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The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell, S. C„ Thursday, March 19, 1936
Storm
By
Domfofd Tates
Copyright by Minton, Batch * Co.
VVNC Service.
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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.
Where has all the money gone?
Most of It has replaced worn-out.
soiled and damaged currency previ
ously Issued. Life of the average
piece of paper money after It is
placed in circulation! is one year.
Dollar.bills receive the most use and
shave to be replaced lucre often—
about every six months. Careful es
timates have been made that a dol
lar bill changes bauds on an aver
age of five times a day or 1,400 times
before it is returned to the treasury
for redemption.
. OH, grease and gasoline are con
sidered the greatest natural enemies
of money and the passing of horse
and buggy days shortened the life
of the dollar bill by several weeks.
Spots of oil and grease collect dirt
and grit which cut and grind the
currency fiber. Changing hands so
many times results in considerable
folding which tends to shorten a
bill’s life.
Two-dollar bills are unfortunately
eS
Hot, Hotter, Hottest
Salesman—This fire fighting appa
ratus will be In use in 50 years’ time.
Elderly Lady—But lu 50 years I
shall not he here.
Salesman (misunderstanding!}-) —
But, madam, it is so light and con
venient that you could carry It any
where with you.—Dansk Famillie
Blud, Copenhagen.
Life at It* Worst
A pessimist was holding forth on
the shortcomings of the rising gen
eratlon. “Where today," he demand
ed, “cun you find the youngster who
will Just go on smiling when every
thing Is going wrong?”
To wliicu a more optimistic friend
replied: “On the links this afternoon,
carrying my clubs."
boy?"
Touch Luck
“What you all doin' now, blj
“Ah is a ex|*orter."
“An exjiorter? What's dat?*’
“Ah wuz pullman porter, hut ah's
been fired."
Endle** Fight
Biggs—I suppose you're still going
around with the same girl?
Giggs—Yeah. One round after an
other.
The Time Factor
Lizzie—Does a giraffe get a sore
throat if it gets its feet wet?
Izzie—Y’es, but not till the next
week.
A Scream
Employer—Sure, I'm looking for an
office boy. Do you smoke?
Boy—No, thanks, but I'll take
some Ice cream!
Heavy Competition
Jiggs—What happy people you
must be to have eight nice daugh
ters ! What resources for your old age!
Jaggs (very sadly)—Yes, I have
resources enough! But the difficulty
i nowadays consists In husbanding
one’s resources.—Everybody’s. ^
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WRIGCEY'S FLAVOR
IS FRESH AS
A SPRING- MORNING
s
merit undergoes various tests for
durability, resistance to light and
folding resistance. It must be suffi
ciently tough to withstand 3,500 dou
ble folds or creaslngs without crack
ing.—I’athfinder Magazine.
Don’t
Guess But
Know
Whether the “Pain"
Remedy You Use
is SAFE?
Don’t Entrust Your
Own or Your Family’s
Well - Being to Unknown
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»
r PHE person to ask whether the
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is SAFE to use regularly is your
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He will tell you that before the
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Which is food for thought if you
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Scientists rate Bayer Aspirin
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QUALIFIED
“Do you know anything about
checks and drafts?"
“Yes, sir. I’ve run our furnace
for years.”
Lacking Courage
“Is your book on the ‘Cultivation
of Courage’ finished yet?"
“Yes, but I haven’t had the nerve
to take It to the publishers yet”
WHIG LEVS.
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