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Bashford and her companion were involved in an international tangle and had in their possession something that vitally concerned the nations at war, common chivalry demanded that I handle the arrest of Montani's agent in such manner as to shield them.
One of the rear tires was quite blown away." "You're in luck if he doesn't have you all arrested to-morrow," I remarked consolingly. "Mrs. Bashford seemed quite amused by the occurrence," Antoine continued. "'Wonderful America! she kept saying after we'd got her inside. We gave her tea, which was all she asked for. She takes her tea with cream, sir. We did our best to make her comfortable.
"And will you ever forgive me?" she asked in a faint, small voice. He hesitated, drew a long breath, and made the plunge. "Yes," he said desperately. "I'll forgive you. Go ahead." "There was no one to tell me," she began. "We were with each other so much. I did not know anything of the world then." She paused to meditate. Bashford was biting his lip impatiently. "If I had only known "
On the envelope she wrote: "Mr. Edward Bashford, Athenian Club, San Francisco." "Dear Ned," the letter began. She had once been violently loved by him for three weeks in her pre-marital days. But she had covenanted herself to Jack Hemingway, who had prior claims, and her heart as well; and Ned Bashford had philosophically not broken his heart over it.
There's nobody else to use the place." His cigar had proved soothing, but my last remark caused him to sit up straight in his chair. "By George! my hold-up almost made me forget what I came for. I have news for you, Singleton; good or bad, as you may take it; Mrs. Bashford is in America." "Mrs. Bashford," I repeated faintly, "where do you get these pleasant tidings?"
"And your coming here as you did is, if you will pardon my frankness, susceptible of very disagreeable constructions. It is my painful duty " He choked upon his duty until Raynor spoke, smiling broadly. "I find my duty really a privilege," he said. "Not only are you not Mrs. Bashford," he went on with the utmost good humor, "but you are a very different person.
I'm sure it will come out all right. I hate to have you go, but I guess Mr. Bashford is right. You need more schooling." I could see that she was saddened by the thought of the separation which was to follow with a vague knowledge of the experience of all the mothers of pioneer sons she feared that the days of our close companionship were ended.
He wanted Elsie to steal something from the house, it was a fan he wanted her to take most particular, and it was to be done soon, to-day if she could manage. It was for the love of the Fatherland that he wanted her to do it. Did you notice, sir, that Mrs. Bashford didn't have the fan to-night? Not that one she carried last night."
Bashford is a woman of sound sense and tact who will exert herself to restore peace on her property. When I call to pay my respects and make my adieus I shall speak to her of the situation and vouch for your loyalty. You may count on me. You haven't, I suppose, seen the widow yet she's probably sleeping late." "Quite the contrary, sorr. She's been up and around for an hour an' more.
"That should not make any girl unhappy," he remarked sagely. "Because you don't love him is no reason of course, you don't love him?" Loretta shook her head and shoulders in a vigorous negative. "What?" Bashford wanted to make sure. "No," she asserted explosively. "I don't love Billy! I don't want to love Billy!"
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