Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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+>, 1 Ree. f a, Se ed = ‘ ‘ tel — g academy at night, off and hastily, “ giving lessons, you ¢ cig ni—to-morrow, then?” he asked aw, to her great joy, that he would ked for that very day, had he dared. epted gracefully, and he helped her t again, A movement in her pocket - “The little squirrel’s there,” she said ayly. “I’m going to have him looked fter at the Bide-a-Wee Home. It’s only _ He introduced us. I owe him some- And, with a gay laugh, noting the flush ‘pleasure that came to his cheek, she ed Red Star’s flank and was off—off t Monahan’s stables and fashionable riding school to warn the old Irishman, de- to her since the days of childhood am she guided her little sheltie around tis tan bark, that, should any one inquire, he employed Miss Corinne Marsh as a acher of riding. She also stopped, on her way home, at he residence of a former maid, whom she till employed for sewing, to secure from jer a key with which she could admit her- self to the maid’s house whenever young Mr. Beatty insisted on seeing her “* home.” explained to the maid that she lived here. in case of inquiries. Corinne inherit- d her father’s thoroughness. “Now, daddy, we shall just see,” she sought defiantly, when these arrangements ncluded. ‘“ We'll see if I can’t have admire me for myself—and if I can’t os 4 a - oe thoucr CHAPTER TIL. OLD PIERRE SCENTS MYSTERY. SHE course of “true love” ran month, and might have continued to ad it not been for Mr. C. Sylvester ro Donaldson _be- Young Seiane’ for. the first ‘time at a eae ail i os nd : — —s - ss ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. aN - . ee y ee . _~< “% =A. y a Oe counter with Randy in the park, and un- conscious of the fact that another was in the race for her heart, he did not ask her if he might accompany her home that night. He simply came. Corinne, unfortunately, was too polite to humiliate him before her new chauffeur when he crowded into her car. She found cause to regret her toleration when, the following afternoon, instead of asking her if he might call, he simply called. Both facts being reported to her father, Pierre Marshall drew some erroneous conclusions. Had he heard the excoriation young.Mr. Donaldson received when Corinne came down he would not have summoned Morgan Evans, made certain inquiries, and thus stumbled on a false trail. Before he asked Evans any questions at all he expected to find in her actions some- thing suspicious. And he found it! “Vou say you’ve left Miss Marshall in the afternoons at various young ladies’ houses during the past month, and that, each time, she’s said she would be there several hours, and you weren’t to wait in the cold because she’d take a taxi home? H-m. Such consideration from her is al- mighty suspicious. How many times did that happen?’”’ Evans began checking off on his fingers, and said, as far as he could remember, about a dozen times, maybe. Old Pierre rang for Simpkins, the butler, and demanded to know at what hour Miss Corinne had returned the previous after- noon. Being informed, “just in time for dinner,” he desired, in an ominous voice, to be informed how often this had happened lately. “ Lots of times, sir,”’ answered Simpkins, trembling. “ She’s changed a lot in the past few weeks. Used to take all hours to dress with her maid helping her. Now she does it in ten minutes—sometimes without a maid. Did it last night, sir, again.” “ How about this, Evans?” asked old Pierre in a voice of thunder. “JT took her to a matinée at the Unique, sir,” returned the operative-chauffeur. “ She said I wasn’t to call afterward, as her lady friends were taking her to tea.” ; comicboo CS . ~, ‘ee im (E(o)