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SENTINEL- JOURNAL PUBLISHED WEEKLY. PICKENS, SOUTH CA.ROLINA. A college education is getting to be mighty expensive--for alumni. Still this Is just the weather you were wishing for last February. That wind blown suminer resort ad vertising begins to look very catchy. The summer girl was never more fascinating than she is this season. An umpire never reverses a deci sion, although asked to do so every day. A Sacramento minister defended Sun day baseball, and they say he struck right out. Worse than not being able to swin these days is not being able to go swimming. InidlItion to the wireless telegraph Chicago will now have )ermanently noiseless peddlers. hena itian bonsts about his old age it is geierally found that he has noth ing else to boast about. Chicago has twice as many tele phones as London. But then it has twice as much to say. A littsburg scientist says there is a microbe in ever'y kiss. Pittsburg ought to know that by this time. A new counterfeit $20 bill is in cr culation. Watch for it when the con ductor hands you your change. Visit any store where they sell straw hats and view the impressive ceremony of putting the lid on. Itedman Wananiaker is insured for $4,500,000, but it is not stated wheth er he is an aviator or a canoeist. Warmer winters are promised. It is consoling to know that they cannot be warmer than the summers. No first class summer resort, as you may have observed, ever has any flies or mosquitoes for publication. When you discover two souls with but a single thought the thought con cerps the coolest place within reach. * A good many of our householders la' Lunder the impression that ice is m, tred by the carat, like diamonds. IEngland has just launched her first war airship. It is called the Mayily. Probably the implied doubt is justill able. One who will sit out on the bleach ers wvhen the temper-ature is playing aroundl 100 must really wvant to see the ball game. Polo is a great game, andi might be even more thrilling and spectacular ii the players would ride motorcycles In stea.i of horses. Willie Berri's Btrooklyn playmatei can niever brag successfully about hav' ing had the measles, for- Willie steppe< In the president's soup. A New York physician says that ont can ecaC~pe typhild fever by chewinj tobacco. Thle remedy, howev'er, ib worse than the (Ilsease. Several hundried marriages in Chica go have beeni declaired v-oid, thereb: saving a good miany peole the ex pense of a trilp to lleno. A young woman in lit-ooklyn want: to marry the steps~on of her father-in law's first wif'. All of which is ou notion of considerable mixup. "You'll not niot ice the heat if yoi doni't talk about it," says l)octo Wiley. The trouble is that other pecC pie insist on talking about it. A IBoston court has been called o1 to decide whether baseball playing i labor. It seems to be0 when the D~et rol team is pllayin~g on the ot her sideC. E~dison says that thle cnd of tihe Ire ley car is in sight. IBut the boldest iI venhtor- has not yet tackled the prot; lemi of the str-ap-haniger-less car. A Chicago woman has had a lawye arrested, alleging that lie called her al "old cat." Call a wvoman a cat, if yol must, but never call her an old cat. A Chicago woman says that divorce are more comimon now because ho sex have raised the standard of marl hood. Any old kind of a husband wvil no longer do, she says. Ho0w doe: it happen, then, that so many men go married? A Swedish astronomer gives th, earth more than 10,000 years longe to live. Which looks bad for our dli scendants in about the three hur dredth generation~. DYLOU L JO30 AUTHOR OP "THE9 BRASS L.UMUO@00 bY IDbU COPYRIG-HT BY LO/3 c1'O.4R V1ANC ful SYNOPSIS. sh( ha David Amber. starting for a duck-shoot- O ing visit with his friend, Quaint, comes up on a young lady equestrian who has been QU dismounted by her horse becoming fright ened at the sudden appearance in the road of a burly Hindu. Ho declares he is Beharli Lal Chatter i, "the appointed sh mouthpiece of The Bell," addresses Amber as a man of high rank and pressing a mysterious little bronze box. "The To ken," into his hand, disappears in the wood. The girl calls Amber by name. ki CHAPTER 11. (Continued), be "You will have It that I must sur- o render my only advantage-my In cognito. If I tell you how I happen to no know who you are, I must tell you who I am. Immediately you will lose th interest in me, because I'm really not at all advanced; I doubt if I should understand your book if I had to read ml it." m "Which heaven forfend! But why," of he insisted mercilessly, "do you wish me to be interested in you?" She flushed becomingly at this and acknowledged the touch with a rieful, smiling glance. But, "Because I'm interested in you," she admitted open ly. "And . . . why?" It "Are you hardened to such adven tures?" She nodded in the direction the bahu had taken. "Are you ac- kii custonied to being treated with ex- I traordinary respect by stray Bengalis at) and accepting tokens from them? Is romance comronplace to you?" el "Oh," he said, disappointed, "if it's I only the adventure-! Of course, to, that's easly enough explained. This ex half-witted mammoth-don't ask me fri how he came to be here-thought he fai recognized in me some one he had in known in India. Let's have a look at tl this token-thing." ne He disclosed the bronze box and let w"' her take it in her pretty fingers. ne "It must have a secret spring," she hu concluded, after a careful inspection. ll "I think so, but . . ." pui She shook it, holding it by her ear. wi "There's something inside-it rattles ga ever so slightly. I wonder!" or "No more than I." ty "And what are you going to de with dlh it?" She returned it reluctantly. of. "Why, there's nothing to do but fu keep it till the owner turns up, that I P can see." er "You won't break it open?" th "Not until curiosity overpowers by me and I've exhausted every artiflce, to trying to fIrd the catch." or "Are you a patient person, Mr. Am ber?" -th "Not extraordinarily so, Miss Far- is rell." .*. ti "Ohow did you guess?" ni "Dly remember-ing not to b)0 stupid.l, You are Misqs Sophia Farrell, daughter of Colonel Farrell of the British dip lomatic service in Indlia." lie a chuckled cheerfully over his triumph al of deductive reasoning. "You are vis- N iting the Quatns for a few days, while ti en route for India with some friends ft wvhoso name I've for-gotten--" iii ''The Rlolands," she prompted in- b) voluntar-ily., "Thank you. . . . The Rolands, ql who are stopiping in New York. You've b lived several years wilth your father a in India, wenit hack to London to n1 'conme out' and~ are returning, hav-ing ri been presentedl at the cour-t of St. James. Your' mother was an Ameri- hi can girl, a schoolmate of Mrs. n Quain's. I'm afraidl that's tho whole u. sumi of my knowledge of you,"h ''You've tur-ned the tables fauirly. Mr. Aniber-," she admitted, ''And v Mr. Quain wrote you all that?'' ii "I'm afr'aid lho told me almost as r much about you as lie told you about in me; we're old ft-lends, you kniowu. And~ now I conie to think of it, Quaiu ti has one of the few photogr-aphs of mue ti -extant. So my chain of' ireasonintg's Tf Scomphlte. And I think we'd bettoer li hurrmy on to TIanglewood.'' it ''Indeed, yes. AMrs. Qutain will be in wild with worry if that aunial findls e~ r his way back to the stable without me; I'v-e been very thoughtless." s "Hl-ow~ much longer shall you r ay hi at Tanglewood, Miss Farrell?" "Unhappily," she sighed, "I must p leave on the early tranin tojeorrow, to k ' oin the Rolands in New init." d "You don't want to go ?" "I'nimuaf an Amieric-an, Mi', Amber. I've learned to love the counitry al- a -ready, Biesides, we start imlmedliately a .for San Francisco, andl it'll be such II .a little while before I'll 1)e in Ind~ia." f' "You don't care for India?" .v "I've known it for less than six a years, but already I've come to hati tasthoroughly as any exiled Engli-h woman there, It sits ther'e like a t a great, insatiable monster, devouring, English lives. Indirectly it was re-t sponsible for my mother's deoath; shte F never recovered from the illness she contracted when my father was sta- r r tioned in the Deccan. In the course I - of time it will kill my father, jutst as g iit did his fat-her and hits elder br-other, a a It's a crunel, hateful, ungrateful land F t -not without the price we pay for- it." o "I know how you feel," he sid with sympathy. "It's been a good mtany Syears since I visited India, andl of t course I then saw and heard little of in the darker side, Your peoole are ti brave enough, out there."n "They are. I don't knowv about gov- e ernent; but its servants are loyal ( and devoted and unselfish and cheer'- a 'N - ) VANCL BOWI."r LTC. And I don't at all understand," added in confusion, "why I should ee decided to inflict upon you my otional hatred of the country. Your 3stion gave me the opening, and orgot myself." 'I assure you I was thoroughly >cked, Miss Farrell." 'Will you tell me something?" 'If I can." 'About the man who wouldn't ac owledge knowing you? You remem r saying three people had been mis ten about your identity this after- 1 an."c 'No, only one-the babu. You're I mistaken-" 'I knew you must be David Amber I 3 moment I heard you speaking t di." 9 'And the man at the station wasn't t staken-uiless I am. He knew ine (I ifectly, I believe, but for reasons t his own refused to recognize me." t 'Yes--?" 'II. was an English servant named ggott, who is-or on1ce was-a valet the service of an old friend, a Lm1 naned Ru1tton." She repeated the name: "Rutton? seems to me I've heard of him." 'You have?" 'I don't remernber," she confessed, Itting her level brows. "The name s a familiar ring, somehow. But out the valet?" '\ell, I wasivery intimate with his iployei' for a long time, though we ven't met for several years. Rut i was a strange creature, a man of traordinary genius. who lived a endless, solitary life-at least, so as I knew; I once lived with him a little place he had in Paris for ce months and in all that time he ver received a letter or a caller. He ,s reticent about himself, and I ver asked any questions, of course, t in spite of the fact that he spoke glish like an Englishman and was a blic school man, apparently, I al .ys believed he had a strain of Hun ran blood in him-or else Italian Spanish. I know that sounds pret broad, but he was enigmatic-a rid I never managed to make much Aside from that he was wonder a linguist, speaking a dozen ropean languages and more east a tongues and dialects, I believe, an any other living man. We met accident in Berlin and were drawn gether by our common interest in lentalism. Later, hearing I was in tris, he hunted me ip and insisted at I stay with him there while fin iing my big book-the one whose le you know. His assistance to a then wvas lnvaluable. After that lost track of him." "And the valet?" "Oh. I'd forgotten Doggott. Hie was cockney, as silent and self-containe'd Rutton. . . . To get back to okomis: I met Doggott at the sta 'in, called him by name, and he r sed to admit knowing me--sald I uist have mistaken him for his twin 'other. I could tell by his eyes that lied, andl it madle mle wvonder. It's iito implhossible that Rutton should In this nieck of the woods; lhe was man who preferredl to live a hieri'lt centers of civilization. . . . Cu ouis!" "I dIon't wonder you think so. Per 3.s the man hiad been upl to some ischief. . . .Bunt," said the girl ith a note of regret, "we're almost >ime!" They had come to the seawvard Prge' of the woodland, wher'e the -ees antd scrub rose like a wild hedge tw on one side of a broad, w~ell otalled highway. To the r'ight, Oin the other side of ic road,~ a rustic fence Lselosed the imi, well-gree~med plantations of anglewood Lodge; through the dead mhbs a window of the house winkea the sunset( glow like an eye of gar et. And as the two appeared a man hme ri'ti ng lip the roadl, shioutinlg. '"Thiat's Quain! " criedl Amber; and 'nt a long ci'y of gireeting toward "Walt!" said the girl impulsively, Ltting out a dletalning hand. "Le~t's CCI) (our secriet," she begged, hier eyes aincing-"just for the funi of it!" "01u1 seret!" "Ab~out the biabui and the Token; it's lilt of mystery and~ romanece to mae nd( we dlon't ofteni find that in our ves, (1( we? Let us5 keel) it Personal >r a while--between ourselves; andl All will piromnise to lot me know if nythling unusual ever comes of it, fter' I've gone. We can say that I 'as ridling carelessly, whIch Is quite 'lie, and that tho horse shied andl irewv mue, which again is trule; but 'ie rent for ourselves only..,, leae.. .. What do you say?" lie was Infected by her sp)irit of ir 3spionslblle mischief. "Why, yes say yen," lie replied; and then, more ravely: "I think lt'll be very pleas it to share a secret with you, Miss arrell. I shan't nay a word to any rio, uintil I have to." As events tuirnied he had no need a mention~ the incidlent until the torning of the seventh day following io girl's dlepartuire. In the interim othing happened and he was able to ijoy some excellent shooting with uain, his thoughts undIsturbed by ay further appar.ance of te babu But on the seventh morn-ing It be ame evide3nt that, a burglary had een visited upon the home of his josts. A window had been forced in he rear of the house and a trail of iurnt watches and candle-grease be ween that entrance and the door of timber's room, together with the oinewhat curious circumstance that iothing whatever was missing from he personal effects of the Quains, orced him to make an explanation. 'or his own belongings had been ifled and the bronze box alone ab tracted-still preserving its secret. In its place Amber found a soiled lip of note paper inscribed with the ound, unformed handwriting of the abu: "Pardon, sahib. A mistake has een made. I seek but to regain that vhich is not yours to possess. There vill be naught else taken. A thou and excuses from your hmbl. obt. vt., Behari Lal Chatterji." CHAPTER ill. Marooned. A cry in the windy dusk; a sudden, ollow booming overhead; a vision of ountless wings in panic, sketched in lack upon a background of dulled liver; two heavy detonations and, ith the least of intervals, a third; iree vivid flashes of crimson and old stabbing the purple twilight; and lien the acrid reek of smokeless rifting into Amber's face, while from ie sky, where the V-shaped flock had een, two stricken bundles of blood tained feathers fell slowly, fluttering. Shotgun poised abreast, his keen yes marking down the fall of his rey, Amber stood without moving, xultation battling with a vague re iorse in his bosom-as always when e killed. Quain, who had dropped ack a pace after firing but one shot nd scoring an unqualified miss at lose range, now stood plucking clum ily, with half frozen fingers, at an ibstinate breechlock. "Just my beastly luck!" he growled It wouldn't 've been me if-! How aany 'd you pot, Davy?" "Only two," said Amber, lowering kls weapon, extracting the speni hells, and reloading. "Only two!" The information roused n Quain a demon of sarcasm. "Only o 7N They Had Come to the two! Hlow many 'd you expect i drop, on a snap-shot like that?" "Twvo," returned Amber so piatient1 that Quain relue'stedl him, explosivel to go to the devil. "if you don't mind he said, "I'll go after my ducks I stead. You'll follow? They're ov there, on our way." Fifty yardls or so away he found tl' (lucks, side by side in a little hollm~ "Pine fat birds," lhe adjudgedl thei sagely. Satisfaction glimmering in hi grave (lark eyes, he lingered in t L hollowv, while the frosty air, whippin madly through the sand lills, stunm his face till it glowed beneath tli brown. But presently, like the gho! of a forgotten kiss, something moni: and chill touched gently his che('l andl was gone. Startled, lhe glance skyward, thien extended an a watching it curiously while the roug fabric of his sleeve was salted geu erously with fine white flakes. Tlhoug to some extent alprehiendled (they' ha been blind indeed to have igniored~ th menace of the dour day just the dying) snowv had figured ini their ca culations as little as th'e scarcity game. Amber wonderedl dimly if wvould work a change ini their plan: prove an obstacle to their safe r< turn across the bay. The flurry thickening in the air, shade of anxiety colored his moot "Thiis'll never do!" lie declared, an ret himself to ascend a nearby duni Behind him a meager strip of san held back a grim andl angry se'a; b< fore him lay an eighth of a mile< sand-locked desolation, and then tim weltering bay-a wide two nilles< leaping, shouting waves, slate-colore but white of crests. Beyond, seen dimly as a wall through driving sheets of snow, were the darkly wooded rises of the mainland. But, in the gloom, their little cat boat lay occult to his searching gaze. Qualn's voice recalling him, he turn ed to discover his host stumbling through a neighboring vale, and obey ing a peremptory wave of the elder man's hand, descended, accompanied by an avalanche in miniature. "Better hurry," shouted Amber, as soon as he could make himself heard above the screaming of the gale. "Wind's freshening; it looks like mean weather." "Really?" Quain fell into step at his side. "You 'stonish me. But the good Lord knows I'm willin'. Where about's the boat?" "Blessed if I know: over yonder somewhere," Amber told him, waving toward the bay-shore an arm as vaguely helpful as his information "Thank you so much. Guess I can find her all right. Hump yo'self, Davy." They plodded on heavily, making fair progress in spite of the hindering sand. A little later they came to the wa ter's edge and proceeded steadily along it, Quain leading confidently. Eventually he tripped over some ob stacle, stumbled and lurched forward and recovered his balance with an effort, then remained with bowed head, staring down at his feet. "Hurt yourself, old man?" "No!" snapped Quain rudely. "Then what in-" "Eh?" Qualn roused, but an in stant longer looked him blankly in the eye. "Oh," he added brightly "oh, she's gone." "The boat-?" "The boat," affirmed Quain, too dis couraged for the obvious retort un gracious. He stooped and caught up a frayed end of rope, exhibiting it in witness to his statement. "Ain't it hell?" he inquired plaintively. He cast the rope from him in dis dain und wheeled to stare baywards. "There!" he cried, leveling an arm to indicate a dark and fleeting shadow upon the storm-whipped water. "There she goes-not 300 feet off. It can't be Bewad egeofth7oolad o ie iutssic sewokd)os rSeaw ly. Verg of "tut Wfoshdlhd. sthe stands," hewmnde uucky,!h e. andomshore;lehepiit hotein pte toh .lorn hope, "she'll go aground in anotl a er fivo miniutes-andl I know jus where. I'll go afpoer her." s "The deuce you will ! How ?" e "There's an 01(1 skimmy up thi g shore a ways." Already Quain wa g moving off in search of it. "Notice e her this morning. Daresay she leak t like a si('ve, but at worst the waters t pretty shoal inshore, hereabout." ,"[Damn!" Qlan brought up shor dI with a shin barked against a thwar j, of the row boat ho hadl been seeking h and in recognition of the mishap lib i- orally insulted his luck. h Amber, knowing that his hurl d was 'is inconsiderable as his ill-temn e pce', which was more than half-feigne< n to mask his anxiety, laughed quietly I- meanwhile inispeeting their find wvitl f a critical eye. t "You dlon't seriously mean to put of i, in this craz.y hen-coop, do you?" h< m- asked. "Just precisely that. It's the oni: a way." I. "It is simiple madness. I 'won't-" d "You don't want to stay here al !>. night, do you?'' dI "No, but-" y. "Well, then, lend us a hand ami >f don't standl there grumbling. iii e thankful for what you've got, which i: >f me and my enterprise." Together they put their, shouldet to the bows of the old, flat-bottomed rowboat, wffh incredible, exertions up rooting it from its ancient bed, and at length had it afloat. Panting, Quain mopped his forehead with a handkerchief much the worse for a day s association with gun grease, and peered beneath his hand into the murk that veiled the bay. "There she is," he declared confi dently: "aground." He pointed. "I'll fetch up with her in no time." But Amber could see nothing in the least resembling the catboat, and said so with decision. "I'm coming, too," Amber said quietly. "The hell you aret D'you wart sink us? What do you t."-%v tlo. anyway-an excursion steun.- . stay where you are and-I -i. care of this till I come bL .X, oi. . good fellow." He thrust the butt of his shotgun into Amber's face, and the latter, seizing it, was rewarded by a vigor. ous push that sent him back half a dozen feet. At the same time the painter slipped from his grasp and Quain, lodging an end of the ell-pot stake on the hard sand bottom, put his weight upon it. Before Amber could recover, the boat had slid off and was melting swiftly into the shad ows. After a bit Quain's voice came back: "Don't fret, Davy. I'm all right." Amber cupped hands to mouth and sent a cheerful hail ringing in re sponse. Simultaneously the last, least, indefinite blur that stood for the boat in the darkness, vanished in a swirl of .now; and he was alone with the storm and his misgivings. Twenty minutes wore wearily away. Falling ever more densely, the snow drew an impenetrable wan curtain be tween Amber and the world of life and light and warmth; while with each disconrdant blast tho strength of the gale seemed to wax, its high hysteric clamor at times drowning even the incessant deep bellow of the ocean surf. Once Amber paused in his patrol, having heard, or fancying he had heard, the staccato plut-plut-plut of a marine motor. On impulse, with a swelling heart, lie swung his gun skywards and pulled both triggers. The double report rang in his ears loud as a thunderclap. In the moments that followed, while he stood listening, with every fiber of his being keyed to attention, the sense of his utter isolation chilled his heart as with cold steel. A little frantically he loaded and fired again; but what at first might have been thought the faint far echo of a hail he in the end set down reluc tantly to a trick of the hag-ridden wind. An hour passed, punctuated at fre quent intervals by unshots. Though they evoked no any sort, hope for Quain di d in ,km 's heart. Resolutely he turned to a cou sideration of his owu plight and problematic way of escape. His understanding of his situation was painfully accurate; he was ma roonedI upon what a flood tide made a desert island but which at the ebb was a peninsula-a long and narrow strip of sand, bounded on the west by the broad shallow channel to the ocean, on the east connected with the mainland by a sandbar which half the dlay lay submerged. (TO mE CONTINUED.) QUEENS BOROUGH TIN HORSES How Nightmares, Hobbies and i. les -of Beer Were Put on the City's Pay Roli. "What's all this talk I hear about tin horses in Queens borough?" "I'm surprised at your ignorance. Tin horses are a mere term used to designate equines which never exist. ed, part of a graft game." "Explain some more, please." "WVell, it was like this. If a fellow with a pull wanted seome extra money he would have a couple of nightmares, report to the powers that be that he had a team, and they would be hired, at so much a day, for city work." "Did all of the grafters have to have mares?" . "0, no; one of the gang had his wife's twvo clothes horses, drawing full t pay." y "lie was a genius." "Yes, another man had a hobby I about not wanting to work, his son had a hobby horse, and so he doubled Sthem up and sent in bills for a team, at least, so I hear." - "Trhat's interesting." t "Yes, rather. There was a rumor going around the other day that a man who owned a pair of ponies of beer also figured in the game." "I suppose if one of the gang's wife and daughters Cwned pony skin coats they could have got on the pay rolU -too." "Sure tihing; it was a pony skin game, all the way through." "And all that these take horses ever drew was pay?" "That's true, although they have set tongues a-wagging."--Brooklyn Times.+ The Siamese Cat, Siamese cats, with their curious markings andi loud, discordant voices, are favorite pets. In many respects these animals of Siamese breed are unique among fel ines. They follow their owners like dlogs; they are exceedingly affection. ate and insist upon attention, and - they mow loudly and uonstantly, as ii trying to talk.. They have more vivao ity and less dignity than usually fall. 1to the lot of cats. In color they vary fro, through shades of brown There are two varieties, Scats and the palace cats, pal difference between the th'at the palace breed is color.