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- jBeeaateflaaagaeggs 11 "Mi ?GIRI* jmi ^jFRANCIS ^c^TOGHT^BY^iarle (Continued from last week) I CHAPTER V. The Magic Triad. To be stopped before I could reach my goal was uo part of iny plan, so I opened tilings up and gave the little three-wheeled dinky all the gas It | could use, keeping a sharp lookout ahead, and meaning to pull up a little way short of the graveyurd city, al)un:' donlng the car and making the actual approach on foot. Judging from the way the scenery was racing buckward, 1 estimated that the little car must be doing at least thirty miles to the hour; which meant forty mluutes or such a matter, to cover the twenty-one miles. If opposing train or trains, whatever they might be, would only keep out of my way for those precious forty mlnmlnutes. . ; I pushed the small motor to Its llinlt and wus getting along beautifully until suddenly, on a grade that was a bit steeper than usual, the popping exhaust quit short off, the engine slowed down, and the car, squeaking and grinding, came to a stand on a low ,embankment between two of the hill cuttings. v There wasn't anything very complicated about the little motor, and I .soon discovered thnt a broken Ignition wire was what had killed It. Happily, there was a qmall toolbox under the *eat. and In the kit there was a pair of pliers. But sometimes?and tfiis was *it of them?a bit of nlaterlal la *s Important as the tools to work with. " The broken wlra was too short to couple t.p agatn, wnd there-t/asiVt an Inch* r Of snare wire .to he fuiiiiil * In.' .'thu I kit. They say that necessity Is-the mother of Invention.; but I'll defy anybody to Invent a piece of wire in the middle of the Great .Sahara desert. Evfry minute I was expecting to hear the rumble und roar of a train. _Jn this extremity It was a little desert zephyr that gave me the great Idea. A irentle breeze catne sighing ?ip the draw from some overheated area out beyond, -and finding no trees on the burren hills, it sang Its little song In the thickly clustering telegraph wires on the poles. Why, sure! I' said to myself; here was my wire? miles and miles.?f 1U All I hud to. do was todfmb up and get It. Gentle reader, I wonder if you've ever tried to climb a telegraph pole without the contrivances that a iineman buckles upon his feet? If you haven't the advice of this amateur Is? don't. Half a dozen times 1 shlnnled UP to perhaps the height of a man's head, only to come sliding dowh again on a run. At last, by a series of Inchlnga I contrived to get within urm'sreach of the lowest crossplece. l'llers In hand, I strained for the nearest wire, progged It, and began to twist It back and forth to break It. > Not'to let me miss any of the thrills. It was at the nreclse Instant of the ^wire-breaking that my straining ears .caught the sound they had been listening for; a far-away, drumming rumble that seemed to coine from nowhere In particular. Then, out of the same ,.f, lndellnite clrcumuiuhlence came a warning that was still more unmlstakflt, 1 n , ' 1 - ?..?= it'UK-uiuwii umxi <>r n locie niotlve whistle. I didn't climb down that pole; I came down like the tinte-hall on the Aagstaff in Washington at high noon. Moreover, I struck the ground running, as one might say. All thoughts of tinkering that confounded motor had vanished and my one great object in life was to get the car off the track before a worse thing should happen. I was doing fairly well with the lifting and tugging when the enemy hove In sight less than five hundred yards away. And that wusn't all, either. At precisely the same Instant, us if It had been timed by the sume mechanism that had brought the freight train, here came a wild engine arbund the curve In the opposite direction, with its whistle valve held open and making a racket to wake the dead. The bereft motor-car riders had found a locomotive somewhere and were chasing me. , One mad heave at the stranded gas-, ollne car, a mighty boost that got all but one wheel of It In the clear, and I was gone?streaking it like a Jackrabblt for the tall timber?only there wasn't a slick of timber nearer thun the slopes of the backgrounding mountains. One glance over my shoulder as I lied showed me whajt I was In for: that the story was to he immediately continued in our next. Both engineers tried to stop; did stop in time to avert .the greater catastrophe. Three or four men Jumped from the freight and t\yo from the wild engine to come teuring l .after uie. I fancied I could give them their money's worth at that gume? * i being in pretty fair training?ao I*. ! pitched out to try to, turn the hypothetical theory Into a comhtlon. It was a great race. >Through one ;gnp and Into another we went, mak.Ing figure eights around (lie hillt^ and '.back again, (lodging Into new. fnvlneK f :and out of thein Into others' Circling'i anuong great sandstone boulders that took all aorta of weird ahapea In the passing gllmpae. ; 1 don't know juat how long the cltuaa * lasted, hut it was long enough pa glcsf me a very considerable degree' of re--' epect for the nerve and persistence ??f. those highly Indignant railroad dhstii Y? e must have been mlleg away from . tha scene of the disaster when I flnah-r 4* left them behind ,?m) lost them. ' Tf]Ti an V I fin irmrf ha r?l* Anal fnttnJ is * HORSE toy S^SlCRI BN E R'S~SONS^*?* and Ko beautifully in keeping with the reputation I had left behind me at Angela, that I felt mire that now nothing lbss than a verdict of expert alicniat8 would ever serve to convince these lted Desert folk that I was anything but an escaped lunatic. After the breathing spell I kept on up tjie valley, heading away from the settlpg sun, and feeling certain that, sootier or later, I must come out someWhere in the neighborhood of Atropla. " Two hours later I came Into a soft of an excuse for a road. Reitw 11^0. " o I?^HJ well-winded by the stiff climb out of the canyon ravine, I sat down Ht the roiulfdde to rest a bit and to decide, whlqh way I should go, to the right or to the left. Just as I was making up my mind I heard a putter of feet and a dog harked. A moment later I could see the beast. Indistinctly. He had heen coming up the road and had stopped at the sight?or scent?of me. Since a dog argued the proximity of a dogowning human being, I called coaxlngly: . "Here, Towser?here?come on, pld fellow?that's a hoy 1" and the curious thing about It Is that ho did It. running up a little way and stopping, and finally coming to squat before me and to lift a paw for me to shake. I jollied him a bit and let him nose me to his heart's'content. Then suddenly, as If he had discovered a longlost ntastor. be broke away and began Jo leap and dance around me. barking a furious and hilarious welcome. In the ipldst of this hubbub I heflrd hoofbeats and the squeaking of saddle leather, and the dog's owner rode up. "first I thought the dimly outlined -&tet&ou-hatted figure In tbo saddle was that < f * boy. Hut It was a woman's voice, and a Blighty pleas int one. that called to the dog: "Down, Harney, and behave yourself?wli it's tlii matter with you, sir!" . I stood up and pulled off my cap. "I'm chiefly the matter," I said. "Your dog seems to think he knows me, and I'm awfully sorry that his memory is so much belter than mine." You'd think?anybody would think ?that a woman riding alone In the dark on a solitary mountain road would he handsomely startled, to say the least, at seeing a man rise up fairly under her horse's nose. Hut if my little ludy were scared, she certainly didn't purade her fright. "Harney Is such a foolish dog, sometimes," she said apologetically, "lie Has a double iiruiu, you know; half of It Is good-natured and silly and | the other half Is?well, It's?" The dog had come around ugaln | wagging his tall and at that magic | word "haJf" I stooped to let him stick | his cold nose into my palm. The act < brought me near enough to enable me J to see hhn better, and I had to clnp a | hand over my mouth to keep from shouting out and scaring the entire combination into a wild stampede. For, if you'll believe tue, the dog was my. dog. One-half of his face was white and the other was so black that It merged and faded harmoniously Into the night! "I know," I said, straightening up again; "my. brain acts that way, too. sometimes," Then: "Pardon tne, hut would you mind telling me the color of the horse you are riding?" The young woman laughed and her laugh was just as jolly und pleasant as her speaking voice. "AVinkie Is what the cow-men coll a 'pinto'?a calico horse," she answered promptly. "Sure!" I bellowed, "I knew It I" and the horse shied and the dog harked In sheer sympathy. Then I apologized, j "Pleuse forgive the explosion. As I , said u minute ago, my brain some- 1 times acts like Barney's: half of It being good-nutured and silly and the other half?well, we'll omit the description of the other half for the present, If you'll permit me. May I? er?wilJ you'have the goodness to tell me where I am?" "I?why?dear me I Don't you know where you are?" "Not any more than a harmless, necessary goat, I assure you." I couldn't he certuln, hut I thought she took a little firmer hold upon her nntiie rein. "Did you?did you conic frotn Angels?',' she asked in a sort of awed llttje yolce. "How did you guess it? I was, indeed?for a very short space of. time tills very day?? ujeiutier of the Angelic hand. And if you should ask me, I might say thut I feel as though I had walked most pf the way here from Angejls. I?I?riuy car broke down, you kqow." ^ "Yes," she said: "I know"?Just as If she did. Then: "I can at least tell yon where ^ou are. This is the southend slope of Cinnabar mountain. This road lends on down to Atropia, about thfee miles below." "T-es; Atropia was the place I was trying, to come at." She stopped and appeared to be thinking about something. Then she said: "ReSily, T think you would better not. go to Atropia. It's?well, it's qutt;6 a lohg walk." "The walk doesn't specially appal me. I've done so much walking this afternoon that a few hundred miles, more or less, in addition wouldn't he worth mentioning. But for some other reasons?>' "tea; for some other reasons," she said, repeating It right after me. Then: "I?we?Daddy and I, might give you aome supper and put you up for the jrfgitf/ if?If you wouldn't mind aleepthe loft." s .v "V ' ' ' * ' * ???? ?? ?????i??? course, she knew. That little dry-asdust hamlet must have been sizzling for hours with the wire news of the escaped lunatic who had alighted in Angels only to light out again with a stolen Inspection car. And In the face of all that she was willing to take a chance ou me I If she had only known that I would cheerfully risk Bleeping In the cellar?to say nothing of a loft?rather than lose sight of her . . . hut she was going op a Ml breathlessly: "It Is only a short mile to our cabin and?and If you-are very tired, I might let you ride Winkle." "I shall be most delighted?to walk," I hastened to suy. "Straight on up the road, then," she , directed. We hud traversed possibly half of the promised mile in plodding silence when we came to a place where the grade was so steep that It cut what was left of iny sea-level wind to the small end of nothing. "Stop a minute and get your breath," said the pony's rtdor; and when I hud halted: "You are not used to these high altitudes, are you?" "N-not so that any one would remark It." I gasped. "How high up are we?" "About five thoiiKiimi font ? . .? v? M. lie llllllf j Ir exactly five thousanad three hun- j dred, I believe." There It was, you see: THE MINE! "Pardon me," I blurted out; "but would you inind tellieig me If your eyes are blue?" Her laugh was like a drink of cool spring water In the middle of a hot summer day; refreshing, you know, like that. "I sup-pup-post my eyes are blue; people tell me they are." "Thank you," I returned. "There is only one other little matter and that ran very well wait until we are?er? a hit b"'ter acquainted, you know. Shall v7* go on, now?" She spoke to her pony and we went on. lliead of us und diagonally up a i ptfA/(I A Little Later the Girl Returned to O ?(. . T?kU OCl tlio I nuiw, steep slope 1 could see the dim shapes of a uunihci' of huihlirgs, all dark. Tlien we came to a great dump, look ing as If the mountain had at one time opened to pour out a cataract of broken stone. Heyond the dump there was another building with a light In It; and as the dog ran ahead of us, harking, the figure of a man silhouetted Itself In the open doorway. "Here we are and you are welcome to the Old Cinnabar," said my companion to me. Then she "hoo-hoo-ed" cheerily to the man In the doorway ami slipped out of her saddle, letting her pony stand while she led me across to the lighted, log-built cabin. CHAPTER VI. The Old Cinnabar. "Daddy, here Is a man I found down nt the head of Antelope gulch; he had lost his way, so I brought him home with me," wus the simple manner In which she launched me; and I found myself shaking hands with an elderly man who looked as If he might be a farmer, or a miner, or something of that nature?you will know what I mean?flannel shirt, trousers tucked Into boots, Iron-gray whiskers all over his face, an eye as inild as a collie dog's. "You done plum' right, Jeanle," he remarked; and then to me: "Come light on in, stranger, and be at home. If you don't see what you want, ask Tot It." After which he went to take care of the piebald pony. The log cabin proved to be primitive only on the outside. The Interior was a dream of cozy homeliness. A hanging lamp lighted It, and In Its mild glow I had my first real look at the girl. She wasn't beautiful in any showgirl meaning of the word: she was something far better?piquant, charming. A round little face, wind-tanned to a tint as delicious as the blush In | the heart of an apple-blossom, a Jolly | bit of n nose, tip-tilted enough to be- i speak a healthy sense of liumor, a month neither too large nor too stu^U upheld by a firm, round chin, and the chin upheld by an extra firm little Jaw, As she had - admitted, her eyes were blue?the blue that shades Into violet ?and they were well-set; wide apart and perfectly fearless; the kind of | eyes fit to match the straight-lined brows that usually go with them. I sat before the cheerful blaze, chuckling quietly to myself over the mad adventures of the day and their highly romantic, not to say miraculous, outcome. Beyond all manner of doubt I had stumbled* upon the three talismans of Cousin Percy's cryptic letter. By the most marvelous of accidents i I had discovered the girl, the horse and the dog; and, if the remainder of i Percy's letter were to be taken at ' its face value, I should now be in ' touch with my legacy. As to the character of that legacy, ! there could be no further question. ; Grandfatjhfer Jasper had left me a j mlnej/id I was fully prepared to ?" i 11 if i . i - j i i M I be postponed to another day. Just an ! I reached this postponing conclusion, the girl's father came In. drew up n chair on the opposite side of the [.hearth, and began to make roe welcome In a mild-mannered way, saying that they didn't have much company, und were always "master" glad to see a new face. He did not ask me any troublesome questions; and beyond telling me his name, which wus Hiram Twonibly, did not volunteer any Information about himself or his dHtvgl|f ter, nor did he explain how they can^a to be living In so much comparative comfort In such nn .Out-of-the-wjay place. > A little later the girl returned to set the table, and presently we had supper. It was an amazingly good meal; crisp bacon, fried potatoes, hot biscuits and honey, and coffee that was most delicious in spite of the condenned milk which was made to serve as cream. After we left the table the blueeyed maiden got housewifely busy, and the old mun and I sat before the Are and smoked. I don't remember Just how It was that we Anally drifted around to automobiles and motor boats and autfh things, but we old. and maybe I niay have bragged a bit about having driven and tinkered nrettv nearly nil the breeds ol go-car? on land and water?as I really had. "Know about machinery, do you?" suid my hearth-mate; and then, with u humorous glint in his uilld eyes: "Shouldn't wonder if you could he sort of a Godsend to lue, if you wanted to. To-morruh, If you ain't In too big a hurry to be leavln* us, I'll get you to show me a few things that 1 don't know, 'long them lines, maybe." Of course, I acquiesced, cheerfully. By und by the gii'l came In and sut 1 down to knit. Just as her ernndmother I might have done, uml at that her father got up, and, lighting a lantern, went out. I was fairly perishing by this time to know a vast number of tilings, but hardly knew how to begin asking about them. So, as the old man clapped on his hut and left the cubln, I blew out the lirst foolish remark that came uppermost. "All dressed up, and nowhere to go; isn't that about the way of it for you two up on this mountain?" "Meaning Daddy, and now, particularly?" site suid, smiling across at ine. "He has gone to make Ids regular round of the mine buildings and cabIns. Not that there is the slightest use of it; only he likes to feel that he is at least pretending to earn his pay." "The mine?" I queried. "Yes; tills Is the old Cinnabar, you know; and Daddy is the?well. I suppose you might cull us the caretakers, though tliefe isn't much to take care of. The mine lias been shut down for a year and more." "Is it a gold mine?" "It was." "Why the past tense?" "Water," sin* said, briefly. "It's a drowned mine. That is why it was j shut down." Of course, this was exactly what I was expecting to hear, and yet this t plain unvurnlshed confirmation of things gave me a damp and soggy feeling of despondency. Percy had wired, you remember, that his letter was 110 Joke; but it seemed that it reully was one, and that the Joke?which was 0 mighty grim one-?was on me. "Can't the wuter lie pumped out?" 1 usked. "It seems not. I understand the company spent thousands of dollars trying to puiup it out. It's?it's ruther pitiful." "You mean the company's loss?" "No; tlie coinpuny didn't lose anything. It was just one old man." Now we were coming to the real meat of the tiling and I looked my hand of cards over carefully to tlie end that I should not overplay it. "I'm fond of stories," I ventured; "especially mining stories," and thereupon she told ine the story of the Clauulmr. It was a fair repetition of liulierton's tale, with a few more of the particulars thrown in. As my blue-eyed little Scheherazade understood it, my grandfather had heen a minority stockholder In the company during Its prosperous period. When the wuter debacle caiue, the fact of It was carefully concealed from him and he uus generously permitted to come to the rescue?which he did by paying a fabulous sum (Scheherazade did not know how much) for ills fellow-stockholders' holdings. In other words, they hud sold lilin a gold brick ; soaked him for a linal clean-up on a doomed mine. That wns about ull there was to it. "Did tuy?did the old gentleman you speak of ever come out here himself?" She nodded. "Once that we know off; that was after It was all over and the place was deserted. At that time Daddy had taken tip a claim Just west of here In the next gulch and we were living in this cabin; squatters, I guess you'd call us. So we camped down." "That was quite right and proper. And tills Mr. Jasper Dudley; he didn't turn you out when lie (nine, did he?" "Oh. no, indeed; he was very kind. When he found thnt Daddy's gulch claim wasn't going to pan out anything, be said he icedcil a caretaker here, and siiu-e that time lie lias sent us money every month. Hut now I suppose It will all he different. Mr. I Uullcy Is dead." "Hut the heirs?" I suggested. "We don't even know who they are When Mr. Dudley went away he left a sealed envelope with Daddy. He said he might come hack again, some lime, hut If he didn't, or couldn't. Dad uy wiis to koop iiu> envelope ami give it to liis?Mr. 1 Midley's?representa live, whoever tluit might he." -Talk ahout plots thickening! Tills one was already as thick as molasses in th<* dead of winter! "Ilow were you to know this representative if one should come?" I edged In cautiously. "I don't know," she replied simply. "I should suppose he would he able to Identify himself In some way. (hough ; shouldn't you? That Is. If he ever comes." "Sure; nothing easier, of course.' 1 agreed ; and then, since we seemed to have scraped the bottom of the Cln miliar dish clean I switched off to something else. "When we were comlni up the road 1 a while hack, Miss Jooflte, you fath [ crazyl presslon?" she countered. "I fancy I didn't have to try very hard?Inasmuch as you had been spending the afternoon In A tropin." She forced a queer little laugh and bent hover over Iter knitting. "When you were in Atropln. did you see or hear anything of the other crazy man ?" "Is there another one?" she asked, a hit breathlessly. "I was told so in Angels this afternoon." "Is- 1 .s oilier man n friend of yours?" she 'ranted to know. "You eouht scarcely call him that; I've met Mm only once. He is u mining engineer and his name is Bullerton?Charles Itullerton." If 1 had reached up and got her pistol out of its holster over the mantel to hang it ofT into the fireplace she could hardly have been more startled. "< h Charles Ilullerton?" she stammered. "Is Mr. ltullerton here?" "Not here, exactly, but he was in Atropia two days ago. Do you, by any chance, happen to know him?" "Oh, yes; qui-quite well." "Then, naturally, you know best whether or not he is In my class?the crazy class, I mean." Once more she let the blue eyes drop to her knitting, and if I wasn't mistaken the pretty Hps were twisting themselves in a sort of wry smile. "The last time I saw him he told me he was crazy," she ndniltted. "Isn't this delightful!" I murmured. "Bullerton is crazy and I'm crazy; perhaps we are all a hit crazy. I)o you know, Miss Jennie, that I have ceme thousands of miles to find you?" "To find me?"?the blue eyes were as round as the fuU moon. so; you, your horse and your dog. Would you?er?would you permit nn exceedingly personnl question? Remembering always thut It Is put by a man who has lost his wits? Have you u small brown mole on your left shoulder?" ijhe blushed very fetchlngly; even the handsome mountain wind tan wasn't brown enough to hide It. "1 think you are crazy?completely crazy." "Certainly 1 am; there hasn't been the slightest doubt of it since?well, since about two weeks ago, when I started to bunt for you and a piefaced dog and piebald horse." There was silence before the tire for a long minute and I began to be afraid Daddy Hiram would come back before anything else happened. Then she said, with more curiosity than resentment, 1 thought: "How did you know about the mole?" "Then there is one?" I questioned eagerly. "Y-yes." "( lory be!" I chanted. "You don't know what a load you have lifted from whatever poor fragment of a mind I have left !" Again she said: "I don't know what yen meat:. "Just you wait," I begged. "I have lucid Intervals at times; all crazy folks do, you know. When my next one comes along I'll explain ns much as I can?which Isn't nearly as much as you might think, at that." It was just at this moment that her father returned, so she went on with her sock-knitting while we two men talked a bit and had a bed-time smoke. Pretty soon I heenn to eet sleenv? a natural consequence of the strenuous duy?and at the third yawn, which I was trying vainly to hide, Daddy Twombly lightcd a candle and offered to show me my bunk. This proved to be In the cabin loft, ns the blue-eyed maiden had threat oned, mnl the stair was Just a common ladder. Put her Illraiu left iiih the candle, and I had blown the light out iiml rolled myself in the blankets before I realized that the loft must he directly over the room with me fireplace In It. I was so workmanly tired that I fell asleep almost at once, and why I should have awakened before morning. I don't know. Hut I did awaken, and though 1 don't know what time It was. it seemed as If I hadn't been asleep more than a few minutes. There were voices in the room beneath; Twombly ami his daughter had not yet gone to bed. so it must have beets reasonably early. I had no manner of right to listen In, but short of stuffing cotton in my ears there didn't seem to he any easy way of staying out?and I didn't have any cotton. "I heard something today?something that you won't like to hear. WOOD ON SUBSCRIPTION?The Advertiser will accept wood in payment for subscription 3 A Tonic B M For Women g yy "I was hardly able to drag, 1 & J was so weakened," writes Mrs. J X| W. F. Ray, of Easley, S. C. ^ 2| "Ihe doctor treated me for about H two months, still I didn't get M M any better. 1 had a large fam- m U Uy and felt I surely must do y 'X something to enable me to take X care of my little ones. 1 had H CARDUI m The Woman's Tonic i jy "I decided to try it," con2| Wnues Mrs. Ray , ? "I took M eight bottles in all . I re- W M gained my strength and have M U had no more trouble with wo- m X manly weakness. 1 have ten UL J children and am able to doafl LJ x| my housework and A lot out* Qf 2| doors ... I can sure recom- In M mend CarduL" M 2| Take Cardul today. It may fl M be Just what yod need. M M At all druggists. _> W ?M?M I Stuck My Head Out of the Blanketi i and Listened Greedily. L. H. TROTTI, Dental Surgeon Chesterfield, S. C. Office on second floor in Ross J. ARTHUR KNIGHT Attorney-at-Law Office In Courthouse ChaiterBi'.d, 3. C. R. L. McMANUS Dentist Cheraw, S. C. At Chestereld, Monday A Page land, Tuesday. At Ml. Croghan, Wednesday morning Ruby, Wednesday afternoon Society Hill, Thursday Cheraw, Friday and Saturday THE UNIVERSAL CAR CARS, TRUCKS, TRACTORS SERViCE PARTS LUCAS AUTO CO. COUNTY TA State Ordinary County Roads Bridges Total I Cheraw i Marburg Orange Hill Tats Branch Pee Dee Stafford Bethel Center Point Chesterfield Parker Pine Grove Ruby hiloh Snow llill Stafford Vaughan Wamble llill Black Creek Center Center Grove Cross Koads Mt. Croghan ' Ruby Wexford Winzo Zion Buffalo Dudley Five Forks Mungum Pagcland Plains Zion Angelus i Center Grove Clarks Jefferson i .. - i Macedonia I Plains Bay Springs (jlreen Hill . Lcland Middendorf McBee Providence Sandy Kun Union Bay Springs Bear Creek Bethesda Juniper Middendorf Patrick Pats Branch Branch Shiloh StaiTord White Oak Cat Pond Juniper Ousley esssfeggSSg=g=S5' ""1 f " I' TfffffWWS?'' Charles Bullerteu la somewhere In thi< neighborhood. He was In Angela yeaterdav or the day before." "Huh!" grunted Twombly; "I wonder what sort of a crooked deal he'a tryln' to pull off now? Did he stay In Angels?" "N-no. What I heard was that he had left there to go to Atropla." "I don't want to see him come foolIn' 'round you any more, whatsoever, JeanD sirl. 1 kep* still the other time, but that was afore I'd found out how everlastin' crooked he la." "You needn't he afraid for rue. Daddy," said the girl, and I could hear her low laugh. "You know you've always said I'd have to marry money, and Charles Rullertou hasn't euough to tempt even me." I heard something that sounded like u deep-throated "Gosh !?listen at that, will ye?" then: "If Charley Bullerton's been In 'Tropla he'll be bustln' | in here, next, tryln' to get his claws I Into this here Cinnabar carenac a?o me, I hain't got no boss to stand behind fne. That'll be a nice kettle o' Usb !" I stuck my head out of the blankets and listened greedily. It seemed to be very highly necessary that I should be mode acquainted with the precise Ingredients of that kettle of fish. But my luck had exhausted Itself. In a ' few minutes there was a stir In the (Continued on last page) State of South Carolina, ft Couny of Chesterfield, q Court of Common Pleas. Bank of Chesterfield, plaintiff. against ' John V. Brown, defendant. COPY SUMMONS FOR RELIEF To the Defendant above named: You are hereby summoned and required to answer the complaint in this action which is filed in the office of the Clerk of Court of Common wPleas, and to serve a copy of your , answer to the said Complaint on the subscriber at his office in Chesterfield, Soutli Carolina, within twenty days after the service hereof; exclusive of the day of such service; and if you fail to answer the complaint within the time aforesaid, the plaintiff in this action will apply to the Court for the relief demanded in the complaint. M. J. llough, Plaintiff's Attorney. To John V. Brown, the above named defendant: You will please take notice that the Summons, Complaint and all other papers in the above case are on file in the office of the Clerk of Court, for Chesterfield County, South Carolina. M. J. Kough, Gt-8 Plaintiff's Attorney V I p\/v 1001 < ^ v JUiLi V 1 12 mills 6 mills 6 mills 1 mill 28 mills s? ~~k | | f W rt- M x ~ ^ r?" <T> i O O CD 63 o ? ? ^ w " M a M - !- ? ? s ? 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