as his features
disarmed the maid, and caused her
to forget her discomfort.
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