ng past
Bailey's Beach and the youngsters bombarded them with clam shells and
gravel. It would have been all right, but one of the shells caught
Kelly on the cheek and cut him. The men didn't do a thing but jump
over that hedge into the holy of holies, gather in the young scions,
and knock their heads together."

"You don't say! What happened then?"

"They were arrested and the chief sent over here. I got the men's
story and then called the Wellingtons' house on the telephone. Mrs.
Wellington's secretary answered. I told her who I was and that I
wanted to talk about the case with some one in authority. She asked me
to hold the wire and in a few seconds the queen herself was holding
pleasant converse with yours truly.

"'You say the men are under your command?' she said.

"I replied, 'Even so.' Then she gave me the name of her lawyer and
said Kelly and Burke would be prosecuted on every charge that could be
brought to bear."

Armitage laughed.

"Trust her! What did you say?"

"I got hot under the collar right away, then. 'Mrs. Wellington,' I
said, 'my men were not to blame. If they were I should not have called
you on the 'phone. But your sons threw shells and cut one of them.
They were punished, and justly. And I now advise you I am going to
have counter warrants issued against your boys if the charge is pressed
in court to-day!' Just like that.

"Her voice came crisp. 'You say my sons were at fault? Have you any
proof of that?'

"I came back in a second. 'I have sufficient proof to convince even
your lawyer.'

"'Very well,' she said. 'Then do it. I shall direct him to see you at
once. If what you say is true we will of course take no further
action.'

"The case was dropped all right."

"Bully for you," said Armitage. "My Lady evidently has a sense of
justice."

"Here 's a paragraph," said Winston, holding up a local paper, "which
says that a physical instructor is wanted at The Crags. They are going
to prepare for future engagements with our men, evidently."

"Well, let me tell you that Anne Wellington is a corker," observed
Black suddenly.

"Anne Wellington?" said Armitage ingenuously.

"Yes," continued Black, "the daughter. I saw her at the Casino the
other day. She was joshing some little old rooster who was trying to
play tennis and she had him a mile up in the air. She 's beautiful,
too. That's more than you can say of most of these alleged society
beauties."

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