^ST'-^t tssewaae -t--*% ®r INTERNATIONAL FALLS PRESS, APRIL 10 1919 PAGM uriver. They fairly tear one to pieces. You started out the back way of the opery afsengaged, sat upon the edge~of~the If anyone had told him that this are a stranger in these parts?" GREEN FANCY house and nobody missed 'em till next bed and enjoyed himself. He talked. rattling, dilapidated automobile—ten "Yes. The railway station is a few mornin' except the sheriff, and he "We were nine at the start," said he years old, at the very least, he would miles below here. I hav.e walked all didn't miss 'em till they'd got over pensively. "Gradually we were reduced have sworn—was capable of covering the way. There was no one to meet the county line into our bailiwick. to seven, not including the manager. the mile in less than two minutes he me. You are a stranger also, so it is Four of 'em are still stoppin' here Two of 'em escaped before the would have laughed in his face. Almost useless to inquire if you know whether just because I ain't got the heart to smash. The low comedian and character before he realized that they were this road leads to Green Fancy." turn 'em out ner the spare money to old woman. Joe Buckley and his on the way up the straight, dark rord 0 GEORGE EARR "Green Fancy? Sounds attractive. buy 'em tickets to New York. Here wife. That left the old man—I mean. the lights in the windows of Hart's I'm sorry I can't enlighten you." He comes one of 'em now. Mr. Dillingford, Mr. Rushcroft, the star—Lyndon Rushcroft, Tavern came into view. Once more will you show this gentleman to you know—myself and Bacon, ihe bounding, swaying car came to a MS CUICHEQK room eleven and carry his baggage up Tommy Gray, Miss Rushcroft, Miss stop under brakes^ and he was relaxing fer him? And maybe he'll want a Hughes and a woman named Bradley, after the strain of the most hairraising pitcher of warm water to wash and seven of us. The woman named Bradley ride lie had ever experienced. shave in." He turned to the new guest said her mother was dying in Buffalo, Not a word had been spoken during and smiled apologetically. "We're a $L Author of so the rest of us scraped together "GRAUSTARK," "THE the tr'p. The front windows were little short o' help just now, Mr. all the money we had—nine dollars Sfv, HOLLOWOF HER HAND,"THE lowered. The driver—an eld, hatchetfac-ed Barnes, and Mr. Dillingford has kindly and sixty cents—and did the right nir.~—had uttered a single word PRINCE OF GRAUSTARK," ETC consented to—" thing by her. Actors are always doing just Lcl^re throwing in the clutch at x.i^ "My word!" gasped Mr. Dillingford, darn-fool things like that, Mr. tils' crossroads in response to thf staring at the register. "Someone Barnes. And what do you suppose she ycrsng woman's crisp command to from little old New York? My word, Copyright iyDtxiJ, MtaJmJConfanif, Inc. did? She took that money and bought drive to Hart's Tavern. That word sir, you— Won't you have a—er— two tickets to Albany, one for herself was uttered under hij breath and ii SYNOPSIS. little something to drink with me before and another for the manager of the CHAPTER I. is not necessary to repeat it here. you—" company—the lowest, meanest orneriest The wayfarer lost no time in climbing CHAPTER I—Thomas K. Barnes, "He wants something to eat," interrupted white man that ever— But I am (First Wayfarer and the Second wealthy New Yorker, on a walking trip out of the car. As he leaped to the Mr. Jones sharply. "Tell Mr. through New England, is caught in a crabbing the old man's part. You Wayfarer Meet and Part on the ii-Guu.I v-nd raised his green hat he tool storm miles from his destination. At a Bacon to step up to his room and ought to her what he has to say about Highway. crossroads point he meets a' girl in the second look at the automobile—a loo! same plight. While they discuss the situation take the order." Mr. Manager. He can use words I A solitary, figure trudged along the of mingled wonder and respect. I" an automobile, sent to meet the "All right, old chap—nothing easier," never even heard of before. So that narrow road that wound its serpentinous girl, arrives and Barnes is given a lift to vas an old-fashioned, high-powerec" Hart's tavern, while the girl is taken said Mr. Dillingford genially. "Just leaves just the four of us here, working way through the dismal, forbidding car, capable, despite its antiquity, oi on to her destination, which she tells climb up the elevator, Mr. Barnes. We off the two days' board bill of Barnes is a place called Green Fancy. depths of the forest—a man who, astonishing speed in any sort of go do this to get up an appetite. When Bradley and the manager, Rushcroft's though weary and footsore, lagged not iiisr. CHAPTER i'l—At the tavern Barnes did you leave New York?" ungodly spree, and at the same time fails in with a stranded troupe of "barnstorming" in his swift, resolute advance. Night "For heaven's sake," he began actors, headed by Lyndon keeping our own slate clean. Miss was coming on, and with it the no uncertain Taking up a lighted kerosene lamp shouting to her above the roar of tlv itushcroft, and becomes interested in Thackeray will no doubt make up your them. prospects of a storm. and the heavy pack, Mr. Clarence Dillingford wind and rain, "don't let him driviike bed in the morning. She is temporarily He came to the "pike" and there that over those—" led the way up the stairs. CHAPTER III—As the storm grows, a chambermaid. Cracking fine was a signpost. A huge, crudely painted He was a chubby individual of indefinite Barnes finds himself worrying over the "You're getting wet," she cried or safety of the girl, traveling over the girl, too. Are you all ready? I'll lead hand pointed to the left, and on age. At a glance you would have a thrill in her voice., "Good night— mountain roads at what he considers dangerous you to the dining room. Or would you speed. He learns tnat Green what was intended to be the sleeve of and thank you!" said he was under twenty-one a second Fancy is something of a house of mystery. prefer a little appetizer beforehand? a very stiff and unflinching arm these look would have convinced you "Look out!" rasped the unplea.san Two mounted men leave the tavern The taproom is right on the way. You in a manner which arouses Barnes-' curiosity. words were printed in scaly white: that he was nearer forty-one. driver, and in went the clutch. Ti mustn't call it the bar. Everybody in "Hart's Tavern. Food for Man and Depositing Barnes' pack on a chair Mio.ii in the road jumped hastily to on that little graveyard town down the in the little bedroom at the end of CHAPTER IV—He meets "Miss Thackeray," Beast. Also Gasoline. Established side as the car shot backward \vi!h leading lady of the stranded theatrical road would turn over completely if 1798. 1 Mile." the hall upstairs he favored the guest jerk, curved sharply, stopped for ~tli troupe, who is acting as chambermaid. He Drew a Small Electric Torch From you did. Hallowed tradition, you That night he is aroused by the On the opposite side of the "pike," with a perfectly unabashed grin. fraction of a second, and then boundet His Pocket and Directed its Slender bringing of a dying man to the tavern, know." in the angle formed by a junction with "I'm not doing this to oblige old forward again, headed for the crosr one of the two who had ridden away a Ray Upon the Sign Post. "I don't mind having a cocktail. Will short time before. They tell of finding the the narrow mountain road, stood an man Jones, you know. I won't attempt roads. dead body of the other man. Both had you join me?" humbler signpost, lettered so indistinctly drew a small electric torch from his "Thanks!" shouted the late passer to deceive you. I'm working out a been shot. "As a matter of fact, I'm expected that it deserved the compassion pocket and directed its slender ray daily board bill. Chuck three times a ger after the receding tail light, an •CHAPTER V—The wounded man, registered of all observers because of its upon the signpost. to," confessed Mr. Dillingford. "We've dashed up the steps to the porcli tha day and a bed to sleep in—that's what at the tavern as Andrew Paul dies and Barnes is informed he must not leave been drawing quite a bit of custom to humility. Swerving in his hurried passage, ran the full length of Hart's Tavern. I'm doing it for, so don't get it into -"It is on the road to Frogg's Corner," until after the inquest. O'Dowd and De the taproom. The rubes like to sit the tall stranger drew near this she explained nervously. "A mile A huge old-fashioned lantern nun, your head that I applied for the job. Soto, guests at Green Fancy, visit the tavern, apparently much mystified over around and listen to conversation shrinking friend to the uncertain traveler, above the portal, creaking and strain Let me look at you. I want to get a and a half, so I am told. It isn't on the affair. about Broadway and Bunker Hill and and was suddenly aware of another the signpost. It is a house, not a village. ing in the wind, dragging at its stou good square peep at a man who has CHAPTER VI—Barnes advances Rushcroft Old Point Comfort and other places, presence in the roadway. Tliank 37ou for your kindness. supports and threatening every ir the means to go somewhere and yet is money sufficient to release the company and then go home and tell the neighbors A woman appeared, as if from nowhere, And I am not at all frightened," she stant to break loose and go frolicirin boob enough to come to this goshawful from its embarrassing position, thereby becoming its official backer. Ha almost at his side. He drew added, raising her voice slightly. away with the storm. that they know quite a number place of his own free will and visits Green F'ancy, and in the grounds back to let her pass. She stopped before of stage people. Human nature, I accord. Darn it, you look intelligent. meets his acquaintance of the night before "But you are," he cried. "You're He lifted !he latch and, being a tal. finding her a girl of surprising guess. Listen! Hear that? Rushcroft the little signpost, and together scared half out of your wits. You man, involuntarily stooped as he I don't get you at all. What's the matter? beauty. they made out the faint directions. reciting 'Gunga Din.' You can't can't fool me. I'd be scared myself passed through the door, a needier? Are you a fugitive from justice?" CHAPTER VII—She seems not to be hear the thunder for the noise he's To the right and up the mountain precaution, for gaunt, gigantic mountaineers Barnes laughed aloud. There was at the thought of venturing into those desirous of recognizing him, and turns making." road Frogg's Corner lay four miles and woods up yonder." had entered there before hin no withstanding the fellow's sprightly a.vyay\ O'Dowd appears and in apparently fx" friendly fashion escorts Barnes (who feels The descended the stairs and entered a half away Pitcairn was six miles impudence. and without bending their arrogant "Well, then, I am frightened," she he is unwelcome) from the grounds. the taproom, where a dozen men bacTs over the road which the man had heads. "I happen to enjoy walking," said confessed plaintively, "Almost out of CHAPTER VIII—Miss Thackeray w&rns were seated around the tables, all of traveled. Two miles and a half down he. my boots." .Barnes that a man stopping at the tavern, them with pewter mugs in front of the turnpike was Spanish Falls, a railway CHAPTER 11. "If I enjoyed it as much as you do ostensibly a book agent, had searched "That settles it," he said flatly. "You his baggage in his absence. O'Dowd them. Standing at the top table—that station, and four miles above the I'd be limping into Harlem by this shall not undertake it." c?ines and with Barnes and to the tavern is to say, the one farthest removed crossroads where the man and women The First Wayfarer Lays His Pack time," said Mr. Dillingford sadly. "But others goes over the scene of the previous "Oh, but I must. I am expected. It night shooting. Barnes is invited to from the door and commanding the attention stood peering through the darkness at Aside and Falls in With Friends you see I'm an actor. I'm too proud is import—" dinner at Green Fancy. the laconic signpost reposed the village of every creature in the room to walk—" The little hall in which he found "If you are expected why didn't CHAPTER IX—His acquaintance of the —was the imposing figure of Lyndon of St. Elizabeth. Hart's Tavern The cracked bell on the office desk himself was the "office" through which someone meet you at the station? storm is introduced as Miss Cameron, Rushcroft. He was reciting, in a sonorous was on the road to St. Elizabeth, and all men must pass who come as guests interrupted him, somewhat peremptorily. ine makeup of the house party, particularly Seems to me—" I a man introduced to him as "Loeb," voice and with tremendous fervor, the man, with barely a glance at his to Hart's Tavern. A steep, angular Mr. Dillingford's face assumed and the number of menservants about the "Hark! Do you hear—doesn't that fellow traveler, started briskly off in the famous Kipling poem. A place, somewhat astonishes Barnes. staircase took up one end of the room. an expression of profound dignity. He sound like an automobile—ah!" The that direction. genial smile wiped the tragic expression Set in beneath its upper turn was the lowered his voice as he gave vent to CHAPTER X—Miss Cameron Informs hoarse honk of an automobile horn from his face. He advanced upon He knew that these wild mountain counter over which the business of the the following: nim she is a prisoner in the house, appealing rose above the howling wind, and an to him for aid and binding him storms moved swiftly his chance of Barnes and the beaming Mr. Dillingford, house was transacted, and behind this "That man Jones is the meanest human to secrecy. In conversation with the instant later two faint lights came his hand extended. reaching the tavern ahead of the deluge being God ever let— Yes, sir, chauffeur who drives him back to the a man was engaged in the peaceful rushing toward them around a bend in tavern, Barnes becomes convinced there was exceedingly slim. His long, "My dear fellow," he exclaimed resoundingly, occupation of smoking a corncob pipe. coming, sir!" He started for the open is a conspiracy of moment hatching at the mountain road. "Better late than powerful legs had carried him twenty Green Fancy. "how are you?" Cordiality 6 door with surprising alacrity. An open door to the right of the never," she cried, her voice vibrant or thirty paces before he came to a boomed in his voice. "I heard you stairway gave entrance to a room from Barnes surveyed the little bedchamber. CHAPTER XI—At breakfast the supposed once more. sudden halt. had arrived. Welcome—thricefold wel- book agent introduces himself aa which came the sound of a deep, sonorous It was just what he had expected He grasped her arm and jerked her Sprouse, a government secret agent. What of this lone woman who traversed voice mployed in what turned it would be. The walls were covered Sprouse tells Barnes he is there to watch out of the path of the oncoming machine, the highway? His first glimpse the party at Green Fancy, describing out to be a conversational solo. To with a garish paper selected by one whose driver was sending it them as refugees from a country overrun of her had been extremely casual— the left another door led to what was who had an eye but not a taste for the Germans. He asserts that "Mis.* by along at a mad rate, regardless of ruts indeed, he had paid no attention to Cameron Is a relative of the former ruler evidently the dining room. The glance color—bright pink flowers that looked and stones and curves. The car careened of the devastated country and that she or her at all, so eager was he to read that the stranger sent in that direction more or less like chunks of a shattered Loeb have with them the crown jewels, as it swung into the pike, skidded the- directions and be on his way. of enormous value, which Sprouse would revealed two or three tables covered watermelon spilt promiscuously over recover. alarmingly, and then the brakes She was standing quite still in front with white cloths. a background of pearl gray. The bedstead, were jammed down. Attended by a of the signpost, peering up the road CHAPTER XII—Barnes agrees to accompany !i "Can you put me up for the night?" bureau and washstand were offensively vast grinding of gears and wheels, the Sprouse on a nocturnal visit to toward Frogg's Corner—confronted by he inquired, advancing to the counter. modern. Everything was as ureen Fancy, Sprouse with the object of rattling old car came to a stop fifty a steep climb that led Into black and securing the jewels, and Barnes with the "You look like a feller who'd wanl clean as a pin, however, and the bed hope or rescuing "Miss Cameron." feet or more beyond them. sinister timberlands above the narrow a room with bath," drawled the man looked comfortable. He stepped to the "I'd sooner walk than take my strip of pasture bordering the pike. XIII~They enter the grounds behind the counter, surveying the applicant small, many-paned window and looked ln.safety, Sprouse overcoming two men The fierce wind pinned her skirts to chances in an antediluvian rattletrap from head to foot. "Which we out into the night. The storm was at evidently on guard. Reaching the house her slender body as she leaned against like that," said the tall wayfarer, -Barnes sends up, by means of a fishing ain't got," he added. its height. In alt his life he never had Tod carried by Sprouse, a note to "Mis* bending quite close to her ear. "It will the gale, gripping her hat tightly "I'll be satisfied to have a room with heard such a clatter of rain, nor a Cameron," informing her of their inten fall to pieces before you—' with one hand and straining under the tion to enter the house. She tries to dis a bed," said the other— wind that shrieked so appallingly. suade them, but Sprouse climbs to her weight of the bag in the other. The But she was running down the road "Sign here," was the laconic re room and goes through it on a quest foj His thoughts went quite naturally ends of a veil whipped furiously about toward the car, calling out sharply to the crown jewels and state papers. sponse. to the woman who was out there in her head, and, even in the gathering the driver. He stooped over and took "Can I have supper?" CHAPTER XIV—Barnes becomes uneasy the thick of it. He wondered how she 1 darkness, he could see a strand or two up the traveling bag she had dropped at Sprouse's long absence and fol "Food for man and beast," said the was faring and lamented that she was lows him climbing by means of the ivy of hair keeping them company. in her haste and excitement. It was other patiently. He slapped his palm not in his place now and he in hers. wa'l- While talking tt Retracing his steps, he called out to heavy, amazingly heavy. Miss Cameron" a commotion in the upon a cracked call bell and then What was she doing up in this Godforsaken house warns them that Sprouse has been her above the gale: "I shouldn't like to carry that a mile looked at the fresh name on the page. detected. Barnes, with "Miss Cameron'' country? What was the name "Can I be of any assistance to you?" c.msing to him, makes his escape to the and a half," he said to himself. "Thomas K. Barnes, New York," he of the place she was bound for? Green jU^' I0*® *lls sense of location She turned quickly. He saw that The voice of the belated driver came and they become lost, finally taking refuse read aloud. He eyed the newcomer Fancy! What an odd name for a the veil was drawn tightly over her in a small shed. "Miss Cameron", to his ears on the swift wind. It was once more. "My name is Jones—Putnam house! And what sort of house— explains how -she was decoyed to the face. high-pitched and unmistakably apologetic. house, and was to be married against her Jones. I run this place. My father His reflections were interrupted by "No, thank you," she replied. Her Vviil to the man "Loeb," whom she reveals He could not hear what she an' grandfather run it before me. the return of Mr. Dillingford, who carried as a prince of the house to which voice, despite a certain nervous note, was saying to him, but there wasn't she belongs. They are surprised in the Glad to meet you, Mr. Barnes. We a huge pewter pitcher from which darkness by O'Dowd. was soft and clear and gentle—the much doubt as to the nature of her used to have a hostler here named steam arose in volume. At his heels voice and speech of a well-bred person remarks. She was roundly upbraiding CHAPTER XV—O'Dowd demands the Barnes. What's your idear fer footin' Strode a tall, cadaverous person ln a who was young and resolute. jewels, which he thinks the fugitives have him. it this time o' the year?" checked suit. hi their possession, not knowing of "Pardon me, but have you much farther Urged to action by thoughts of his sprouse's enterprise. Convinced neither "I do something like this every Never had Barnes seen anything to go? The storm will soon be Miss Cameron" nor Barnes have them, own plight he hurried to her side and spring. A month or six weeks of it quite so overpowering in the way of a ODowd puts them on the right road to upon us, and—surely you will not consider 6aid: the tavern, where Barnes gives his companion puts me in fine shape for a vacation suit. Joseph's coat of many colors was me presumptuous—I don't like into the care of Miss Thackeray "Welcome, Thricefold Welcome." "Excuse me, please. You dropped later cn," supplied Mr. Barnes whimsically. Next day O'Dowd tells Barnes Sprouse, no longer a vision of childhood. It the idea of your being caught out in—" something. Shall I put it up in front whom he describes as an expert burglar was a reality. The checks were an come!" He neglected to say that Mr. got away with the treasure, after killing "What is to be done about it?" she or in the tonneau?" O'Dowd Mr. Jones allowed a grin to stea7 inch square and each cube had a narrow a guard in the house. and "Loeb'" Montague Bacon, in passing a few inquired, resignedly. "J must go on. Green Fancy. The whimsical note in his voice leave over his seamed face. He reinserted border of azure blue. The general minutes before, had leaned over and I can't wait here, you know, to be brought a quick, responsive laugh from the corncob pipe and took a couple of tone was a dirty gray, due no doubt to whispered behind his handf CHAPTER XVI—Barnes tells "Miss washed back to the place I started her lips. of Cameron" Sprouse's treachery, and pulls at it. age and a constitution that would not "Fellow upstairs from New York, from.", she tells him the whole story of Green "Thank you so much. I am frightfully "I never been to New York, but it allow it to outlive its usefulness. .fancy. The man known as Loeb is her Mr. Rushcroft—fellow named Barnes. He smiled. She had wit as well as careless with my valuables. equal", and he inveigled her to the house must be a heavenly place for a vacation, "Meet Mr. Bacon, Mr. Barnes," introduced Quite a swell, believe me." determination. with the object of possessing himself of Would you mind putting it in behind? if a feller c'n judge by what some the jewels, which were in her custody. Mr. Dillingford, going to the It was a well-placed tip, for Mr. "If I can be of the least assistance Thanks!" Her tone altered completely of my present boarders have to say needless exertion of indicating Mr. Bacon Rushcroft had been telling the natives to you pray don't hesitate to command XVII-O'Dowd returns and as she ordered the man to turn about it. It's a sort of play actor's with a generous sweep of his free informs Barnes of the identity of "Miss for days that he knew everybody me. I am a sort of tramp, you might Cameron. She is of royal blood, he asserts, paradise, ain't it?" hand. "Our heavy leads. Mr. Montague worth knowing in New York. tha car around—"And be quick about say, and I travel as well by night as Countess Therese Mara-Dafanda. Bacon, also of New York." Barnes was momentarily taken it," she added. I do by day—so don't feel that you are "It is paradise to every actor who CHAPTER XVIII—Barnes visits Green "Ham and eggs, pork tenderloin aback. Then he rose to the spirit of The first drops of rain pelted down happens to be on the road, Mr. Jones," putting me to any inconvenience. Are .f ancy to secure the wardrobe of the £?«ntess. He meets Sprouse, who tells £& occasion** from the now thoroughly black dome said Barnes, slipping his big pack you by any chance bound for Hart's country sausage, rump steak atJ ^$Lgot aw,ay w'ith the jewels after Tavern? If so, I will be glad to lag above them, striking in the road with from his shoulders and letting it slid* spring chicken," said Mr. Bacon in a the guard and accusing Sprouse "Hello, Rushcroft," he greeted, as if of the murder and robbery. to the floor. behind and carry your bag." W. the sharpness of pebbles. cavernous voice, getting it over with meeting an old-time and greatly beloved "You are very good, but I am not "Lucky it's a limousine," said the "Hear that feller ln the taproom while the list was fresh in his memory. CHAPTER XIX—Barnes and the countess friend. "This is good. 'Pon leave Hart's tavern with the actors Hp tall traveler." "Better hop in. We'll talkin'? Well, he is one of the leading bound for Hart's Tavern, wherever "Fried and. boiled potatoes, beans, my soul you are like a thriving date and at Crowndale, where they are to be getting it hard in a second or two." actors in New York—in the world, appear. that may be. Thank you, just the Barnes again meets Sprouse. succotash, onions, stewed tomatoes and £alm in the middle of an endless des-' "You must let me take you on to the for that matter. He's been talkin' same. You appear to be an uncommonly —$r—just a moment, please. Fried ert. How are you?" XX-Sprouse tells Barnes genteel tramp, and it isn't because Tavern in thg, car," she said. "Turn about Broadway for nearly a week and boiled potatoes, beans—" •Loeb is in hiding in Crowndale with his They shook hands warmly. Mr. Dillingford mistress, and promises to rob him of the now, steady." about is fair play. cannot allow you I am afraid you might make off "Ham and eggs, potatoes and a cupor slapped the newcomer on the jewels. He does so, delivering the treas-. with my belongings." She added the "May I inquire what he is doing op ure to Barnes, as agreed, at the same two of coffee," said Barnes, suppressing to—* shoulder affectionately, familiarly, and jlnje informing him that, he would take here In the wilds?" last by way of apology. "Never mind about me," he broke in a desire to laugh. shouted: it from him if he could, at the expiration of "At present he ain't doing anything one week. He gmiled—and then frowned as he cheerily. He had been wondering if "And apple pie," concluded the "Who would have dreamed we'd run cast an uneasy look at the black she would make the offer, and he felt except talk. Last week he was treddin' waiter triumphantly. "I knew I'd get across good old Barnesy up here? By CHAPTER XXI—With the countess, the boards, as he puts it himself. Busted. Barnes leaves Rushcroft and the rest and clouds now rolling ominously up over better now that she had done so. "I'm it if you gave me time. As you may Jove, it's marvelous!" hurries to New York. There he leaves Up the flue. Showed last Saturday the mountain ridge. accustomed to roughing it I don't have observed, my dear sir, I am not "Friends, countrymen," boomed Mr. the jewels in^ a place of safety and introduces the countess to his sister mind a soaking. I've had hundred of night in Hornville, eighteen mile "By Jove, we're going to catch ft what you would call an experienced Rushcroft, "this Is Mr. Barnes of New a s/. 3 Sprouse risks his life in daring effort •em." north of here, and immeglately after good and hard," he exclaimed. "Better waiter. As a matter of fact, I—" York. Not the man the book was. s-tf&.'eto obtain the treasure, and failing* takes leave SfeMs of Ba.: cs in a characteristic take my advice. These storms are terrible. "Just the same you shall, not have the performance him and his whole The bell downstairs rang violently. written about but one of the best fellows manner. an With little prospect of early I know, for I've encountered troupe started to walk back to New Mr. Bacon departed in great haste, one tonight," she announced firmly. God ever put into this little world return to her home the countess In Europe, yields to plodding agrees Barnes and York, a good, four hundred "mile. They half a dozen of them in the past week. ,afoet to behind. I shall sit with the of_ours.. I dojnot recall_your_ names, While the traveler performed his" ablutions to become Us' wife* Mr^ Dillingford, for the moingnt (To be Continued)