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Show I! THE PERFECT NOVEL f f The following, alloged to havo boon !H k . written hy A. Napoleon, Is a model of all B 1 summer Notion,. You not only don't havo to believe all of It you don't havo to road , half of It. m S ' ' LIST OP CHARACTERS ; k THE EARL OF LEIGHBARROW Om or Hj w , the richest mon In tho world. Extra- HI s ordinarily handsome. Tall. Drown H ' '. wavy Jiair and brown wavy mustache, I ": Boautirully dressod. lias n lovoly singing voice. Magniricont liorsoman, u poot of genius, a good son and a during aviator. Unmarried. Passionately Passion-ately In lovo with Oraco Llpsalvo, tho sister or his third cliaurrour. MARIOOLD ENDERKETTLE Tho boauty of tho neighborhood and a vory woalthy holross. nidos to hounds In a habit that Is almost second nature. Appear at balls In diamonds worth three million pounds. Tall, haughty, dark, supposed to havo killed her mother, but protected by bor wealth. GRACE LIPSALVE Seventeen years old. Very pretty, with ralr hair and oyes the color of forgot-mo-nots. Passionately in lovo with the Earl, but doos not yot realize It. Very fond of walking and poetry. A good daughter and a kind sister. Has taught In Sunday school. BOB LIPSALVE Drothor to Grace, and the Earl's third cliaurrour. A short, stumpy little rollow with bright red hair and a bad squint. A very amusing character. Mentally unsound. Killed his sweetheart sweet-heart at the -age or eighteen, but saved rrom hanging by his personal charm. A clover poaOher and a good son. Plays tho cornet. THE STORY. MARIOOLD ENDERKETTLE, aMor killing her mother, .settled down at Do rauncey Court to a lire or simple ploosurse. Ono day while weeding the onion bed she looks up and sees the Earl or Lelghbarrow riding by on his superb chestnut. Flinging Fling-ing modesty and the onions to the wind". Marigold leaps tho hedge and follows him. The Earl slops at a cottage three miles up the road and knocks at the door with his whip. The dooris opened by Grace Llpsalvo. In order to overhear the colloquy coll-oquy Marigold swirtly Immerses herself in the rain-water tub round tho corner. She thus catches the following: THE EARL Good ortornoon, Grace. GRACE Good artornoon, sir. THE EARL How is your mother tills artornoon? GRACE A littlo hotter, sir, thank you. THE EARL I'm glad to hoar It. Good artornoon. GRACE Good artornoon, sir. i It Is at once clear to Marigold that Grace must die. She Is clambering out or the raln-wator tub whon Hob Lipsalve suddenly sudden-ly appears, and tho following colloquy onsuos: MARIGOLD Ah! BOB Vot becst doln' In thicky toob? MARIGOLD Don't tell! I will give you a great deal of money ir you won't tell any one! BOB I rccon thco ain't gort no business In mother's toob. MARIOOLD I know itl But llston! Your slstor stands In my path and sho must dio! I shall kill her! Toll nobody! BOB That baln't nolther ono way nor t'other. Wot boost doln In thicky toob? Seeing that sho has moroly to deal with a harmless lunatic, Marigold enters the cottago and ongages Graco as her private maid at a largo salary. Grace snaps at tho Job, and taking tho precaution to con-coal con-coal a loadod pistol In her corsots goes chocrrully to Do Tauncoy Court to take up hor now and pleasant duties. Sho is brushing hor mistress's ravon locks ono evening whon Marigold suddonly snatches up a pair or scissors rrom tho tollot table. Grace draws her pistol and fires, but the bullet passes harmlessly through tho window and kills tho second gardener, who happens to bo passing with a basket or stolon peaches. Marigold then stabs Grace. At this momont tho Earl of Lolghbarrow stops quietly out or tho wardrobo. CHAPTER XLV. TROUBLE AT DE FAUNCEY COURT. It was tho work or Marigold, who was c till to accustomod to such sconos as this, to snatch up Graco's still smoking pistol and flro four times in quick succession at tho Earl. "Ah," he said, smiling slightly as tho last buliot removed tho lort hair or his mustacho, leaving him otherwise unhurt, "your shooting has dotorioratod, Blancho Doadlock, since you and I stood raco to Taco In tho valloy or Doad Mon's Gulch, Arizona!" Marigold staggorod back. "Percy Harris!" sho muttered. "Tho samo," ropllod tho Earl, carolossly romovlng tho othor hair or his mustacho "and your rather! Naughty girl whoro is your mothor, my wire?" "i do ntrt"knowr Oh, spare "me, rajnor, spare mo! I swear that, I do not kndwrf" "You killed'-hcrl Admit it beroro I rjtfpL. compelled to stab you in tho black hparV with your own scissors!'' "- ' i For answer Marigold or Blanche, as wo-must wo-must now call her Hung horsoir neatly rrom tho window, alighting on tho bo"dy or tho dorunct second gardener. TJiO Earl, rinding himseir Idle for a moment, leaned ovor tho prostrate form or Gra'od. "Graco!" ho whispered. "Dont say fi that you are dead! Toll me, oh, tell me, I that you aro only shamming!" "I am," replied Grace, sitting, up and gazing rrankly Into tho ardont oyes that ' rested upon her own, compelling her at last to drop them. "Tho scisslrs wore blunt and did not cvon tear my dress. But you, Percy I "Why do you look so pafo and undone?" "I am all right now I know you arc's"aro. But how can I look you In tho race whon you must have ovorhoard that I am no real Earl.!" "I have known It all tho time, Percy, but I love you more for telling m6 "In , this honest fashion. My brother" lthc real Earl." ' ' Poray stujg-gorcd back". "Your brqthor7" lie gasppd. ' ' '. "Yes our little Bob. Ho was" dropped rrom his perambulator at the ago of three months by a careless nurse who Tied tho country and was eventually hanged In Now Zealand. My mother found him." "Then you you !" "I am your own dear littlo wire!" The Sketch. |