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' ; ’ J ■ «.. / The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell, S. C„ Thursday, March 19, 1936 Storm By Domfofd Tates Copyright by Minton, Batch * Co. VVNC Service. vs CHAPTER VII—Continued —11 — IVhen I tolil Ii»‘r what I had hairned, Bliich, oxn>pt that m.v cousin was sale, ••as little enough — “ v \ *> must make for Yorick," stie •aid. “I’haraoh's stranded, and that will jtive me a chance—with my broth er. 1 mean. It' Valentine’s bored enouKh, 1 may be able to pet him to K<» away. If I offer him the Carlotta, he may see Hie point of a month at .Juan les-I’ins. resides, if we want your cousin, Yorick Is where he will be. He's certain to be watching the castle—It's all he can do. He probably visits Plumage, ns you did today. Hut he knows that when we return, it will be to Yorick Itself.” “Very good," said I. "I take it we drive to the door." “Oh, yes. It's safe enough now.” “You think you’ll get Valentine oft an early train?" "He keeps late hours. If I let him have the Carlotta, 1 might get him off tonight, lie’s a creature of Impulse, you know. Paint the toy bright enough, and he’ll want it at once. My Cod, John, I’ve got to do it. He simply must be gone before Pharaoh comes back." At length — “Why not go to Pommers?” I said. “And use your original plan? We've only to tind my cousin, and that should be easy enough. Pet Pharaoh go back to Yorick. And then one night we'll *eroKs the moat by the foot bridge and do him in." “I'm afraid to wait, my darling. If Pharaoh gets his foot In again, I think be'U play the card In his sleeve. He doesn't want to play It, but after to- alght he’ll feel that the luck’s against blm—and out it'll come. And the card that he's got In his sleeve Is putting ■y brother wise.” She drew In her breath. “Once Valentine knows of the gold. It’s no good killing Pharaoh, for three weeks later another will reign In bis stead. My brother will talk right •nd left. What's almost worse, he’ll •ever leave me alone, as long as there's 21) pounds left. So you lee, for that reason alone, Valentine must be gone before Pbaraoh comes hack." The miles streamed by In silence, •nd I think It was Just past midnight when I switched the Rolls off the road •nd Into the entrance drive. As our headlights illuminated the gateway, I saw that the curtains were gone and the gates were shut, hut a wicket in one of the leaves was open wide, and a servant was standing be side It. shading his eyes, lie had. of course, seen our from the por ter's lodge and had opened for 'Cap tain Failing.' as no doubt be had done before. As I brought the Rolls up to the wicket, I saw him start. Then be •pened the door for Ids mistress and bowed to the ground. “Come, John," said Helena quietly. She turned to the man. "Shut the wicket, Hubert, and wait In the lodge. Tiie car will stay there." In a flash she was in the courtyard, with Sabre and me behind. The doors were open, and Helena sped up the staircase which led to ttie principal rooms. In the hull the lights were burning, but from first to last l saw no other servants, and we after wards learned that the Count, at Pha raoh’s suggestion, bad sent them to bed every evening at half past ten. Helena's ear was fast to the library door. After a moment she passed to the dining-room. There for a moment she listened. Then her hand went out lo the handle and softly opened the door. A girl was standing on the table, re garding herself in the huge Italian mirror that hung on the wall. Her dress did not become her—it was so much finer than «<fie. The scene was too coarse to he comic. Some girl from the streets of Lass was frying on Helena's clothes. Champagne was on the table and on the floor. The Count was lying, flat on his back. His condition was most ipparent. To say he was drunk con veys nothing. Valentine, Count of Yorick, was down and out. The girl had seen us in the mirror. Her hands clapped fast to her cheeks, she was staring at Helcna’s're- Uection with starting eyes. To confirm the mirror's report, she shot us one glance of horror; then site crumpled and sank to the table, dragging the dress about her and shrinking as though from some vision which was but waiting to give her tin* judgment that she deserved. Helena went to her quickly and ibttehed her arm. “Don’t he afraid,” she said quietly. “If you do as I tell you, I'll see that you come to no harm." She turned to me, to speak English. “Can you get him on to the terrace •od bring him round?"' “I'll try," said I. “But I haven’t a lot of hope." With that, I picked up the Count •nd carried him out. But the fellow was too far gone. He would come to his senses in time, but nothing that I could do would hale them hack. As I sat back on my heels— “No good?" said Helena quietly. “Hopeless," said I. "He’s all In. He may come round by midday, but he won’t be tit to talk to for 24 hours.” As the words left ny mouth, the castle clock told us tfte time. A quarter past twelve. "We must get him away," said Hel ena. “Now, at once. There's a train that leaves Lass f^r Innsbruck at one o'clock. W« can’t put him aboard at Lass—he's too well known, but I guess the train stops at (Jola—that’s ten miles on. The girl will have to go with him and see that he conies to no harm." Although I could see that Ifr—w^s- drastic, I had then no idea how mon strous was-the action which she pro- posed. Her brother was her liege lord; when he succeeded her father, she was the first of his vassals to go on her knees, to put her hands between Ids. to swear to honor his person and ever maintain Ids freedofh and all Ids rights. And this wi\8 no matter of form. For better or worse, for more than five hundred years the body, of tile Count had been sacred In the eyes of Ids house. Times might change, hut not Yorick. Its motto held. On that handsome July night Helena snapped the tradition and broke her oath. Not a servant would have dared help her. After perhaps five minutes our plans were laid. Whilst Helena spoke with Mona, the girl from Lass, 1 scrawled a note'' to Pharaoh' and boldly signed It “V. Y.” Dear Fanlng: Sorry, but I’m fed up. I’ve had enough of Yorick and I’m going tonight. I don't know where, hut I'll probably get a train. See you again some day. . . . I think It looked the note of a drunken man. As I laid down my pencil— “That'll do very well," said Helena. “He never writes, so nobody knows his hand. Leave It there on the blotting- pad. And now we must go. Mona's a A* the Porter Stepped Out of Hie Lodge. broken reed, but it can’t be helped. I’m not afraid of her talking—she's far too scared for that. But I am afraid of her bolting the moment she gets the chance." A moment later our strange proces sion took shape. Helena led the way and I brought up the rear, with the Count on my back, while Mona minced between us, bear ing Ju*r shoes in her hand. Six paces away from the gates, I laid my burden down. “Is your hack all right?" breathed Helena. “Yes. thank you, my sweet." At once she turned to Mona, who was drooping beside the wall. “If you cross that bridge, the porter will see you, and you will he chased and caught. In a few minutes’ time, however, the porter will leave his lodge. You'll know when he's gone, because then the wicket will open. The mo ment the wicket opens, cross the bridge. When you're over the bridge, you can put on your shoes. Then run down the drive until you come to the woods. Wait there at the edge of the meadows, and the car will be down in the minutes to pick you up." "It Is understood, my lady." “You will wait without fail, on the right-hand side of the road." "Without fail, my lady. My lady will not be long.” “Five minutes," I said. “Perhaps I shall chine before. But until the wicket opens, you must not move." “.Very good, my lady." With many misgivings we left her and hastened the way we had come. This time, however, we left the postern ajar. We had found her bedroom lighted and left It so—an open wardrobe de clared the rape of the frock rand now we only waited to set wide open the doors of the principal rooms. Then we went down to the courtyard—up to the last of the jumps. As the porter stepped out of his lodge— . "Why didn’t you tell me," said Helena, “that his lordship was gone?” The fellow looked scared. “I—I didn't know, my lady. I—I thought his lordship was here.” “He went this evening. He says so. He’s left a note." , The porter put a hand to his head. “No one has gone out, my lady, since half-past nine. And at half-past nine, my lady, I know that his lordship was here." There was a startled silence, "then— “Fetch the night watchman," aaU Helena. * The man ran Into the courtyard and disappeared. In a (lasli the wicket was open an<} I was outside. , * As I heaved him Into the car, I saw a bedraggled'figure hurrying on to tbs bridge. I laid the Count fiat on the flttor-bonrds and put his coat over his face. Then I took my seat at the wheel and started to turn the car round. . . . Helena,was speaking. “Rouse the other watchmen and the warden as well. The castle is to be searched. Unless he left by a postern, his lordship must still be here. Tell the warden that I have news for his lord si) ip which will not wait, that I’ve gone to Lass to catch him in case he has gone.” “Your ladyship will be returning?" “Within the hour." I had the car well in the shadows and Helena’s door was open before she left the wicket to take her seat. And she was so quick that, though the porter made to escort her, I was able to have the car moving before he was out of the light. As I whipped over the drawbridge, I heard her sigh with relief. “And now for Mona,” she said. The lime was now half past twelve, which shows that much may he done In a quarter of an hour. Indeed, I would not have believed It if the clock had not been chiming as we passed over thq bridge. As we left the meadows, I set a foot on the brake and switched out my lights. For a moment we sat In silence. Then— “Mona," cried Helena. “Mona." The girl did not answer, and after a frantic moment I flung myself out of the car. “Mona." I cried, “where are you?” A figure rose out of the night. “She's hopped It, sir," said Barley. “Cut through the woods. But I'm thankful to see you. sir. And that’s the truth." It was twenty minutes later, on the skirts of Annabel village, that Barley stood by the Bolls and told us his tale. We dared not return to the castle before ten minutes past one, for Lass was 12 miles from Yorick and not even the Rolls could have done the double Journey In less than So minutes, no matter how much she was pushed. We had, therefore, ten minutes to spare— much against our will, for that Pha raoh was racing for Yorick we had not a shadow of doubt. Still, to he un easy was foolish; that day I had done the Journey as Pharaoh was doing It now. If Pharaoh had the luck of the devil, we might expect to see him at half-past one; but I would have laid a fortune that he would not arrive be fore six. So, as we had time to spare. Barley stood by the Bolls and told us his tale. “A wire come on Monday, sir. a lit tle later than usual, about ten o’clock. ‘Beturn at once,’ 1. said and It bore your name. Well, we left as sharp as we could—for Vlllach, of course; but when we gets out at Vlllach. there ain't no car to meet us, let alone no Bolls. ‘That’s queer.’ says Mr. Bohun. 'I don’t understand It,’ he says. ’If Mr. Spencer could wire, he could send a car. It may be all right, but we'd bet ter go careful. Barley, from this time on.’ Well, tte ’Ired a car at Vlllach, and stopped four miles from the farm. Then we enters the woods on foot. It was Just about half-past four when we sights the house. Everything looks as usual—sleepy an’ peaceful, yon kno\«, sir. an’ no one about. But Mr. Bohun's uneasy. ’Mustn't rush In,’ he says. 'You stay an’- watch out,’ b<* says, ‘while I go round to the back.’ He hadn’t hardly spoken before Bush comes out ol- the apron, as bold as brass. “I give you my word, sir, that shook us. We made sure they’d got you all right. But of course we couldn’t do nothing until It was dark. Then we crept In and 'ad a close-up.” He drew in his breath. “Those two—Bush and Bugle—they’re simple, that’s what they are. They’re like a turn on the ’alls. You could walk right In between them before they'd know you were there. For ’alf an hour that evening we lis tened to what they said, and of course we very soon knew that Pharaoh'd got his foot In the castle and you was away. Then Mr. Bohun goes for the farmer's wife, but she knows nothing at all. except that his lordship’s back and given special orders that Bugle and Bush Is to have your rooms at the farm. “Well, we had to have quarters somewhere, so Mr. Bohun comes here. ‘The last place they’ll look,’ he says, ‘and the best I know.’ Then we starts In watchin’ the castle and visitin’ Plumage at night. And that was all we could do, for to look for you was hopeless—we didn’t know where to be gin. But we knew where Pharaqh was, n’nd we m.^de up our minds to get him. for once he was out of the way, all roads were clear." Barley closed his eyes and pushed back his hat. (TO BE CONTINUED) [TALL TALES 8 • As Told to: FRANK E. HAGAN and ELMO SCOTT WATSON Echoes as Alarm Clocks M ODERN Americans who have to Invest in alarm clocks In order to be certain of waking hp in time for work each morning may well envy the good fortune of .11 in Brldger, famous frontiersman, who was .able to draft Mother Nature Into service for assur ance of early rising. Near Bridger’s ranch In Wyoming were some obsidian c'.UTs. Frequently be heard the sharp crack of a rifle which puzzled hlio, because he knew there was no one within 147 miles of his home. Finally it dawned on him that these reports were the echoes of the rifle shots which he had fired the previous day when he was getting his daily supply of fresh meat. These obsidian t'liiTs had caught Hie report of his rifle, held It overnight and then sent it hack to him each day to remind him that it was time to go out hunting again. Next It occurred to Jim that he might Just as well make use of the echoes in other ways. So every time he knew that tie had to get up early the next morning, he would step out side the door, face the clifTs and shout: “Hey, Jim, it’s time to get up!” And, sure enough, the next morning he woiltd be awakened by the echo pene trating the walls of his cabin and shouting in his ear: “Hey, J'm, It’s time to get up!” Blackbird Composer Man’s power of creating music la challenged, declares Prof.’ Eduard En gel, of Potsdam, by only one other liv ing creature In the world—the black bird. This bold assertion may arouse those who believe the canary or night ingale to be supreme amongst bird musicians. But, whereas these birds pour forth their hereditary songs with out blemish, the blackbird, the profes sor affirms, creates music of Its own, Improvising “strophes" on the spot A tireless^,Inventor of new harmony, the bird also has the true, artist's hatred of repetition. When Inspired, It sings from 800 to 1)00 different melo dies in a single day.—Tit Bits Mag» sine. _, Replacing Paper Money in U. S. • Continuous Process-4 Tons Daily Use Secret Formula—Life of One Dollar Bill Is * but Half Year. Cooking Under Difficulties T EDDY BLUE of the Three Deuce ranch in Montana remembers what an annoying time he had when he came up from Texas with a trail herd back In 1888. When the cook died, the boss found out that Teddy knew something about slinging grub togeth er and made him take charge of the chuck wagon. In it he found plenty of bacon, flour, beans, baking powder, sugar, coffee and everything else needed to feed the hungry crew of punchers. But the only trouble was that they were out on a treeless plain where there wasn’t a stick of wood visible anywhere. Then one of the punchers lit a ciftu- | rette and snapped the still blazing match Into a hunch of buffalo grass. It flamed up and right then Teddy had an idea. He ran and got the coffee pot, tilled It up, threw some bacon In a skillet and started toward the place where the fire In the buffalo grass was spreading. Holding the coffee pot and the skil let over the flame he followed the line of blazing grass and in a short time the bacon began to sizzle and the cof fee began to steam a bit. After n while Teddy said to himself, "Well. I guess she's ready to serve now." But when he looked up be discovered that he had followed the flame until he was 11 Vi miles from camp. By the time he got back the bacon and the coffee were cold. The boys grumbled about having to eat cold chuck, so Teddy quit as cook right then and there. Every day for the last two dec tides and longer Uncle Sam's skilled engravers and printers have turned out four tons of brand new currency. This means that the bureau of en graving and printing at Washington manufactures four million green backs daily or approximately one and a half billion pieces of new cur rency-annually. Yet, with the money pouring from the presses at this rate, day and night, there is hut two and a quar ter billion dollars more in the hands of the public than there was twenty ^ ^ (xh) sheets and each ship- believed unlucky by many persona. These persons tear oft' a corner so the “ijevil”* can escape and, course, the twos quickly reappear for replacement. Fives, tens and twenties last longer while $100, $500 and $1,000 bills often last two years or more. ( Paper From Secret Formula. Paper used in printing currency is made from a special* formula known only to certain government officials and the Massachusetts com pany which manufactures and sup plies the 1,000 tons of paper used by the bureau each year. Government guards protect the building wherein it is manufactured under great se crecy. It is shipped to the bureau of engraving and printing in pack- The Patriotic Hgo.. J IM FITCH, a former resident of Manchester, N. II., remembers It Just ns well as If It had happened day after tomorrow. He was riding In the cab of a locomotive on ths Boston and Maine railroad with his Uncle Ira, Hie engineer. North of Concord a gray and white sjieckled hen started across the track. Uncls Ira tooted his whistle and the hen started running up the track. A mo ment later she disappeared. “Too bad," said Uncle Ira, “but sha ought to have made up her mind about crossing the railroad sooner." • Jim was pretty sad about the fate <sf that lien. But imagine his sur prise when they slowed down for the next stop. Hie brakemnn went through the train calling out “Plymouth! Ply mouth!" Off the cowcatcher Jumped the hen and she went clucking away as mut-li to to say “Of course, I know when it's time for me to get off!” % Suddenly she began cackling and made a dash up the street as though looking for something As the train pulled out the last thing Jim saw was the hen stooping down and creep ing Into a small dog kennel in a back yard. Three weeks later Jim went back to Plymouth to its Fourth of July cele bration and he heard some more about her. That morning the patriotic hen, who traced her ancestry back, to Ply mouth Rock, hatched out three chick ens. One was rqd, one was white and ♦me was blue. v But all three had bow legs because the kennel widen their mother had stopped to enter had been built for a dachshund. © Western Newspaper Union. Athens Stands in Great Cup Modern Athens stands in a great cup with mountains on three sides and the coastline on -the fourth. It has grown out around ML Lykabettos, which rises sharply out of the cup, •nd the busy city makes a sharp con trast with its classic ruins, which look down serenely on it from the Acrop olis. Athens is an outdoor cify, where home is only the place to spend one’s siesta or to .sleep, and much of the buying and selling of its merchants Is farrled on In the streets. The Greeks are as fond of their siesta as the Spaniards are, and at noon all shops close until 3 p. i*. staying open later at night to make up for lost time. Dinner Is not served until 9, and 2 a. m. Is no later to an Athenian than midnight la to an American. years ago and only about a three mouths’ reserve supply in the treas ury. In 1915 the amount of cash In cir dilation In the United States amounted to about $3,319,000,000 or $.‘13 for each man, woman and child. A recent treasury statement revealed the amount in circulation as approxi mately $5,(529,000,000 or $44 per capita. Changes Hands 1,400 Times. 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