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(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."
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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