Jasper County Democrat, Volume 19, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 May 1916 — He Could Hardly Wear His Clothes [ARTICLE]

He Could Hardly Wear His Clothes

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haste, but vastly perturbed. He thrust into the hand of the judge a slip of paper, at the same time gasping something that might have been mistaken for an appeal for pardon, but which more than likely was nothing of the sort. The magistrate was impressed. He took up the slip of paper and read what was written thereon. He was guilty of a start. Then he cleared his throat and beamed upon them in a most friendly fashion. Robin grasped the situation in a flash. His own identity had been revealed to the judge. It was not likely that the daughter of William Blithers could create such lively interest in a French court of justice, so it must be that Gourou or Quinnox had come to the rescue. The court would not think Of fining a prince of the royal blood, law or no law. . “M'sieur, mademoiselle, will you be so good as to resume your seats? An extraordinary condition has arisen. 1 shall be obliged to investigate.” He descended from the bench and hurried into the corridor, followed closely by the prosecutor and the advocate, both of whom almost trod on his heels. “I fancy my friends have heard of our plight, Mr. Schmidt,” she said, quite composedly. “We will be released in a very few minutes.” He smiled complacently. He could afford to let her believe that her friends and not his were performing a miracle. “Your friends must be very powerful,” he said. “They are,” said she, with considerable directness. “Sh! Here they come. Now we shall see.”

The magistrate and his companions re-entered the room at that instant, more noticeably excited than when they had left it The former, rubbing his hands together and smiling as he had never smiled before. “A lamentable mistake has been made,” he said. “I regret that m’sieur and mademoiselle have been subjected to so grave an indignity. Permit me to apologize for the misguided energy of our excellent sergeants. “Oh, thank you,” she cried. “We have had a really delightful experience. You owe us no apology, m’sieur. And now may we depart?” “Instantly. La Chance, conduct m’sieur and mademoiselle into the fresh, sweet, open air and discover their car for them without delay.” “It is suggested, m’sieur,” said the polite LaChance, “that you walk to the comer beyond, turn to the left and there you will find the car in plain view. It was removed by two gentlemen soon after you condescended to honor us with a visit of inspection and thereby you have escaped much unnecessary attention from the curious who always infeat the vicinity of police offices.” He saluted them gravely and returned at once to the corridor.

The chauffeur was examining the car when they came up. No one was near. There was no one to tell how it came to be there nor whither its unknown driver had gone. It stood close to the curb, and the engine .was throbbing, proof in itself that some one had but recently deserted his post as guardian. ■

“The obliging man hunters,” suggested Robin in reply to a low voiced question.

“Or your guardian angel, the great Gourou,” she said, frowning slightly. “By the way, Mr. Schmidt, do you expect to be under surveillance during your stay at Interlaken?” There was irony in her voice. “Not' if I can help it,” he said. “And you, Miss Guile? Is it possible that two of the best detectives in Paris are to continue treading on your heels all the time you are in Europe?” They were in the Car now and proceeding at a snail’s pace toward the Are de Triomphe. Her eyes narrowed. ‘T shall put a stop to this ridiculous espionage at once, Mr. Schmidt. These men shall be sent kiting—l mean about their business before this day is over. I do not intend to be spied upon an instant longer.” “Still they may have been instruments of Providence today,” he remind her. “Without them we might now be languishing in jail and our spotless names posted for speeding in the Place de I’Opera. Bedelia Guile and Rex Schmidt, malefactors—what would your father say to that?” She smiled —a ravishing smile it was. His heart gave a stupendous jump. “He would say that it served me right,” said she and then, “But what difference can it possibly make to you, Mr, Schmidt, if the detectives continue to watch over me?” *

“None,” said he promptly. “I suppose they are used to almost anything in the way of human nature, so if they don’t mind, I’m sure 1 sha’n’t. 1 haven’t the slightest objection to being watched by detectives, if we can only keep other people from seeing us.”

“Don’t be silly,” she cried. “And let me remind you while 1 think of IL You are not to call me Bedelia.”

“Bedelia,” he said deliberately. She sighed. “I am afraid I have been mistaken in you,” she said. He recalled Gourou’s advice. Had he failed in the test? “But don’t do it again.” “Now that I think of it," he said soberly, “you are not to call me Mr. Schmidt Please bear that in mind, Bedelia." "Thank you. I don’t like the name, i'll call you”— Just then the footman turned on the seat and excitedly pointed to a car that had swung into the boulevard from a side street. “The man hunters!" exclaimed Robin. “By jove, we didn’t lose them after all.” "To the Ritz, Pierre," she cried out sharply. Once more she seemed perturbed and anxious.

Her nervousness increased as they sped down the Champs Eiysees and across the Place de la Concorde. He thought that he understood the cause and presently sought to relieve her anxiety by suggesting that she set him down somewhere along the Rue de Rivoli. She flushed painfully. “Thank you, Mr. Schmidt, 1-are you sure you will not mind?” "May I ask what it Is that you are afraid of. Miss Guile?” he inquired seriously. She was lowering her veil. “1 am not afraid. Mr. Schmidt,” she said. “I am a very; very guilty person, that’s all. I’ve done something I ought not to have done, and I’m—l’m ashamed. You don’t consider me a bold, silly”— “Good Lord, no!” lie cried fervently. "Then why do you call me BedeIla?” she asked, shaking her head. “If you feel that way about it I—l humbly implore you to‘overlook my freshness,” he cried in despair. “Will you get out here, Mr. Schmidt?” She pressed a button, and the car swung alongside the curb. “When am 1 to see you again?” heasked, holding out his hand. She gave it a .firm, friendly grip and said: “I am going to Switzerland the day ifter tomorrow. Goodbv.” (To be continued.) There is more catarrh in this section of the country than all other diseases put together, and for years it Was supposed to be incurable. Doctors prescribed local remedies, and l y constant failing to cure with' local treatment, pronounced it incurable. Catarrh is a local disease, g; •t ly in ti tie need by constitutional treatment. Hall’s Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo, Ohio, is a constitutional remedy, is taken internally and acts through the blood on the mucous surfaces of the system. Ono Hundred Dollars reward is offered for any case that Hall’s Catarrh Cure fails to cure. Send for circulars and testimonials. F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Ohio. . ■ Sold by druggists, 75c. Hall’s Family Fills for constipation.