As to who had won, Irving had not the Slightest Idea 140

A Shadow crossed Westby’s Face 220

_From drawings by B. L. Bates_




THE JESTER OF ST. TIMOTHY’S




CHAPTER I

IRVING SETS FORTH ON HIS ADVENTURE


In the post-office of Beasley’s general store Irving Upton was eagerly
sorting the mail. His eagerness at that task had not been abated by the
repeated, the daily disappointments which it had caused him. During the
whole summer month for which he had now been in attendance as Mr.
Beasley’s clerk, the arrival of the mail had constituted his chief
interest. And because that for which he had been hoping had failed to
come, his thin face had grown more worried, and the brooding look was
more constantly in his eyes.

This afternoon his hand paused; he looked at the superscription on an