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THE CAROLINA WATCHMAN, SALISBURY, N. C.
By
FRANCIS LYNDE
HInitratlong by IRWIN MYERS
Copyright by Clias. Scribner's Sons
CHAPTER XII Continued.
10
Smith, especially in this later Incar
nation which had so radically changed
him, believed as little in the psychic as
any hardheaded young business icono
clast -of an agnostic century coubi. But
on this particular evening when he
was smoking his after-dinner pipe on
the flagstoned porch with Corona for
his companion, there were phenomena
apparently unexplainable on any pure
ly material hypothesis.
"I am sure I have much less than
lial? of the curiosity that women are
said to have, but, really, I do want to
know what dreadful thing has hap
pened to you since we met you in the
High Line offices this morning
mamma and I," was the way in which
one of the phenomena was made to oc
cur ; and Smith started so nervously
that he dropped his pipe.
"You can Be the most unexpected
person, when you try," he laughed, but
the laugh scarcely rang true. "What
makes you think that anything has
happened?"
"I don't think I know," the small"
seeress went on with calm assurance.
"You've been telling us In all sorts of
dumb ways that you've had an upset
ting shock of some kind; and I don't
believe it's another lawsuit. Am I
right, so far?"
"I believe you are a witch, and it's a
mighty good thing you didn't live in
the Salem period," he rejoined. "They
would have hanged you to a dead
moral certainty."
"Then there was something?" she
queried; adding, jubilantly: "I knew
ft!"
"Go on," said the one to whom it had
happened ; "go on and tell me the rest
of it"' . 1
"Oh, that isn't fair; even a profes
sional clairvoyant has to be told the
color of her eyes and hair."
"Wha-what !" the ejaculation was
fairly jarred out of him and for the
moment he fancied he could feel a cool
breeze blowing up the back of his neck.
The clairvoyant who did not claim to
Te a professional was laughing softly.
"You told me once that a woman
was adorable in the exact degree in
-which she could afford to be visibly
transparent ; yes, you said 'afford,' and
Tve been holding if against you. Now
I'm going to pay you back. You are
the transparent one, this time. You
have as good as admitted that the 'hap
pening' thing isn't a man; wha-what'
always means that, you know; so it
must be a woman. Is It the Miss Rich
lander you were telling me about not
long ago?"
There are times when any mere
man may be shocked fnto telling the
truth, and Smith had come face to face
with one of them. "It Is," he said.
"She is in Brewster?"
"Yes. She came this evening." ,
"And you ran away? That was hor
ribly unkind, don't you think after
shefhad come so far?"
"Hold on," he broke in. "Don't let's
go so fast. I didn't ask her to come.
And, besides,' she didn't come to see
nee."
"Did she tell you that?"
"I have taken precious good care
ttat she shouldn't have the chance. I
sew her name and her father's on
the hotel register ; and just about that
time I remembered that I could prob
ably get a bite to eat out here."
"You are queer ! All men are a little
qtieer, I think always excepting colo-
nei-daddy. Don't you want to see her?
"Indeed, I don't!"
"Not even for old times' sake?"
"No; not even for old times' sake.
Pre given you the- wrong impression
completely, if you think there is any
oHiigation on my -part. It might have
diifted on to the other things In the
course of time, simply because neither
of us might have known any better
than to let it drift. But that's all a
bf.ck number, now."
"Just the same, her coming shocked
you."
"It certainly did," he confessed sober
ly; and then: "Have" you forgotten
what I told you about the circumstances
under which I left home?" '
"Oh !" she murmured, and as once
before there was a little gasp to go
with the word. Then : "he wouldn't
she wouldn't "
"No," he answered; "she wouldn't;
but her father would."
"So her father wanted her to marry
the other man, did he?"
Smith's laugh was an easing of
strains. "You've pumped me dry," he
returned, the sardonic humor reassert
ing itself.
A motorcar, was coming up the drive
way. It was high time that an inter
- raption of some sort was breaking in,
:md .when the colonel appeared and
luTUigtit Stimngs with Wm to the loung
ing end of the pDrch, a business eonfer
'uce began wit'eh gave Miss Corona an
-sri-use to disappear, and which ac
VoiiMtcd easily for the remainder of the
.smhs:
Smith returned to Brewster the next
morning by way of the dam, maWng
the long detour count for as touch as
possible in the matter of sheer time
killing. It was a little before noon
when he reached town by the-roundabout
route, and went to the hotel to
reconnoiter. The roomclerk who gave
him his key gave him also tne informa
tion he craved.
"Mr. Richlander? Oh, yes; he left
early this morning by the stage. He is
interested in some gold properties up
in the range beyond Topaz. Fine old
gentleman. Do you know him, Mr.
Smith?"
"The name seemed familiar when I
saw it on the. register last evening,"
was Smith's evasion; "but it is not
such a very uncommon name. He
didn't say when he was coming back?"
"No."
Smith took a fresh hold upon life
and liberty. While the world is peril
ously narrow in some respects, it Is
comfortably broad In others, and a
danger once safely averted is a danger
lessened. Snatching a hasty luncheon
in the grillroom, the fighting manager
of Timanyoni High Line hurried across
to the private suite in the Kinzie build
ing offices Into which he had lately
moved and once more plunged Into the
business battle.
Notwithstanding a new trouble
which Stillings had wished to talk over
with his president and the financial
manager the night before the claim
set up by the dead-and-gone railroad
to a right of way across the Timanyoni
at the dam the battle was progress
ing favorably. Williams was accom
plishing the incredible in the matter
of speed, and the dam was now nearly
ready to withstand the high-water
stresses when they should come. The
powerhouse was rising rapidly, and
the machinery was on the way from
the East. Altogether things were look
ing more hopeful than they had at any
period since the hasty reorganization.
Smith attacked the multifarious details
of his many-sided job with returning
energy. If he could make shift to hold
on for a few days or weeks longer. . . .
While Smith was dictating the final
batch of letters to the second stenog
rapher a young man with sleepy eyes
and yellow creosote stains on his fin
gers came in to ask for a job. Smith
put him off until the correspondence
was finished and then gave him a hear
ing. , "What kind of work are you looking
for?" was the brisk query.
"Shorthand work, if I can get it,"
said the man out of a job.
Smith was needing another stenog
rapher and he looked the applicant
over appraisingly. The appraisal was
not entirely satisfactory. There was a
certain shifty furtiveness in the half
opened eyes, and the rather weak chin
hinted at a possible lack of the dis
creetness which is the prime requisite
in a confidential clerk.
"Any business experience?"'
"Yes ; I've done some railroad work."
"Here in Brewster?"
Shaw lied smoothly. "No; in
Omaha."
"Any recommendations?"
The young man produced a handful
of "To Whom It May Concern" letters.
They were all on business letterheads,
and were apparently genuine, though
none of them were local. Smith ran
them over hastily and he had no means
of knowing that they had been care
fully prepared by Crawford Stanton at
no little cost in ingenuity and painstak
ing. Mow careful the preparation nad
been was revealed in the applicant's
ready suggestion.
"You can write or wire to any of
these gentlemen," he said; "only, if
there is a job open, I'd be glad to go to
work on trial."
The business training" of the present
makes for quick decisions. Smith
"And You Ran Away?"
snapped a rubber band around the let
ters and shot them into a pigeonhole of
his desk.
"We'll give you a chancfe to show
what you can do," he told the man out
of work. "If you measure up to the
requirements, the job will be perma
nent. Yua may come in tomorrow
morning and report to Mr. Miller, the
chief clerk."
Having other things to think of,
Smith forgot the sleepy-eyed young fel
low instantly. But it is safe to assume
that he would not have dismissed the
Incident so readily If he had known
that Shaw had been waiting in the
anteroom during the better part of the
dictating interval, and that on the de
parting applicant's cuffs were micro
scopic notes of a number of the more
important letters.
CHAPTER XIII.
"Sweet Fortune's Minion."
It was late dinner-time when Smith
closed the bis roll-top desk in the nw
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puvuie suite iu uie ivmzie DUliaing eg
fices and went across the street to t&
hotel. The great dining room of tHj&
Ilophra House was on the ground floq
The room was well filled, but the he
waiter found Smith a small table U)
the shelter of one of the pillars ar
brought him an evening paper. f
Smith gave his dinner order and b4
gan to glance through the paper.- T
subdued chatter and clamor of the b
room dinned pleasantly in his eatfl
Half absently he realized that the he
waiter was seating someone at tfttV
place opposite his own ; then the f ai$
odor of violets, instantly reminiscent
came to his nostrils. He knew i
stinctiveiy, and before he could vtt t
the newspaper aside, what had haB;
pened. Hence the shock, when he fouwcl
himself face to face with Verda Riciil
lander, was not so completely paraly
ing as it might have been. Shew4&
looking across at him with a lazy smil
in the glorious brown eyes, and tbji
surprise was quite evidently no sug
prise for her. p
"I told the waiter to bring me over
here," she explained; and then, quite;
Hit it II, If. Lt 1,11
H nil ma mmm
'But You
Believe Me
You?"
pleasantly : "It is an exceedingly iittl
world, isn't it, Montague?"
He nodded gloomily.
St
"Much too little for a man to hid
lie ufciircu, uuumg . iui J. lllllllf
I have known that, all along; knowna
at least, that it would be only a ques
tion of time." .
After the waiter had taken-Miss
Richlander's order she began 'again. .f
"Why did you run awiiy?" she asked
Smith shrugged his shoulders help3
lessly
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"if. .i
Guilty, Don"
"What else was there for me to dog "That is more like it. I used to be
Besides, I believed, at the time.that rjafraid that you hadn't a drop of sport
had killed Dunham. I could havef'ing blood in you, Montague, and I am
sworn he was dead when I left him." .giad. to learn, even at this late dav,
one was toying iaiy wmi tne saia(ijg
fork. "Sometimes I am almost sorry
that he wasn't," she offered.
"Which is merely another way om
saying that you were unforgiving
enough to wish to see me hanged?" htiS
suggested, with a sour smile.
There was a pause and then she wenf
uu : i suppose you linow wnat misM
been happening since you ran away -n
what has been done in Lawrenceyille, i
mean?" m
"I know that I have been indicted
the grand jury and that there is a r
ward out for me. It's two thous
dollars, isn't- it?" . m
She let the exact figure of tne re
ward go unconfirmed. . ' m
"And still you are going about itf
public as if all the hue and cry meirti3
nothing to you? The beard is-an im-j
provement it makes you look olde
and more determined but it doesn'g
anywnere, ana otner people win.
Again his shoulders went up.
"What's the use?" -he said. '
couldn't dig deep enough nor fly higlf
enough to dodge everybody. You havg
! found me, and if you hadn't, somebodf
else would have. It would have beei
the same any time and anywhere." g
x nua uiLt:iiuiii iu ju uji iu mvp
mines with father," she said evenly:
"But last evening, while I was waiting
T trrn M tnfAVirl! n 4-r CTA j-hVt 1m 4-j-v
for him to finish his talk with sonigd
mining men, I was standing in the. meza
voninA lv-lrlr"k rr rl rTtrr trf V r 1 iV V tt Tift
saw you go to the desk and leave your-1
key; I was sure I couldn't be mistal-
ken ; so I told'f ather that I had change
my mind about going out to the mines.!
and he seemed greatly relieved.
had been trying to persuade me that
would be much more comfortable if m
should wait for him here."
. It was no stirring of belated senttf
ment that made Smith say: "You-S;
you cared enough to wish to see me?jt1
"Naturally," she replied. "Some peojla
ple'forget easily: others don't. I supll
Dose I am one of the others." ' M
Smith remembered the proverb abou
a woman scorned and saw a menacg
more to be feared than all the terror
of the law lurking in the even-tone
rejoinder. It was - with some fqolisj
idea of thrusting the menace aside
any cost tnacnesaia: xou nave oniy
to sena a ten-wora telegram to Sheritg
Macauley, you know. I'm not sure. thaw
it isn't your duty to do so;
"Why should you telegraph. Bartons
Macauley?" she asked placidly. 'Tng
not one of his deputies.
"But you believe me guilty, don'
you?
The handsome Raiders twitched ifj
the barest hint of indifference. VAs H
haye said, I am not i.e. Bart Macauky's
ham's. Neither am I the judge ftnd
jury to put you in the prisoner's bo:
and try you. I suppose you knew whai
youwere doing, and why you did it
But I do think you might. havj writteitj3
me a line, Montague. That would havp like, may be a merry life, but it will
been the least you could have iion;.'":-'e a short one. The curse of modern
For some time afterward the -JHUfe i.'e overfeeding. Dr Vmnk Orano
Tvas not resumed. Mtet ftiehlande whjj
apparently enjoying her dinner. Smith
was. not enjoying his, hut he ate a& a
troubled man often will ; mechanically
atid as a matter of routine. It was not
until the dessert had been served that
the young woman took up the thread
of the conversation precisely as if it
had never been dropped.
"I think you know that you have no
reason to be afraid of me, Montague;
but I can't say as much for father. He
will be back in a few days, and when
he comes it will be prudent for you to
vanish. That is a future, however."
Smith's laugh was brittle.
"We'll leave it a future, if you like.
'Sufficient unto the day is
the evil
thereof.' "
"Oh; so you class me as an evil, do
you?" '
"No; you know I didn't mean that;
I merely mean that it's no use crossing
the . bridges before "we come to them.
I've been living from day to day so
long now, that I am becoming hard
ened to it."
Again there was a pause, and again
it was Miss Richlander who broke it.
The slow smile was dimpling again at
the corners of the perfect mouth.
"You are going to need a little help,
Montague my help arent you? It
occurs to me that you can well afford
to show me some little friendly atten
tion while I am Robinson-Crusoed here
waiting for father to come back."
"Let me understand," he broke in,
frowning across the table at her. "You
are willing to ignore what has hap-pened-
to that extent? You are not
forgetting that in the eyes of the law
I am a criminal?"
She made a faint little gesture of im
patience. "Why do you persist in dragging
that in? I am not supposed to know
anything about your business affairs,
with Watrous Dunham or anybody
else. Besides, no one knows me here,,
and no one cares. Besides, again, I am
a stranger in a strange city and we are
or we used to be old friends." (
Her half-cynical tone made him
frown again, thoughtfully, this time.
"Women are curious creatures," he
commented. "I used to think I knew a
little something about them, but I
guess it was a mistake. What do you
want me to do?"
"Oh, anything you like; anything
that will eep me from being bored to
death."
Smith laid his napkin aside and
glanced at his watch.
"There is a play of some kind on at
the. opera house, I believe," he said',
rising and going around to draw her
chair aside. "If you'd care to go, I'll
see if I can hold somebody up for a
M couple of seats."
that I was mistaken. Take me up-
stairs, and we'll go to the play."
They loft the dining room together,
and .there was more than one pair of
eyes to follow them in frank admira
tion. "What a strikingly handsome
couple," said a bejewelled lady who
sat at the table nearest the door: an'd
her companion, a gentleman with rest-
less eyes and thin lips and a rather
wicked jaw, said : "Yes ; I don't know
the woman, but the man is Colonel
Baldwin's new financier; the fellow
who calls himself 'John Smith.' "
The bediamonded lady smiled dryly.
"You say that as if you had a mortal
quarrel with his name, Crawford. If I
were the girl, I shouldn't find fault
with the nanie." You say you don't
.know her?"
S'tanton had pushed his chair back
and was rising. "Take your time with
the ice cream, and I'll join you later
upstairs. I'm going to find out who the
gifl is, since you wafljp to know."
CHAPTER XIV.
Broken Threads.
Mr. Crawford Stanton a little later
went upstairs to rejoin the resplendent
lady, who was taking her after-dinner
ease in the most comfortable lounging
chair the mezzanine parlor afforded.
"No good," he reported. "The girl's
name is Richlander, and she or her
father comes f rotn one of half a dozen
'Lawrencevillcs' you can take your
choice among 'em."
"Money?" queried the comfortable
one.
"Buying mines in the Topaz," said
the husband mechanically. He was
not thinking specially of Mr. Josiah.
Richlander's'' possible or probable rat
ing with the commercial agencies; he
was wondering how well Miss Rich
lander knew John Smith, and in what
manner she could be persuaded to toll
what she might know. While he was
;f turning it ovor in his" mind the two in
question, Smith and the young woman,
passed through the lobby on their way
to. the theater. Stanton, watching them
narrowly from the vantage-point af
forded" by the . galleried mezzanine,
drew his own conclusions. By all the
little signs th were not merey chance
acquaintances or even casual friends.
Their relations were clostr-ahd of j
l0nger standing.
Stanton puzzled over his? problem
long time, long after Mrs. Si anton had
forsaken the easy chair and had disap-
I neared from the scene. His Eastern
i-S pmninvorti were ornwinf irnseihlv im-
patient Who was tnis fellow gmithj
g! and what was his backing? they were
1)egiRning to aslc; and with the asking
there. were intinmions that ifJJr.
Crawford Stanton were finding his task
too difficult, there was always an al
ternative. (TO BE CONTINUED.)
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To eat what you like, and all yoi'
for WmeM
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Great Britain was the first naval
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Swamp Root. Dr. Kilmer's Prescrip
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The kidneys should receive some as
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Get a bottle from your druggist.
However, if you wish first to test this
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Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a
sample bottle. When writing be sure and
mention this paper. Adv.
Why Look?
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out, and the doctor was congratulating
himself, when she stopped and ex
claimed :
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if my tongue was coated?"
"I know it isn't," wearily replied the
medical man. "You don't find grass
on a race track."
To Extend Railway.
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The Description.
"I'm sure you will like him. He has
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conversation and a wonderful fund of
information."
"What is he?" inquired Miss Alma
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MOTHER!
Have you ever used MOTHER'S JOT.
SALVE for Colds, Coughs, Croup and
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It will cure you. Adv.
Not a Bit of Use.
There was some speculation as to
whether the instrument would benefit
the old gentleman or not. One was
holding the ear trumpet, while another
was explaining its use and showing
old Mr. Shortcash how to hold it to his
ear.
"Say something to him through It,
Binks," said one to the other.
Now Binks had long waited for an
opportunity to reach Mr. Shortcash's
ear, so, speaking very distinctly Into
the trumpet he said:
"You've not paid me that five dol
lars you owe me yet, Mr. Shortcash."
But the old gentleman put the In
strument down with disappointment on
his face, and they could see it was a
failure even before he had time to
say :
"That thing's not a bit of use to
me."
And he sighed, but his sigh was not'
so deep as that which came from
Binks.
Sure Enough.
The ball had gone over the fence, as
balls will in suburban gardens, and a
small but unabashed batsman ap
peared at the front door to ask for it.
Then appeared an irate father. .
"How dare you show yourself at my
house? How dare you ask for your
ball? Do you know you nearly killed
one of my children with it?"
"But you've got ten children," said
the logical lad, "and I've only got one
baseball."
Where the Gender Comes In.
Teacher Willie, how many seconds
in a minute?
Willie Masculine or feminine?
Teacher Masculine or feminine !
What do you mean?
Willie There's a big difference.
When pop says he'll be down In a min
ute it's sixty seconds, but when sister
Susie says she'll be down in a minute
it's GOO seconds.
A good-looking woman ought to
make a successful detective.
Better a cheerful nature than a mor
bid success.
YOU BET
I'M HELPING
SAVE THE
WHEAT??
'ostToasties
For me 3 times a day