Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-04-17
By J~.JEFFERsoN FARJEoN

and for goodness sake, hurry! She's
at n table. We're fixed at the next.
And, at another, is old Simon Brill"
"Why does Simon Brill excite
you?" asked Rupert.
wake up!" retorted Charlie. 81
thought he never 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"
81 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, and Ill 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.
II heard a lark singing. 1t was
wonderful. And, though I looked for
the lark everywhere, I couldn't spot
the light blighter."
Had his friend gone mad?
For heavens sake. don't look like
a stuck pig" murmured Rupert. II
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 godmcther would change her
into a princess before the day was
out 50 that the owner Of the manly
back would duly PROSTATE himself
before her dazzling beauty. even 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
Drescience-eventS that were quite
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unattached to the manly back. Un-
attached. at least. so far as Sellv's
limited vision could embrace. Sally
had M eyes to perceive the inner
workings Of Fate. Mr.. Simon Brill
had helped to make the morning I'M
usual by ringing his bell at half-past
seven and demanding hot water.
This was the first time he had done
so since his arrival at the inn, and
breakfast in bed had appeared to be
an unbreakable habit with him.
"Goin' to take q mornin' walk,
sir?" 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 Violet! Was
even she so beautiful? When the
new visitor signed her name in the
register, after booking a room and
inquiring at what time breakfast
was served, Sally looked over her
shoulder. expecting anything up to
a duchess. But il the visitor pos
sessed a title, her entry did not ad-
NIT 1t. 1t merely ran:
"Joscelyn Marlowe. London"
And, Just as she finished writing
it. the big, tuhlike youth descended
the stairs. and stopped suddenly.
"'E's i'll" concluded Sally. Not
Lord Maple-H birmingham. himself,
had betrayed more emotion when
Ladv Violet had pushed aside the
purple curtain. But, Sally had no.
ticed. the big. tub-like youth had re-
! covered himself almost at once,