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THE FORT MILL TIMES ; Published Every Thursday. FORT MkLL, SOUTH CAROLINA I The Girl of I My Dreams : I tA Novalliation of the Play by* I ( I Wilbur D. Neabit and Otto Hauerbach P wiiBUR D. NESBIT lj; JU-.il SYNOPSIS. C i r Harry Swlfton Is expecting a visit from * hJs fiancoe. Luny Medders. a Quakeress 0 whom he met In the country. His auto crashes Into another machine containing a beautiful woman and a German count. L The woman's hat Is ruined and Harry escapes. His sister. Caroline, arrives at his home to play hostess. Socrates Primmer. cousin of Lucy'B, arrives with a j hat Intended as a present for Lucy. Harry Is trailed to his home by the Count and Mrs. Gen. Blazes, who demands her ^ hat, a duplicate of which she says has been delivered at Harry's house. She Is a In great feur lest her husband hear of j. her escapade. Lucy Medders and her father arrive and the count Is hidden In b one room and Mrs. Blazes In another. ^ Harry Is forced to do some fancy lying to 1 keep Lucy from discovering the presence of tne woman. The milliner. Daphne Daf- j, flngton, who proves to be an old flame of 4" Harry's, arrives to trace the missing du- t' plicate hat and more complications en- f us. t! CHAPTER V.?(Continued.) s "No," Harry blundered. "It's for i another woman." d Daphne drew herself up with the pose of a tragedy queen. j t "Aha!" Ehe 6aid, In denunciatory _ tones. "So you'ro up to your old t tricks, are you?" g Harry wilted at that, and could v make no sufficient reply. "Well," Daphne decided, "I'll make you the hat?on one condition. I'll g) pet It finished this afternoon, provided that you and I?Just our two little h selves?shall have one of our old time t, cozy, comfy dinners tonight." c*( Harry was aghast. This was too j. much. The more he tried to get out ' of his trouble the more new troutdes (( were invented for him. p "Daphne," he said, "I?I 6imply p] can't do that." "Two years ago," Daphne reminded p] Mm. "you would have jumped at the chance to have the dinner, aud never ^ have bothered about the hat." "I know, but, Daphne, it is impossible. You see. these guests will be here, and I can't be away when 1 (] should be entertaining them." "They won't miss you." Daphne n said, cruelly. "You're not so very en- I tertaining." Jj "I know it?aud I'm at my worst today. So," with a hopeful cadence in his voice, "you get me the hat and . we'll have that little dinner some oth er evening." "No dinner tonight, no hat today." [ was Daphne's ultimatum, when from | somewhere 1n the house caine the voices of Lucy and Carolyn calling to J jjj Ilarry. "Great Scott!" he muttered. "This f thing's getting worse! They mustn't .i: see you here." | , "They?" Daphne asked. "Who are | they?" | "One Is my sUter; the other is?the jjjj other girl." jjlj "Oh, goodness. Harry!" Daphne al- Jrnoet wept "I didn't mean tj get you into trouble. Hide inc. hide me! Heavens! If there should be any talk about me?just when tny millinery business Is doing so Llcely. You "" ought to be ashamed to allow an Innocent girl to take such chances as thl8" fh But Harry was hurrying her toward ^ the library door. At first he had un- dj consciously started her toward the ,v r\thor ramamhprf nc? f V/IUVI VUV| UUl AAVk t VV v? , . V4MV 0 that Mrs. Blazes was there. He mately directed her to go into the library, and then said in a hasty whisper: it "Don't pay any attention to the roan in there. Just hide yourself in there a few minutes, and I'll get the ngirls to go back downstair^ on some ty. pretext." 1C As the door closed on Daphne he left the rcom and so he did not hear from the library the vo.ee of the t{, Count saying: fr, "Veil, py gracious! Liddle Daphne." tjj Nor the amazed tone of Daphne a.she exclaimed: t0 "Why, Count! What are you doing here?" ?:? ly; CHAPTER VI. For a time there was siier.ce in '.ha J vi, room. Then the door of one room t ou opened and Mrs. Blazes peered anx- j pjC. iously forth. an "1 wonder why he is so long getting that hat." she said to hcrseir. j Kn The door across from her began , to open, and she hurriedly dashed | br hack and closed her door. The Count and Daphne came from the library 1 b: "Indeed." Daphne said, "he might m; have told me you were in there But maybe he meant it as a surprise to inj me." , he She simpered and peeped rogu:sh.y 1 a at tho. Count. "I hope," the Count, said, "it vas a hl< surprise. To think dot now ve ha!T a meetings." pe "The pleasure is all yours, sweet be noble of teutonic blood," said Daphne. Ot with fine sarcasm. The Count lookod at her with piQue. nit shaking his head mournfully. otl "To thick!" he sighed. "After all bli I spend on you. den you leave me ^ st: rattrng ?or yon fn such <Sisg?acerulicss on der corner!" Daphne tried to explain. "Honest, County," she said, at which jet name he flinched. "Honest, Coun:y, I didn't mean to disappoint you, jut a traveling gentleman I hadn't seen for a long time came through, md as I hadn't seen him for so long, [ went to supper with him. You see, ' he trouble with you and me was the vay we talked. Half the time I ouldn't understand you and the other lalf you couldn't understand me." Th^ Count looked at her blankljr. rler explanation cHd not explain at all. "Such a deceltfulness!" he unid. . 'And after I gave you my ring. How lared you keep it?" The Count's haughty Indignation >ver her having kept his ring was j lnctured with a iittle twinge of contcience over the fact that, separated rom them by only a thin door, was mother lady to whom, that very day, le had given a similar ring. The lount had the habit of "wishing on" a ing, as an incident of his various fliratlons. And no sooner did he wish It in then he began to wish it back. "I didn't keep your old ring!" )aphne retorted. i "You didn't?" "No. I gave it; away to a gentleman rlcnd." "Vat!" the Count asked, In noble orror. "You gave my beaudlful ring i ,vay. Ach! To think of it, mit all i Is family unt historical significance, ting on der finger of some common er6on!" "Indeed," Daphne snapped. "He < onv norcnn I tt'nnt vnu o know. Me is the head of a noble amily, a respected citizen and a par- : icular admirer of mine." The Count regarded her with an icy i tare as he said crushingly: "I am afraid den he iss not so par- j 1 leu'ar as he might be." For a moment the very air was ense between them. The Count iared at Daphne, and Daphne rejrned his glare with fiery interest. ! he leaned over until her sharp nose < as within three inche3 of his face, nd said to him in razory accents: "You can't insult me. I've been in- 1 Jlted by experts!" The Count jumped as though he 1 ad been pricked by a pin. This set- ? eg of him down as a nonentity, ac- : jmpanied by a sharp snap of the ' nger, was a bit more cavalier treat- t 1 ient than he had ever received. He j 1 " ?' r?# nntViinrr in aair I r? mh 1V ! JUJU UiililV U1 JIULiUU?> IU aai ?*? * aphne, now thoroughly angry, went 1 5: \ . "I want you to understand that Genral Blazes?" * "You gave my ring to Cheneral lazes!" the Count gasped. s "Sure," Daphne replied. "Meln Gott 1m hlmrael!" 1 With one of hLs rings on the Gen- 3 ral's finger and the other on the lufui 11 liip fi11 lu ^.i niiimt "ti.IT ft j ^ | The Idea!" She Ejaculated. "I Won't t Breathe the Same Air With That s German Foreigner!" j iger of the General's wife, the J ought was too much. The fount I opped limply into a chair and ! agged his head grimly. "Roth rings in der same family! ^ ?h, CJott!" he murmured. . Harry hurried into the room, and ^ opped in astonishment at sight of ^ em. "Here!" he exclaimed. "vou shouldI \) t have come out here. Get back In 1 f e library for a minute and then I'll j ' t you escape." ^ He smiled easily now. for he he- , veri he had arranged matters ?o at he could eliminate these people .. Dm his home and have some peace -. e rest of the day. q Daphne and the Count meekly ecrcd the library, and Harry ran to c e door of his bedroom and was c out to open It when be beard Caro- ; a calling him: "Oh Harry, where are you?" Mrs. Blazes, hearing him at her ti or. opened it and was now renting ,, t. when, to her utter astonishment i shoved her back into the noni d pulled the door to. D "I'm coming," he called to Carolyn. d hurried out again. Simutancously the d. or of the 11- rj ary opened, and Daphne emerged. "The idea!" sho ejaculated. "I won't euthe the same air with that Gerin fcr< Igner!" Then the heard some or.e approach- rr g th" room, and consternation seized a r. She looked nervously about lor ;.!nce of concealment. "Where can 1 hide? Where can 1 y le?" she wailed. b The- voices came nearer, and des rate'y she rushed to the door ol the h droom wherein was Mrs. Diazes, fl ,ening the door, she dashed In. With mutual exclamations of recogion she r.nd Mrs. Diazes saw each , ier. And tho doc- was still trein- gi ng shut when Lucy and iiarry la oiled into the den. oi bisters m affliction and advrrsuy, Mrs. Diazes and Daphne were not long In confiding to each other. In bated whispers, the reasons for their pres ence. Daphne's position was one well calculated to upset her nerves. Outside were two men with whom the had flirted, one of whom wanted s ring he had given her and which she had presented t? the husband of the lady with whom she was talking On the other hand. Mrs. Diazes waa not happily situated. Without a per feet duplicate of her hat she felt that she could not go home. She could not leave the room now, to go home, anyway. And now. locked in with her, ws.s the only person who could make a duplicate of her hat. "What are we to do?" she tearfully asked Daphne. "Be cjuiet and listen to what goes on out there," Daphne told her. "Mr. Swifton is just as anxious to get us out as we are to get out. If some one else doesn't drop in and have to be hidden 1 think he will work it some way." "Well, if I get out of here undiscovered," said Mrs. Blazes, raising her hand to wipe away a tear, "I'll never flirt again." Daphne's sharp eyes saw a familiar ring on her finger. "What a lovely ring, Mrs. Blazes!" she dissimulated. "Did your husband give It to you?" "What? Oh, this ring?" Mrs. Blazes answered guiltily, folding her other hand about It carelessly, so as to conceal it. "Oh. no, that's just a ring that belongs to a friend of mine." Daphne could not understand It, and yet she could not ask any more quesHons. She contented herself with saying: "I've heard that sometimes rings brought bad luck." CHAPTER VII. When Harry and Lucy strolled Into the den. just after Daphne had suc:eeded in getting Into the room with Mrs. Blazes, they were followed by Mr. Meddcrs. Mr. Medders was flndng many things to Interest him in Harry s norae. t uis was me nrsi time le had ever been where he might launter from room to room and eximine pictures, books and bric-a-brac ?many of which were of a kind that vere not popular In his own environnent. "Oh, Harry," Lucy said /'this Is Just he most delightful visit!" "I'm doing everything I can to make t pleasant for you, and I hope nothing tappens to spoil it," Harry *aid. Medders, moving about the den, itopped at the door of the library. j "What is in theye, my boy?" he isked. "I haven't been in that room et." "There?" Harry repeated, nervously. 'Oh, that's just a junk room." "Thee means a bunk room." Lucy orrected him, mischievously. "Yes," Harry said. "It's a Junk >unk room." > ? 1.1 t?_ ^ f ,1 ,1 ?"n Innb YUIIJJ, saiu i.TlI. .nt'UUCIS, ** juun >unk room must be Interesting." And before Harry could stop him he tad opened the door and started la, inly to step back and say: "Why, there is some one in here." "Is there?" Harry asked, affecting lurprise, hastily trying to think how >ig ihe headlines would be in tho lapers the next day. "Why, who can it be?" Lucy asked. Harry, feeling that all was lost, still acked his brain for some half-way easonable explanation of the pres:nce, as he thought, of Daphno aa veil as the Count, iu his library. "Why, you see," he began, "they? hey are?" "They?" Medders said. "There la inly one man in here." Harry was lost for language ana icreft of thought when the Count talked majestically from the door. Co one else could be seen In tho Ibrary. Harry looked swiftly through he doorway Into every corner of that oom. asking himself: "Where the ickcns has she gone?" She was no longer mere, mat mucn >as certain. And he turned to see he Count bowing .stiffly to Mr. Meders and Lucy. The Count held a ook in his hand, and as his head ose from one of his deep bows he ,inked earnestly at Harry?a helprul. riendly wink, which was as though said for hint not to worry, that the 'ounr would back him up in any (cry he told. "I beg your nardor." Harry '.allied i had quite forgotten the Count. Mi-s lenders, Mr. Medders, this Is U.o 'ount von Fitz." The Count bowed beautifully. Lucy ourteHed, her father shook the cunt's hand?and still ev r;. thing as r.ot explained. "And is the gentleman thy instrnc>r. perhaps?" M u :-u - asked, noting v.* bcok the Ccun' held, and associut:g i" .vith the lar-t ;ha. the Count had em in the library. Harry fairly bubbbd with joy at :: . helpful su?g> s'ioh. all paeonciously given b\ Medders. "\e-." he said, "lie is my G> rmati itor " ?t<? r.i: coxTTN*fFr?.) ^Vhat He Mear.t. I thought irom what you said to ic yesterday that old Sk.ids had .c-: 11 his money?.. -What did I say?" "Why. you said that the las: time ou saw him he was at the end of is rope " "Oh! You see the last time i saw 1m he was just finishing a campaign igar someone had given him " Always the Best Way. it takes courage to keep quiet and 0 on It is not an easy way. but It 1 the way which, having taken, g:i ae ever regret*. [ , 3E5j How a "Sacrec Sudden Affeeti Gi!hespie King Airican TribeDusky Harem 1 Throne, and Jl Wives Made It Him That He H Country. } ~ "Cursed bo the man. the poorest wretch In lifd? The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife." Tbis was written of the henpecked husband with one wife?but to have sixteen sucn tyrants iurever uag- j ging at your soul, even the poet could not do justice to the feelings of Hugh Edward Gilhesple, an Englishman, who fled from a perfectly good African throne to escape the nightly curtain lectures of his sixteen "beloveds." He was literally henpecked off the throne by this "anvil chorus." Stranger adventures probably never befel a man, even in the realms of Action, than have been the lot of this native of Newcastle. England. While hunting in the jungle in Rritlsh East Africa, he fell asleep and was captured by the "black men," who took him before their king. He fought that potentate and "licked" him; became the ruler in his stead, because of the attachment for him of a sacred monkey ,and entered into full royal possession, including a dusky harem. And his sixteen wives, according to his own statement, "henpecked" him off the throne and out of the "kingdom.' Cilhespie's mates on the Royal Prince, an African coast trading vessel on which the ex-king is second engineer, corroborate his story in many Cr-crtich. KJi no uriaus. ucaiucr, iur man still retains that furtive look which marks the man with the "tyrant wife"?or wives?the world over. Even as he told the story of strange adventure he would cast worried glances over his shoulder, as if fearful that In New York his former jueens might appear at any moment. By HUGH EDWARD GILHESPIE. I was born in Newcastle, England, and served my apprenticeship at Hawthornes. Nine years ago?I am now twenty-eight?I entered the service of the Prince line. At the time of my adventure I was, as I am now, the second engineer on the Iloyal Prince, trading from Mombasa to New York. ; 1 had often touched at East African ports, aud for a long time had wanted to do some big game shooting. 1 want to say right now, though, that i my desires along that line are fully j satisfied. Never again will I desert j the paths of civilization. I might be ! made king again. Ugh! Hut to continue with my story. At I Mombasa I obtained the necessary leave, and with a guide set out for the jungle. We soon came upon the trail of elands, and followed It ior some nours. Eventually, when the trail became stronger, my guide suggested that we separate so that we could come on the game from two sides. We followed this plan, and hence my "kingly'?and henpeckedadventure. For an hour 1 followed the track of the game, and then found that I was lost. I shouted and fired my gun sev- | eral times, In the hopes that the guide i wstild hear me, but all to no purpose. I was lost, and so had to make the test of It. For a time I tried to retrace my steps, but only made matters , worse, and evidently had wandered far into the jungle. When . linost worn ' out by hunger and ray long tramp. 1 lay down for a little rest. Lands on King's Solar Plexus. I don't know how long I had been asieep, v.iu'n i was dWHKcnou by a rough shake of the shoulder. I opened ir.y eyes, and there before rne, stood j the most villainous bunch of natives it has e\?r befallen to my lot to see. ; They had already taken possession of j my rifle and revolver, so that when I they motioned for me to follow their leadc-r there was nothing else to do. Besides. I v.as so nearly famished that I would have gone anyhow in the hope that they would give me something tc eat. The march led to their village, and i there 1 was presented to the king, a big black "bullet head" Individual who sat in an old arm chair, probably se- I cured from some seaport town. Over i this chair was thrown a lion s skin. The natives kowtowed to their mon- ; arch, and bade me do likewise. 1 i wouldn't make an obeisance, and by j signs so declared. Then the) tried ; to force me to bow. Instead, they started about the prettiest little row ; you ever saw. When I finished with that r rt-w three of tliem were Jtretch- ! i td out cold before the royal throne ' and half a dozen others were nurs- | ( lng oadly bruised faces. ] At this point his majesty took a i band in the fracas, and for real nerve you have got to hand It to that black j ] man. But be lacked the training, or i else 1 might not be here to tell the < tale. Six times he rushed me, and 1 each time I stretched him out with a < ?i r r Monkey's on Made Hu^h of a Cannibal -Inheriting the with the ten How the 16 So Hot for ad to Flee the f '* ? I stiff right to the Jaw. Rut always he was back looking for more, and I was getting a bit winded in the fight. When he tried to close with me. however, I landed on his solar plexus and he went out for the count?and hen some. Monkey to "Blame" for Throne. When I had "knocked out" the king I expected that all his subjects would rush me and try to kill me; that they didn't I have only fate to thank. As the scowls I'.itherr.d hlnel-osf on those dusky faces a little monkey that had been sitting on the arm of the chair? the throne, I mean?ran out to where I was standing and, jabbering as if it had met an old friend, climbed up to my shoulder, nestling contentedly against my cheek. That instant a great change came over the "populace." As one man the natives prostrated themselves before There stood before me a most villainous bunch of natives. me. beating their heads on the ground : and uttering weird cries that fright- 1 ened me more than had the light. After this had kept up for a few mo- ' raents an old chap with a big stafT. the head carved in the shape of a i strange bird, came toward me and kowtowed. Then he pointed to me and next to tjhe throne. Finally It be- : 1 gan to dawn upon me that I had been ' chosen to succeed the king I had just 1 "deposed." 1 As I walked toward the throne the 1 natives chanted some sort of a song 1 that made nn* regret I had a cultivated ear tor music I didn't wonder that it brought all the men, women and children who had missed the fight rushing to tnr scene. nor tnat unaer < its influence the former king?I was really "It" now?returned to con sciousnoss. Hp cave one look at me as I Fat perilled on the throne, the monkey still clir.sina to iny shoulder, and I then lie looked in the direction of the 1 "palace" door Just back of the throne II" didn't wait for any parting words, but with a shriek that threatened to endanger my iar drums fled to the for at. His dep.irt.ure was hastened bil lit. Mb i mer subjects sent after him. Sixteen Eiack Wives in Doorway. After he had disappeared among the trees 1 looked curiously about me. As my glance reached the doorway of my "palace" the sight caused me to half rise. There, in a semi-circle in the doorway, sat sixteen women?the | blackest I had ever seen. Their skirts of red flowered calico, cut short and on the bia3, were about their only article of apparel, unless one would include under that name their anklets. 1 bracelets and nose rings and earrings 1 of brass. Then about the neck of each hung great necklaces of lion's i teeth. It was qui'o evident, i figured judging from the number each woman wore, tha' lions' teeth were away above par in my new kingdom. ^ As I looked at them?and they re- 1 turned my glances with wifely grins c ? 1 began to think I had been mistak- a en in my premise that the old king ^ had fled from fear of me. It looked as if he had seen a good chance to duck" from those sixteen queens and ^ had taken it. I almost envied him 3 right tben. and before my three 1 weeks on the throne were up my en- o t-y was unadulterated?it was green- i 'J ?yed. ! f Put nt that moment my chief thought was l'ood. so I bade tits medicine man, who understood a' fewwords of English, to hurry through the initiatory ceremony and have my "chef" prepare me some food instanter. As I ravenously devoured the fruit and baked ground nuts that were brought to me, the old man in his sadly damaged English informed me how 1 came to be made king It seems that the monkey, which had perched on my shoulder, was a sort of a personification of a god the natines worshiped, and which lived in the jungle When the monkey ran out to me and climbed up my sleeve, it was a sign, so the natives thought, that the god had chosen me for their ruler. Here I was king, and it looked to me as if I had best exercise the prepogatives of my office until I had a chance to get hack to civilization Besides, I was a bit curious to see just what kind of a king I would make. So I decided to stay on the job, for a while anyhow. Haggling for Lions' Teeth On. That night I retired to my palace, a hut built of weeds and grasses. My queens, whose apartments were in two huts separated from the palace, did not bother me that night, but the next morning, when I started out for a stroll, all sixteen crowded around. The ringleader, or, I should say, m> supposed ravorea wire?she was toe fattest, and In African social circles that is the mark of beauty in women ?acted as spokeswoman. I couldn't understand a word she said, so called my friend the medicine man and he, with much kowtowing. Interpreted. Sennenneh?that was my "favorite's" name; it means "peace." but I think Sen's father must have laughed in ghoulish glee at the practical joke he was playing on some poor, unfortunate man when he named her ?Sennenneh called me the "light of the sun" and other pretty names. I was suspicious all the time that she wasn't complimenting me for nothing, and when she pointed to those lions' teeth that encircled her fat neck and the fifteen others followed suit. 1 knew I was I? for trouble. There followed a lot of gibberish which was interpreted as meaning that my sixteen wives expected me to show my appreciation of their devotion by providing more lions' teeth. Talk about a man being henpecked by one wife! \ I had sixteen, and they had the art of <yirtaiL lectures down to about the finest point imaginable. Of course, 1 tried to stop them, hut there are some things that even a king is powerless to do. and that was one of them. Finally, with my jead swimming from the concentrates chatter of my harem, I fled to iny throne. There I rested in peace, but when the fear of fever in the night air finally drove me back to the palace the whole harem vented its pent up spleen upon iny poor head. Henpecked Off Throne. It was terrible, and so one night, after 1 had been tempted to murder about sixteen of them?meaning all?I slipped out the palace door with my rifle In my hand and silently fled through the forest?literally henpecked off my throne. I had gone but a few yards when I heard a noise behind me and the sacred monkey came running down the path As I picked it up a sound smote my ears that made my blood run cold. It was made by my sixteen wives in hot pursuit of their deserting husband. I took but on:) glance toward the clearing in front of the pal ice; directly toward me the sixteen were headed. "Peace" in the lead. 1 waited for no more, but dived into the thick underbrush and ran for my life. All night 1 stumbled through the Jungle, with the monkey as my inly guide. The monkey was again my salvation, and it led me to a path that 1 followed all the next day. Ordained king of the tribe. ibout sunset, when I was famishing or food and water, I came on the amp of an English hunting party, nd Etaid with it until wo reached lombasa. It's a strange story, but it is true, tnd if Sophie?that is the sacred rnon ;ey's nurae now?could only speak, he would confirm every word of how was made a king and then henpecked ff my throne. I had royalty thrust ipon me, and ojo trial was enough, sever agaia!