. The Saturday evening post. n every count eligible—by birthmd inclination good form. The croquet over, the youngernan, nine wickets ahead, triumphantly collected as manylollars and extended himself on the grass at Ashleys feet,toss found a place by John Rawle. • Ill have to go down to Northeast Harbor to-morrow,he former reminded Rawle; and Arnold wont be fit forown before October, so you will have to keep an eye onhings; but there isnt much on the calendar. See that•oung Stokes, with his mother in Italy, doesnt get too farnto his next quarterly; and if, in Hitchcocks opinion, theieltner will
. The Saturday evening post. n every count eligible—by birthmd inclination good form. The croquet over, the youngernan, nine wickets ahead, triumphantly collected as manylollars and extended himself on the grass at Ashleys feet,toss found a place by John Rawle. • Ill have to go down to Northeast Harbor to-morrow,he former reminded Rawle; and Arnold wont be fit forown before October, so you will have to keep an eye onhings; but there isnt much on the calendar. See that•oung Stokes, with his mother in Italy, doesnt get too farnto his next quarterly; and if, in Hitchcocks opinion, theieltner will is a forgery, call Marks. We simply wont letureelves in for any action, with all the criminals on theury. Rawle nodded silently. There had been no need fortoss repetition. He knew the other was leaving for Maineo-morrow; that Arnold, their third partner, was sick inhe country; and that they, Ross, Arnold & Rawle, prac-ically never departed from an orphans court practice. ILLUSTRATED B r H E S R (BUIMKBir R M LEIGH. There, Among the Leaves, He Discovered an Unsuspected World It suddenly occurred to him that a good half—no, three-quarters—of all that was said was equally purposeless—silly! He could hear the low murmur of feminine voices,and then Ashleys clear, high, decided tones. She wastalking about the motor trip. The most we did was three hundred and seventy miles;then another day three hundred and twenty. The bangingabout was frightful, and hurt my head. When we got in atnight I simply collapsed on a bed. No, not much, butthere wasnt a lot to see—just country. Yes, one—with aflivver. The man was rather hurt, but it was his hate flivvers anyhow, the way they toot about and turnin at such unexpected places. We stayed with the Sawyersat Pittsburgh and Henry played golf. They called it golf,but—my dear! Lambert Sawyer was worse than is ridiculously grown up, and has rows with the familycontinually; while we were there it was about wearing he
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