Ing of the only man she could ever
love, Irene was seated on theporch,
her mother at the other end, grimly
counting on "the ending of this farce
so Irene could get down to reason
ableness" and prepare to entertain.
Mr. Wilfred Grey and his mother,
A who were to arrive the next day on
W a visit.
Irene ran down the steps buoyant
ly joyful as her lover appeared. Her
mother gave the arrival a daggerlike
look, but did not address him. Adrian
lifted his hat courteously to her and
to Mr. Walworth, uneasily smoking
a cjgar beside her. Then Irene and
Adrian strolled into the garden, and
Grimes; gliding from bush to bush,
took up his salaried surveillance of
The lovers were iven until 10
o'clock to get over their tearful and
heroic parting. They had seated
themselves in a little summer house
quite remote from the porch. Grimes
concealed himself in a clump of
bushes near by and went to sleep.
Then something occurred that was
entirely unexpected and" unforeseen.
It was the arrival of Mr. Grey. His
mother would be along in the morn
' ing, he said. He had anticipated her,
having a great desire to see Irene.
. She was in the garden. A gentleman
friend about to depart for abroad was
with her. Mrs. Walworth explained.
Ah, he would find her and off bolt
ed Grey unceremoniously.
Irene had seen him several times,
but he had never seemed particularly
interested in her. His urgent actions
' of the present moment caused Mrs.
Walworth to experience a thrill of
j "I am glad I made a firm stand,"
she congratulated herself, "as to
this presuming young lawyer. Every
thing will come out right as soon as
he Is away from here."
"I hope the two young men'don't
collide and have a duel or anything
of that kind," observed Mr. Walworth.
? Wilfred Grey had been ordained In I
T a church career only recently. He
was a mud, sensible man, and not
likely to lose his temper nor his dig
nity over a departing rival Grimes
missed something amid his snoring
insensibility that might have sur
For this estimable Mr. Grey ap
proached the lovers with aN smiling
face. He shook hands with Irene,
who shrank from him, and very
heartily with Adrian, who seemed
glad and eager to meet him.
"Why," murmured Irene, in a puz
zled way, "do you know .one an
other?" "Oh, yes; we met last week," ex
plained Grey, a peculiar smile on his
face. "Perhaps, Mr. Bolton," he pro
ceeded, "we had better enlighten
And now he had come to carry it
out. Grimes, half awaking, caught
the low hum of three voices engaged
in conversation in the little slimmer
house. There were quite forceful
intonations, which marked decidedly
brotherjy advice given by Grey.
There were fluttering, hesitating ac
cents, proceeding from the sweet lips
of Irene. There was the earnest
pleading voice of Adrian.
Then there was arlull and then sol
emn, vibrating tones, and Grimes sat
up startled, and wondered if -he were
dreaming, for he had made a fearful
discovery! Neglectful oT his pledged
.guardianship, he rushed for the
house. He fairly danced on both feet
as he confronted the startled Mr,
and Mrs. Walworth.
"They're married!" he fairly yelled.
"They who what " gasped pa
terfamilias. "Married!" echoed Mrs. Walworth
in a shrill shriek.
"Yes'm. That man he was td cut
in the minister, Grey. I saw 'em. I
heard him. 'Man and his wife' were
his very words."
"A plot we are tricked!" screamed
Mrs. Walworth, and her bulky form
described an ungraceful dash across
the garden, her husband following,
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