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PROLOGUE OF THE STORY.
John . BarringtonT a stockbroker of regular habits, dies. His widow -finds Included in her meager heritage a rac ing stable secretly operated by her husband during life under the name "John Duffy." "Widow" Barrington, after conferring with Mat Donovan, thet trainer, decides to secretly con tinue ownership of the stable under the old name and live near the track. Her sister. Myrtle, and her fiance. Ralph Wood burst, whose father is op posed to the race track, are interrupt ed in their lovemaking by Janet Stir ling, who annoys Ralph by referring to him as a model young man. Donovan arrives in quest of Mrs. Barrington and Bertie Ainsworth tries unsuccess fully to humiliate- him. Mrs. Barring ton returns from an auto ride with Mr. Sanderson. John Garrison, a rich miner, a friend of two weeks' standing, proposes to the widow. Wildfire's chances of winning the Ocean stakes on the morrow are being discussed when Dr. Woodhurst, the race track reformer, joins them unexpectedly, and Mrs. Barrington has an uncomfortable time getting rid of him. Chappy Ras ter, the egotistic jockey who is to ride Wildfire, calls on Mrs. Barrington to see "the owner of the John Duffy sta ble." John Duffy, a bookmaker, who is believed by most people to be the owner of the stable, has won the en mity of Garrison, who threatens to "break" him. Ralph secretly stakes a large sum on Wildfire and while at the track is met by Myrtle. Mrs. Barring ton puts in an appearance after they leave and tells Chappy Raster how to run a winning race. The jockey then meets Duffy, whom he thinks is the real owner of Wildfire, and agrees to win only if a handkerchief is waved from the stable window. Bud. the sta ble boy. overhears these instructions and informs the widow, who decides to defeat Duffy's object. When the race starts she manages to keep his at tention away from it. The Race. D XJFFY noticed the move and smiled in self flattery. "You're right," answered Duffy, turning his head to catch a glimpse of the horses still at the post. "Come over here, won't you?" he begged. - "Oh," XJr. Duffy," she fluttered. ""Just to oblige me. I got a splendid reason," he urged, with a smile. "Oh, very well," she acquiesced, moving to his side. "And now what?" she begged, leaning toward him. Looking into her eyes aud in a voice laden with the deepest meaning, he answered her, "Anything you like." "Then tell me who is going to win this race?" she asked, anxiety almost betraying her. The query was not what Duffy had expected, but he felt that he would have to humor her. She had under stood what he intended to convey and was only playing with him. "There's nothing: to it but Jackdaw." he told her. V "I thought Wildfire was the favor ite?" "She Is, but Jackdaw will win just the same." This was the last blow to shatter her hopes. What Bud bad told her was all true- The favorite was to be beaten, not because she was not the best entry, but in the interests of blacklegging bookmakers. And John Garrison was one of them. It could not be true. He. of mil men, to associate with sucli a degrading crew as, she thought, were leagued against her. "Is Mr. Garrison as sure as you are?" she almost whispered. Duffy was standing with his back to the window with his arms out stretched, his palms resting on the sill. He appeared to be hiding the racers from her. At her question she realized that be 'could Implicate her friend in the dealand pay off the score of the last encounter. He felt that she would never speak to Garrison again after hearing of his crookedness. Had she glanced Into his face or caught sight of him biting his lips to keep himself from betrayal, she would have, realized that he was lying. Elated at his success, he answered. "I should say he is! Why, he's got it aU framed up. That's the reason he bought Jackdaw this morning, lie can't lose. I tell you." Mrs. Barrington grew faint when she heard of the treachery of Garrison as narrated by Duffy. Again she heard the cry, "They're off I" A muffled roar swept over the field from the grand stand. Steadily it grew into cheers as Jackdaw swept to the frout. "They're off this time for fair!" cried Duffy. "In less than a couple of min utes it will be all over." He watched the horses for a moment keenly. His plan were worked out to ierfectiou. Chappy was riding according to the or ders he had received. Copyright by George H. Broadhurst. All over," Mrs. Barrington sighed under her breath. But to Duffy she said. "So Jackdaw can't lose?" "Not unless he breaks a leg." assert ed the bookmaker in his enthusiasm. "I've got the swellest bet on him I ever had. And I'll tell you what I'll do." He leaned over her and with leering eyes and shortened breath continued: "Ten thousand of it is yours, aud you don't have to pay if he loses. What do you think of that?" Mrs. Barrington tried to peer over his shoulder to catch u glimpse of the horses who were nearing the stretch. "It's very kind of you, indeed," she answered him abseutniiudedly. "That's nothing to what I'd do if we were real friends." he insinuated. The beat of the hoofs drew his atten tion for an instant. "Hello: They are coming into the stretch. Think we will be?" he panted. "Why not?" she cried, pressing closer to him to see Wildfire ruuuiug easily at Jackdaw's tlnuk. "Say, you're all right. I'll make that ten thousand win or lose. Give me a kiss give me a kiss to seal the bar gain." He drew her Into his amis. She offered no resistance. She" was too heartsick to realize the offense. All of her hopes, and happiuess were cen tered in the little mare fighting gamely to win for her. , Duffy, with his arm about her waist, was drawing her closer to his bosom. She caught a glimpse of his handker chief sticking from his coat pocket. Over his shoulder she caught sight of Chappy looking for the signal. In a Waved It Wildly Over the Bookie's Shoulder. flash it came to her how she might save the nice. ' Deftly, almost blindly, she suatc-hed the handkerchief from his pocket 'auJ waved it wildly over the bookie's shoulder, who. with low ered face aud eyes, was searching fur her lips. A roar from the crowd told her that Chappy had seen the signal and was urging Wildfire to win. For the brief est space she remained quietly in the arms of the -deluded bookmaker.- With sudden strength born of anger and insulted -womanhood she fought herself free from his loathsome' em brace and with all her uijgbt. struck j him full in the face with clinched list. "Yon beast; You bruter she s!inekel. The force of the blow had staggered Duffy. Breathless with fear and anger he cried. "What do you mean?" In wildest exultation she faced him and in a voice pitchetl high with emo tion she cried: "Wildfire wins! That's what I Tiiean. And you didu't kiss me you didn't, you didn't" Then the strain snapped and she sank into the chair by the desk and laying her aead on her arms, cried as only a happy woman can cry for joy. Duffy sneaked out of the stable with out looking back. The winning of the Ocean stakes by Wildfire was one of the must popular victories of the season. Chappy was j highly elated over his success. Dressed in apparel which for gorgeonsuess ri valed the sunflower,, he made bis a rade of the hotels near the track. Ac cording to Instructions he, bad bet $5 011 his mount to win for Hortense. With her winnings he sent her a note transmitting the startling information that Mrs. Barriugtou owued Wildfire. Bud had met Chappy after the race to tell him what be thought of him for being a party to the plot. They com pared notes and began an investigation ou their own account. It was not long before they heard the story which Duffy was spreading industriously that Mrs. Barrington owned the Duffy stable. Duffy, foiled and beaten, had left the stable vowing vengeance upon the widow for the loss of his small for tune and the blow, which she had given him. He realized that If Dr. Woodhurst ever knew that Mrs. Bar rington was Interested in a racing sta ble he would break the match at once. Duffy tried to reach the docter at his home by telephone, but received no reply to a constant ringing of the bell. At the dinner table to his companions he related the story of Garrison being in love with her and buying a horse to beat the favorite, which she owned. By hints and innuendoes he started the news, but did not tell why Garri son had bought the horse and that he had schemed to have the race thrown. Mrs. Barrington appeared at the din ner table that evening as serene and beautiful as ever. She had hurried home Immediately after the episode in the trainer's quarters and locked her self in her room for an hour. When she rejoined her friends she was In full command of herself, as she thought, for any emergency. However, many incidents were to happen in .the few short hours before the lights of her home would be turned out. After dinner Bud brought Mrs. Bar rington a note from Donovan. Seating herself at her desk, Mrs. Bar rington read: "Have a swell offer for Wildfire, but must see you before closing sale. That race today has sent our prices up to the rafters. . Will be over to see you as soon as possible. Duffy has found out that you own the stable. I tried to give him the wrong steer, but he wouldn't stand for it. Look out for him he means trouble." A Queer Elopement. DlA.t.i.l.li nis monocle irom I the cord Bert Ainsworth said as he strolled iuto the room: "I have been thinking- it u.e.. Mrs. Barrington now, if iny brother at home gets angry because I didn't succeed in buying Wildfire I want you to" The ringing of the telephone bell in terrupted him. "Oh. shall 1 answer it?" he questioned. "It's some person named Duffy on the phone," he reported. "Oh. Duffy." siie faltered. Tense, alert, she stood listening to Bertie's reply, endeavoring to grasp the full purport of the con versatiou. Bertie, with many stops and ejacu lations, resumed his conversation with Duffy. All the widow could hear was: "Yes are you there? (Slight pause.) What's that? How could you uuswer if you weren't there? You couldn't. That's the reason 1 asked if you were there (slight pause). Do 1 still want to buy Wildfire? Of course I do (slight pause). You'll teli me the name of the owner? Thanks, awfully!" "He's going to tell him," gasped the widow iu the lull of Bertie's talk, while Duffy told him the name of the owner. "Who?" asked Bertie. He repeated the query. "Who?" The information Bertie received did not affect him seriously. He turned toward the widow, who was burning with impatience, and laughed drolly. However, he made no comment, but. resuming his talk with Duffy, suid: . "Of course I don't believe it, and if there wasn't a lady here I'd jolly well give you n piece of my mind tslight pause) yes, a lady. A message for the doctor," was his uext remark. "I can't say whether I'll de'iver it or not. Oh, tomuiyrot:" he replied iu disgust. "No. I do not want to kiss you godby -rand I won't deliver your message either." Bertie hung up the receiver with a bang, crying: "The Impertinence of the man! ' The Impertinence of tile man! I beg your pardon, but be made me very angry very!" he finished, recalling the pres ence of Mrs. Barriugton. - "Just n moment, Mr. Ainsworth," begged the widow, concealing her anx iety with a smiling face; Bertie stopped. "Did he say .who owns the horse?" she asked, all innocence. . . , ' "Yes. but it's oh. it's preposterous!" chuckled Bertie. "He said you owned Wi.dfire." -The message Mr. Duffy had for the lady is it worth repeating?" "Well, this Duffy person said that he was just about to telephone to Dr. Woodhurst for the purpose of iuforui iug the doctor that you own a racing stable." ' - "Oh! Mr. Duffy is going to telephone Dr. Woodhurst that I own a racing stable." replied the thoroughly startled widow. . - - "Yes. yes. Dnffy also said that you would lie ithle to appreciate the infor mation at its full value." Mrs. Barrington, to hide her nervous ness, snapped her fingers. "So far as I am concerned it has no value what ever. she answered .lightly. "But I hope that you won't think it worth, while to relate the incident to Myrtle and Ralph. "Certainly not If you wish It, ac quiesced Bertie. "I want to tell them about the joke myself." she explained. - "Wait till 1 see Duffy. T show him he can't kiss me good by !" was Bertie's belligerent speech as he left the room. . Mrs. Barrington, alone for a moment, planned her campaign quickly. Myr tle and Ralph must get married at once. After a ceremony it - would be easier to treat with the doctor. His opposition, if he learned that she own ed a racing stable, might prevent their marriage. At least It would create a lot of gossip . among the neighbors, a situation she wished to avoid- Once her mind made np she acted quickly. First she borrowed the use of Sander sou's automobile, saying she wished to send Bud on an errand that required speed. Calling Ralph and Myrtle into the room, she said to the young man: , "You love Myrtle?" "Certainly,". Ralph replied, with as surance. The same question was put to Myr tle. "You love Ralph r. . "Why. of course I do!" was her en thusiastic reply, taking Ralph's hand In hers.- , " -:- -'. "Then listen to me, Yoa must be mar ried. immediately, announced Mrs. Barrington. --..' "What!" they both cried, starting back in surprise. -. -v ' , "Yes, right now!" was her emphatic response. "But Henrietta!" interposed Ralph. "I don't understand" began Myrtle. Mrs. Barrington nervously attempted an explanation. "Now, don't et ex-. cited. You see I'm net I'm just as cool and calm as I possibly can be! Be sides, you were to be married yester day today I mean tomorrow any way, weren't you?" she said. "Yes. But" Myrtle .wanted to know the reason .for all this . haste. She felt that as the . bride, she ought to be' consulted. -. . "Get your things.' commanded Mrs. Barrington. "And you have a license?" she asked Ralph. "Got it. this afternoon," Ralph, an swered. . While she helped. Myrtle put on her hat and adjust her veil. Mrs. Barring ton gave the young couple their instruc tions "Then don't ask any questions, be cause I can't answer them just now," she said.. "The situation is simply this: If you don't get married light away I'm afraid you won't get married at all. Now you get In Mr. Sanderson's automobile and have the chauffeur take you direct to the Rev. Mr. Lind say's yoH know, -down the Shell road and ask him to marry yoa at once." - "What in the world is the matter?" demanded Ralph. "I expected to wear my wedding dress" there were tears of disappoint ment in Myrtle's voice. "You're losing time, children," warn ed Mrs. Barrington. "Ralph, ring the bell for Hortense. I tell you I can't explain anything. Hortense. send Bud in here at once." she said to the girl when she appeared in the doorway. - - "But. see here," expostulated Ralph. She held up her hand for siience. With a look of deeiest affection at the young couple, she said. "You know I love you both, don't you?" "Y'es." they answered in all sin cerity. . "Then you must trust me and , do what 1 ask. for my sake," she begged. "I'd do anything for your sake." re plied Myrtle warmly. "So would 1."' chimed in Ralph. "I shall be on pins and needles unti! I know you are safely married." she told them. "You want me. lady?" yelled Bud a he ran into the room. - " "Y'es, Bud; I want you to do some thing very important for me. These young people are going to be married at once aud you are to go with them to the minister's. After the ceremony they will take the train for New Y'ork." Of Ralph she asked. "You have money?"- ' - - "Plenty." he answered. . Mrs. Barrington continued her In structions to Bud. "As soon as the wedding is over you will get into the automobile with the chauffeurAronitf back here as fast as gasoline will Jet you and tell ine all about it." "I'm on. lady. I'm on." he assured her. "Then go. all of you. quickly. Please, please!"-' sue begged." - Ralph put his arm about Myrtle's, waist and cried. "Come along." dear!" 7, Myrtle paused, to kiss her sister. "Good by. sister!" she cried. ."I'm not a bit nervous," was her spoken boast. ' "Neither am I." laughed Ralph.-- ' "Y'ou're a dear.- good girl." warmly replied Mrs. - Barrington as she kissed her again. ' ',' . "Leave everything to me. -' " Goodby, sister !" cried Bud, with great self as surance - - -- "V ' " "If they -don't meet the doctor every thing will be all right.- she continued as the young people rushed from the house. ' . ' From the chug of the automobile she knew that they were on the- way . to the rectory. She bad foiled Duffy, and the outlook for . her plans -was rosy. She need only await Bud's return with the happy news. '." -" "' -Sanderson's entrance to the room and . his greeting. "I'm hack!" startled her. "Oh!" Mrs. Barrington cried in nlarox Seeing Sanderson, -she said. "I'm. glad yoa are." - - - ' -- "You promised me an answer." , . . -- "Not now. please. This has been a very strenuous day -for me. Mr. Sander son." Mrs. Barrington ' pleaded, rais ing her hands in protest. "But you promised me an answer to night,", he insisted. And Mr. Sander son was a very insistent person. v - -I know I did, but I" Mrs. Barring ton sought in Tain for an excuse. - "Please don't put me off any longer. Say , "Yes, and let me drive, and I'll guarantee we'll reach our destina tion ., without an accident." was the plea of her impetuous wooer. Mrs. Barrington laughingly retorted: "So you want to drive the car of mat-, rimony, do yon? - Suppose I wish to handle the steering wheel once in awhile.. I'd be able to, you know." - "Whenever you wish I'll resign in your favor, and if anything goes wrong it'll be you for the comfortable seat by the roadside and me for the hammer and the tools, and the "recumbent posi tion underneath the car,." he finished with an imitation of Dr. Woodhurst. - "Don't be rash," warned Mrs. Bar rington. "When I get started and my blood is fairly np I am liable to set a pace that win fracture all speed limits and will surely land us before a stern justice of the peace. 'M-m-m-m ten dollars and costs' you know ; what I mean," she said, mimicking a Justice of the peace. .".... - "Indeed I do, and so long 48 I am with you I will pay the fine willingly," laughed Sanderson. -. .' Hortense interrupted the -wooing by entering the room with a note. "A note for you, ma'am," she said, handing it to her. - "Excuse me." she begged Sanderson. ."Certainly." , - - . "I think if s from ; Mr. Garrison, ma'am. - His servant am waltln' for an answer. suggested Hortense. V - Mrs. Barrington made no attempt to conceal her annoyance. v . "There is no answer." she - said sharply. -..;"-' Sanderson relieved the strain "by pre tending not to have observed her little flight of temper. - "Well, what's the decision? I don't have to tell you what this means -to me you know that" it" means every thing." He spoke very sincerely. . - "Does it?" she asked-as she crushed the dote in her hand. .. Yes," he replied, continuing in a lighter vein. . "What "a wedding, trip we'd have,.- a- new roadster model, through shady lanes 'with a chauffeur who is deaf and dumb and strapped to the seat so he couldn't turn around. Doesn't that tempt you?" In a more serious mood be finished: "There Is nothing that I would not do to win you fairly. And If I should - win you there is. nothing I wouldn't do to keep all . care and sorrow from you. Say 'Yes!' Perhaps you don't love me yet, "but if you love no other man" "Mrs. Barrington glanced at Garri son's . writing as Sanderson was pro posing; her mind was already made up, but she needed just this one inci dent to bring it home fully to herself. "I don't," she assured Sanderson. "Then marry me and I'll chance the rest because I know I'll make you love me. Say 'Yes,' " he begged. Mrs. Barrington looked long and earnestly at Garrison's letter. Then she slowly and deliberately tore it up and threw the scraps Into the waste paper basket Sanderson . watched her closely. When she looked up at him he cried exultantly: . T. "Then it s Y'es?" " "It's" she began, but never finish ed, for Hortense announced Dr. Wood hurst. "He knows already!" she cried in alarm. . , - - . ' "How could-he?; It's only. just hap pened," said the bewildered Sanderson. Sirs. Barrington had to laugh. . "Oh, it's nothing! Well, Dr. Woodhurst and I have a very serious matter to dis cuss," Bhe apologized. - . - "I must tell the others!" he shouted in his happiness.- . - . "Not yet." she begged. "I must tell some one," Sanderson pleaded. . ... "Not yet." "I'll write home.'- This came to him as a happy thought. , . - "Not yet," was her answer. "They won't get it for three days." he explained as he left her to face Dr. Woodhurst. Dr. Woodhurst whirled Into the room. Never in his life before had this regu lator of other men's lives been so thor oughly excited. His . brain spun like the blades of an electric fan. and his body tried to follow the same gyra tionsl So great was the news he wish ed to transmit to Mrs. Barrington he could not speak distinctly, ' Mrs. Barrington's heart sank. ."Good evening: good evening!" he spluttered. "Pardon me. i am quite out of breath. I came right to you as soon a I heard the news." - ..,..'' "It's all over." she said aside, await ing the explosion. . .. "Never before in the whole course of my life did the telephone bring me such a shock.", he announced as. he aimlessly sorted the bundle of letters and telegrams he carried in bis hands. Mrs. Barrington langhed just -a little hysterically and replied:-- ''Yes. that's the trouble with the telephone ;it"s al ways saying something It shouldn't say. . I'm going to have our telephone taken out entirely-" - - .-"1 feel as though I wanted' to get on a hilltop somewhere and ' scream, scream. -The -doctor's voice broke in a squeak rather than .a lusty yell he desired so ardently to emit- . - " ' "Y'es. I -could do a little screaming.' too.". said Mrs. Barrington. sotto voce. "I can scarcely realize the signifi cance of the news!" cried the exuber ant doctor. . No,i of course not . It's so difficult to- be significant when you realize I mean to realize" '-; The- widow was too nervous to think." . The complica tions were npsetting her. "It has absolutely made a different man of me." be shouted. - I hope so I mean, that's good. that's good: but. of course, doctor, it wasn't altogether my fault." "No. not altogether your fault,, Mrs. Barrington, but you helped." gallantly remarked the doctor. . "Yes of course I helped and I am deeply , sorry because" She began a plea for forgiveness. . The doctor Interrupted her. He cried: "Sorry! Sorry! WThy should you be sorry. Mrs. Barrington? You have helped a great and glorious cause. Don't - you know what has happened ? Don't yon understand? My anti-betting bill has passed the legislature." "Your anti Is that what you learn ed?" she faintly gasped, sinking into a chair. - Hurriedly she added: "Was that the only message that came over vour telephone, doctor?" "The only message! Isn't that enough?" he almost wailed. "Do you understand what it means to me? Tha anti-betting bill has now become a law. -xninic oi it: xne a ream or my met Not another dollar can ever be bet on a race track in New York." "I am glad I got mine today, chuc kled the widow. V . "I beg your pardon The doctor had' not heard her aright. - Mrs. Barrington twisted her remark Into. "I say, I'm glad it's been such a. fine day." "I was away from home all the aft ernoon. I went to the station to see my friend off the Her. Dr. Lindsay. , "What?" was her startled question, i "Yes, Dr. Lindsay has gone on a sum mer vacation," blandly explained Dr Woodhurst. "And is there nobody at the rectory? she asked faintly. "Oh, yes, yes, a very fine man! Th Rev. Dr. Rabbit from New Haven. He , will . have charge until Dr. Lindsay gets back.. . And do yon know, Mrs, Barrington, by a strange coincidence the moment I entered the house the telephone rang It was the long dis tance from Albany giving me the Joy ful news. Then the telegrams began to arrive, and I felt that the first one to share my happiness must be you, Mrs. Barrington." "Oh, doctor, you are kindness itself, she sweetly murmured. As she spoke she tifjrd the faint honk honk of an automobile. Mrs. ' Barrington breathed more freely. Bud bad' performed his mission ;and the young folk, she presumed,' 'were now safely on their way to; NeW-York as Mr, and Mrs. Woodhurst. . , . ,.t The venerable reformer . pursued his ponderous explanations. , , , "So I picked up my telegrams and rushed over to tell you all about it, be cause I know how deeply you are in terested. - Do you mind if I open some of these and read them?" he begged. - "Of course - not. - I wouldn't for worlds do anything to mar your per fect happiness," was her reply as she went to the window to catch sight of the lights of the auto. - ' " 'Dr. Woodhurst, Hempstead." he read. It was a glorious victory. Never again will the grand stand re sound with the shrill cry of the book keeper." "The gentleman probably -means bookmaker," she laughed. "I see. And do they cry?" he asked, glancing at her over his glasses. "They do cry occasionally." He continued reading his messages: " I congratulate your warmly," signed Senator Bitsenhauser. From Hoggins' Cross Roads, Schoharie county, N. Y. One of my most ardent, supporters. He knows all about the evil of horse racing," was his explanatory adden dum. ' .. "Learned it at the county fair, I sup pose." sarcastically observed Mrs. Bar rington. Sanderson's automobile swept up be fore the house. Bud did not wait un til It. en me -to a full ston. but. throw ing open the door, he jumped out. risk- -ing his neck, and ran into the room. "Oh. lady, lady! It's a muddy track, and our entry" is scratched I" he panted, paying no attention to the doctor. "Goodness gracious! What is the meaning of this?" gasped that worthy, who reset his glasses on his nose to get a better view of the wildly excited stable boy. Mrs. Barrington was frightened by Bud's remark, but she realized that she must handle the situation delicate ly to learn the facts from Bud and yet keep the doctor in the dark. "Oh. please don't mind him. doctor. It's our little errand boy, and he has a most excitable nature. I sent him on an errand, and he has Just come back to report. Please go on reading your telegrams." The widow permitted her most charming smile to dazzle the doctor, who stepped aside, saying: ."Oh. of eonrse. of course." ' "Now. Bud. be careful. Is every thing all right?" asked Mrs. Barring ton. "Nothln' is nil right." Bud wns very much disgusted at the turn of affairs, and so expressed himself. . Mrs. Barrington glanced nervously at the doctor. - Luckily he was Immersed in his perusal of congratulatory tele grams and 'paid no attention to her or Bud. who was twisting his cap and bis feet in his helplessness. Tears of disappointment came into her eyes.. ' . .". "Naw; der regular band icapper has gone to give himself a boil at Hot Sprines. and his substitute is a fluff. Our entry is still at the barrier, and the flag ain't Cropped yet!" c.ied Bud. ' "Well, what has happened. Bud? "What haj( happened?" was her anxious question. " . - "He substitute says he has got So be insured that thh ain't an e'operaent, and he says if you will call hiiu up on the telephone and tell him Its an rigut he'll drop de flag and dey'll be off in a bunch." explained' Bnd. pointing to' tht telephone on her writing desk. ' ' I To be continued.