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SYNOPSIS
The Duke, a pleasant, likable youth
of twenty-three, Jobless and broke, en
ters an unoccupied summer home in
Southampton, seeking shelter from a
terrific rain storin. He makes himself
at home. Six years ago his father had
died in China, leaving the lad, Barry
Gilbert, to fight his way back to the
States. He did not recollect ever hav
ing had a mother. Dozing at the fire
side, he is startled by the arrival of a
butler, Willetts; a chauffeur, Evans; a
cook and a maid. Fie learns that the
son of the owner of the house. Jack
Hidder, whom the servants had never
seen, is expected. Fie decides to bluff
It out.
CHAPTER I—Continued
—2—
“I hope not,” the Duke replied, grin
ning broadly, and, seeing that grin,
the four servants smiled, too—plain
ly surprised at the master's good hu
mor.
“This Is Evans, sir," the butler con
tinued. “This Is Mrs. Mulligan. Cook,
sir. And Annie Jeffers, the parlor
maid. If you don’t mind, sir. I'll get
them set. and then I II come upstairs
to report.”
“Fine!” said the Duke, calculating
that five minutes would get him Into
his clothes, and out the front door.
lie was climbing the steps again
when Willetts called.
“I never thought, sir. Your bed
sn’t made. I’ll get the linen out, and
have Annie up there right away.
You’ll want a good fire in your room
to dry tilings out.”
“I’ve got a (ire in the library,” the
fluke* replied. “Don’t hurry. I'm very
comfortable.”
They did hurry. lie had scarcely
got Ills trousers from under the mat
tress when Annie appeared, just as
lie had seen her In the hall, and with
a small load of immaculate sheets and
pillow cases.
“•Mr. Evans Is lighting the furnace,”
she said. “The house is that cold.
It’s an oil burner, Mr. Willetts says.
I wonder you didn’t think of it. I5ut,
of course, you’re a stranger here, too.”
“A stranger!’’ What did she mean
by that? Where had lie been, ho
wondered? Evidently, not home, at
any rule. So that was why Willetts
hadn’t known he wasn’t Mr. Itidder.
Was Willetts new? The girl was on
her knees at the hearth, and the
Duke ventured half a question.
“Willetts isn't a stranger?"
"Of course not," Annie replied. "Nor
Mr. Evans. Just Mrs. Mulligan and
me. We was taken on when Madam
and Mr. Kidder expected to spend the
summer here, and we’d've been let
out, I guess, when they decided to go
to Germany, if it hadn’t been for your
coming hack.”
”1 picked just (lie right minute, did
n’t 1?" grinned the Duke.
“And “You sure did!” grinned the
parlor maid, spreading the linen over
the arms of two chairs.
It was an amusing conversation, but
It had been too long. Returning to
(lie library, trousers still In hand,
Harry Gilbert encountered the ubiqui
tous Willetts. “I’ll take those, sir,”
said the butler, taking them.
“Oil, never mind !"
"They’ll need pressing.”
“I’ll need them.”
“They’ll lie ready for you In the
morning,"- Willetts said, with a note
of finality. "Did you bring any py
jamas, sir?”
Any lie would do for now.
“Yes," answered the Duke, “but,
like an idiot, I checked my suit-case,
and God knows what happened to the
cheek!”
“I'll get you a pair of your father’s,"
Willetts voluntered. “You're very
much of a size.” lie was taking stock
of I lie new master. "Look like your
fattier, if you don't mind my saying
so, sir. Same figure. Same kind of
face, only kinder, if you don’t mind
my saying so, sir.”
The Duke didn’t mind. It was nil
"a lucky break," only — how long
would it last? “Mustn’t over-play my
luck," thought the Duke. But the
real Mr. Kidder “wasn’t coming until
tomorrow." Why make a break for it
tonight? The storm was roaring, and
throwing buckets of water against tile
windows.
The butler had gone into the bed
room, and returned with a pair of
purple silk pyjamas.
“Anything else, sir?”
"No, thanks.”
“I'll be leaving you then. There’s
a lot to do—getting ttie rooms ready
for cook and the maid. They’ve never
been here be ore. Don’t know ttieir
way about. Evans don’t neither. What
time breakfast, sir?”
“Oh, say eight o’clock.”
“Bight, sir. Good night, sir,” said
the butler, bowing himself out.
“Easy!” thought the Duke, standing
before the tire, with the purple pyja
mas in his hand. “Too easy! Too
3amned easy! There's a catch in it
somewhere!”
Willetts implied that lie had been
with the family some time. Why had
he never seen the son? Or even a
picture of him? Why was lie so will
ing to accept a stranger in the house
at his own word—practically without
question? Why did he take those
trousers? “I’m trapped," mused the
Duke, “or else—”
Or else what?
“Or else ha’s no more a butler than
I am Mr. Bidder. How do I know
what he is? There’s a lot of mighty
valuable junk in this house.”
It was with that thought in his
mind, and himself imagined in a new
and exciting role, that His Grace of
Hollywood finally turned the other
check on an Irish linen pillow slip,
and dropped off to sleep.
The trousers were beside tils bed
when tie awoke.
And ail that cinema nonsense had
evaporated from his mind.
Just “a lucky break.” A good night’s
rest In a warm, dry house, whose
owners had suddenly dashed off to
Europe, leaving the establishment to
a son who happened to be unknown
to the servants.
“If I belonged In a house like
this—”
He squared his shoulders, and saun
tered down the carpeted stairs. No
need of finishing the sentence. Al
ready, he felt a new dignity; a new.
stiffening self-respect. The trousers
were neatly pressed, and “Good morn
ing, sir,” said the butler, as he en
tered the breakfast room.
There was nothing “make shift”
about the meal. Evans had been to
town for cream, and bacon, and bread,
and the Duke's courage rose with
every sip of the steaming coffee.
“What’s this?” he inquired, his eye
falling up an envelope at his plate.
“A letter for your mother, sir," Wil
letts replied. “It came after she’d
left the hotel, and Evans got it when
he went hack for some things he was
to bring out here. He forgot tt last
night, sir. Mrs. Bidder expected some
mail from the employment agency,
and places like that. She said you
was to open It, sir.”
Barry hesitated.
He could feel a chilly something
In the butler's gaze.
Sooner than return the gaze, or
evade it, he opened the envelope.
A hundred dollar bill dropped out.
"Well, sir!” exclaimed the butler,
any doubts he may have entertained
lost in his surprise.
“Well,” echoed the Duke, with that
new courage born of the steaming cof-
“It's Got to Go,” Fumed the White-
Haired Gentleman.
fee. “Well, and likewise good. I can
use this.”
“Yes, sir,” said the butler. “A
little more coffee, sir?”
"Thank you," assented the Duke
“And just one more piece of toast.”
Alone in the cheerful breakfast
room, with the cheerful sunshine
streaming down outside, he read the
letter.
“Dear Mother:
I'm returning the money. I can’t
keep it, and I can't go to Southampton.
I’m sending this special delivery, so
you'll have time to get rid of the serv
ants, if you decide not to open the
house. For your sake, I hope father
Improves at Bad Nauheim, but I don’t
want anything that comes from him
and I sha'n't write again. Thanks, all
the same. John."
The Duke picked up the envelope
again.
It had been posted the previous
morning in New York, and there was
no special delivery stamp.
“Well,” he remarked; “Santa Claus
is certainly worked overtime for me!”
Back with the toast and coffee, Wil
letts inquired, “Anything important,
sir?"
“The letter?" asked the Duke, as
though that had been farthest from
his present thoughts. “No. I’ll send
it to Bad Nauheim when I write, and
keep the money until my mother re
turns.”
“What time shall you want the car
sir?”
“The car?”
“For luncheon, sir. It’s a fairish
long walk to the village.”
His Grace reflected. It was a long
walk to the village. It was an even
longer walk to Montauk Point. And,
apparently, there was no possibility
of overplaying his luck. Why should
not he ride to Montauk in comfort—
or, at least, to within a few miles of
Montauk — and disappear there, in
stead of at Southampton?
“I might take a drive,” he said.
Out of sight of the house, lie took
the precaution of burning that let
ter from “John." The truth was that
the Duke’s uneasiness over that hun
dred had nothing to do with the fear
of being caught. He had never stolen
anything before. “I’ll return that
money from Montauk,” mused the
Duke. “I don’t want to be hooked
for robbing the mails.”
Life had never been dull for him
—or for his father. “Keep moving”—
that was the old man’s slogan. And
that was all he ever kept. Barry's
memories began in Pittsburg. Strand
ed, Francis Gilbert had tutored there.
I "Spoiling good longshoremen," he
called it, "because their papas are
rich.” From one of the longshore
men. Barry had discovered that he
should have a mother. The old man
had never mentioned it. so his son
raised the question. “I lost her," h!s
father said.
“How?" *
“In Algiers. You were born there."
It was years before Barry was old
enough to put the two things togeth
er. “Did she die when I was born?"
he asked then, and got no answer.
This was in San Sebastian, where the
old man worked for an engineering
concern. Soon afterward, they pushed
on to England, and short-lived pros
perity. Barry went to school, for the
first time, and found that he had
learned more from his father than the
other lads from their professors. Tiiat
was fortunate, because the schooling
lasted only a year before Barry—fif
teen now—was taken to India. “I
can’t stand counting houses,” his fa
ther had told him. “They’ve given us
a berth in Calcutta."
It wasn’t an upper berth, and It
was in another counting house. “I
met a fellow today," the elder Gil
bert announced, “who’s got something
to do with the diamond mines. I
think we’ll go to Johannesburg.” They
didn't, because, a week later, the old
man found another friend who sug
gested Manila. From there, It was
only a step to Canton, and the tea
business, and a shorter step to Hong
Kong, where Francis Gilbert came
home one night with a fever, and
died the next morning.
Barry had begged a clerkship In
Hong Kong, and then worked his
way to San Francisco. On the boat
was a movie director. "You’ve got
a great smile,” he told the youngster.
“I think I can use you.” Hollywood,
then, and one studio after another.
Youth, and looks, and the ingratiating
grin helped a lot there. And Barry
learned a lot, too. How to wear
clothes, and how gentlemen behaved—
or Hollywood thought they behaved—
In a drawing room. He was earning
two hundred dollars a week, some
times, when a wallet vanished from a
coat thrown over a table “in the set.”
The Duke knew who took it. She was
a poor little thing, though, and des
perate, and His Grace kept his mouth
shut. They couldn’t pin it on him,
he said, and they didn’t, but there
were no jobs after that.
And so he’d come East. Ankle-deep
In the sand, that morning at South
ampton, he kept thinking of the let
ter he’d just burned. And of his own
mother. He had missed her all through
his childhood, watching the other boys
with their mothers, or, at school In
England, getting ready to go home to
them. “I lost her,” the old man had
said, and never mentioned the matter
again. Had she died in Algiers, In
childbirth, or merely grown weary of
wandering, and decided to stay some
where with someone? “I’d like to find
her,” the Duke thought.
At noon Evans brought the car.
“Do you know where we’re going?”
asked the Duke.
“Yes. I’m taking you for a ride.”
Almost surly, thought the Duke.
And it had a sinister sound, that
phrase.
“You want to get lunch, don’t you?"
the chauffeur added, quickly.
“I want to see the end of the Is
land. We can eat anywhere."
The Duke sank back into the cush
ioned seat. It gave him a curious
sense of importance — being driven
like this. Along the highway they
sped.
The ear was slowing down now,
and, looking ahead. His Grace saw
another limousine drawn up at the
side of the road. Evans threw out
the clutch, and then put his foot on
the brake.
A husky young fellow in uniform
was standing in front of the other
car. Beside him was a spare, white-
haired gentleman. And, framed in the
car’s doorway, ready to alight, stood
a pretty girl.
“Stop," said the Duke, quite super-
erogatorily, since they had stopped.
She was the prettiest girl he had
ever seen, the Duke decided. He had
made the same decision many times
before, but this time he felt It would
he final. Tall and slim and dark,
dressed in an ensemble of hunter’s-
greeu tweed, with a top coat to match,
and a tiny felt hat perched upon her
sleek black hair, she looked, some
how, like a thing turned out by an
entirely perfect machine—trim, and
polished, and built for speed. Iler eyes
were gray, the Duke was to discover
later, and wide, and a little cold. Her
nose was a straight line from her
forehead, and her lips were bright
red against the pale Ivory of her face.
“Can I do anything for you?” In
quired the Duke.
He was standing before her now,
and her glance took him in, calmly,
appraisingly, before she answered,
“No, thanks.”
Ard with that, Barry felt, she
erased him from the landscape.
"Yes, you can,” said the white-
haired gentleman. “That is, if either
of you knows anything about a car.
My chauffeur doesn’t.”
“We’ll be glad to try,” the Duko
said, cordially. “Have a look at it,
will you, Evans?”
Sullenly, Evans walked over to the
open hood.
“It’s the ignition,” the other chauf
feur told him.
“Start her up."
“She won’t start."
The two men began fussing with
the engine.
“It's got to go," fumed the white-
haired gentleman. “I haven’t had a
bite since breakfast, and I’m due In
New York at five o’clock.”
“Hungry myself,” said the Duke.
“Where did you mean to eat?"
(TO BE COWIMJED)
Uncommon
Sense
^ John Blake
©. Dell Syndicate—WNU Service.
Fashions have always been a mys
tery to me.
When, almost over
night, I discover that
Fashions men and women are
practically all ap
pearing in costunres which differ wide
ly from those that they were wearing
a year ago, I never fail to be aston
ished.
But why not?
As well go through the world think
ing in the same way as dressing in the
same way.
And if, from Adam’s day we had
continued to think in the same way we
should still be using the leaves from
the trees for clothes and trying to
support ourselves on the fruit that
grew on their branches.
For years the city of New York was
a succession of brown stone or granite
buildings, all of them pretty much
alike, and only a very few modeled
on Greek architectural ideas.
Then the island became so crowded
that there was not room for expansion
in any direction hut upward.
Upward the city grew. Great and
beautiful sky scrapers were planned
and built, and now the sky line of the
American metropolis is one of the won
ders of the world.
* • *
Following close on fashions In busi
ness structures came a change of
building fashions in little towns and
cities.
These, when they followed the fYld
colonial styles imported from Eng
land, were at first beautiful enough.
But they soon changed to the man
sard roof and to a bad imitation of
the Queen Ann cottage, till by and by
the country was belted by monstrosi
ties that blighted the landscape.
• • •
Sometimes we overdo it. I read In
a newspaper the other day that cooked
rice is now served in colors to match
the scheme of the hostess whp wants
to be modern in entertaining her
guests.
And I notice In the food stores that
the packages of edibles of various
kinds, once hideous and uninviting,
have become things of beauty, which
are far more attractive to the eyes of
purchasers.
I am told that fashions in education are
now shifting constantly, probably to keep
match with the fashions in religion that
are observable almost everywhere.
And men and women, with the whole
past of the world from which to
choose, are constantly making their
world more beautiful.
* » *
On * coastal steamboat thp other
afternoon I sat behind two obviously
prosperous men who
The Best were talking about
Investment their hoys.
Inasmuch as they
took their seats by the rail not far
from mine I did not feel like an eaves
dropper while I listened to them.
One of them was saying, when I sat
down;
“I am going to set aside safely
enough money for Bill to live on. J
will put it in trust, so he can get only
the interest from it, and that ought to
be enough to keep him.
“In these days you never can tell what
may happen, and I don’t want him to
go hungry if there comes another finan
cial upset in the country."
• * *
“I think, ’ said the other man, “that
that is the worst thing you can dn If
your boy is like the average boy, that
investment will give him such a feel
ing of security that he will never step
out and do anything for himself. How
much of an investment did you have
to start with?”
The other man grinned: “About
forty dollars.
“Paid my tuition for the first year
in a little inland college. But of
course I had to work my way through
for the other three years.”
“And now you’re pretty well fixed,
ns I happen to know. Why don’t you
give the kid forty or fifty dollars, and
tell him to try to live on it for a
month and see what happens?”
;; T he I>oor youngster would starve.”
“Not if he knew that was all he
was going to get from you. A little
money won’t do him any good. If you
would give him a fortune, he might
learn how to take care of it, and^be
able to carry on when you passed out.
But he probably wouldn’t. The best
Investment you can make for that boy
is an education to start with—a busi
ness education—and then leave him
to his own devices, if he has got the
tight stuff in him he will get by. But
if he knows that he will have plenty
of money he will begin figuring out
how to spend it, even before he gets
hold of it, and that won’t do him any
good.”
• • •
"Times have changed,” said the fa
ther of the boy. “Youngsters need
more money to start with than they
used to.”
"That’s nonsense. On the East side
of New York, and everywhere for that
matter there are boys who are making
their way on no capital at all, and
some of them will some time be a'n:on<>
the big and successful business men ol
this country.”
’’I’d hate to have my kid ha*e tc
ouck the world with what he can
learn in a college.”
“// he’s that kind of a kid, don't send
him to college. But if he\ the right kind
he ll get along. But he'll never get along
if you tell him he won’t need to uoik."
Our Failure in Character
Is the Tragedy of Life
Life is given for wisdom, and yet
we are not wise; for goodness, and
we are not good; for overcoming
evil, and evil remains; for patience
and sympathy and love, and yet wa
are fretful and hard and weak and
selfish. This is the tragical feature
of life—that it is linked with so
much failure in character. Are most
of us considering success and faiiure
in this high and eternal light? W*
ought to be.
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