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SENTINEL- JOURNAL
PUBLISHED WEEKLY.
PICKENS, SOUTH CA.ROLINA.
A college education is getting to be
mighty expensive--for alumni.
Still this Is just the weather you
were wishing for last February.
That wind blown suminer resort ad
vertising begins to look very catchy.
The summer girl was never more
fascinating than she is this season.
An umpire never reverses a deci
sion, although asked to do so every
day.
A Sacramento minister defended Sun
day baseball, and they say he struck
right out.
Worse than not being able to swin
these days is not being able to go
swimming.
InidlItion to the wireless telegraph
Chicago will now have )ermanently
noiseless peddlers.
hena itian bonsts about his old age
it is geierally found that he has noth
ing else to boast about.
Chicago has twice as many tele
phones as London. But then it has
twice as much to say.
A littsburg scientist says there is a
microbe in ever'y kiss. Pittsburg ought
to know that by this time.
A new counterfeit $20 bill is in cr
culation. Watch for it when the con
ductor hands you your change.
Visit any store where they sell
straw hats and view the impressive
ceremony of putting the lid on.
Itedman Wananiaker is insured for
$4,500,000, but it is not stated wheth
er he is an aviator or a canoeist.
Warmer winters are promised. It is
consoling to know that they cannot
be warmer than the summers.
No first class summer resort, as you
may have observed, ever has any
flies or mosquitoes for publication.
When you discover two souls with
but a single thought the thought con
cerps the coolest place within reach.
* A good many of our householders
la' Lunder the impression that ice is
m, tred by the carat, like diamonds.
IEngland has just launched her first
war airship. It is called the Mayily.
Probably the implied doubt is justill
able.
One who will sit out on the bleach
ers wvhen the temper-ature is playing
aroundl 100 must really wvant to see
the ball game.
Polo is a great game, andi might be
even more thrilling and spectacular ii
the players would ride motorcycles In
stea.i of horses.
Willie Berri's Btrooklyn playmatei
can niever brag successfully about hav'
ing had the measles, for- Willie steppe<
In the president's soup.
A New York physician says that ont
can ecaC~pe typhild fever by chewinj
tobacco. Thle remedy, howev'er, ib
worse than the (Ilsease.
Several hundried marriages in Chica
go have beeni declaired v-oid, thereb:
saving a good miany peole the ex
pense of a trilp to lleno.
A young woman in lit-ooklyn want:
to marry the steps~on of her father-in
law's first wif'. All of which is ou
notion of considerable mixup.
"You'll not niot ice the heat if yoi
doni't talk about it," says l)octo
Wiley. The trouble is that other pecC
pie insist on talking about it.
A IBoston court has been called o1
to decide whether baseball playing i
labor. It seems to be0 when the D~et rol
team is pllayin~g on the ot her sideC.
E~dison says that thle cnd of tihe Ire
ley car is in sight. IBut the boldest iI
venhtor- has not yet tackled the prot;
lemi of the str-ap-haniger-less car.
A Chicago woman has had a lawye
arrested, alleging that lie called her al
"old cat." Call a wvoman a cat, if yol
must, but never call her an old cat.
A Chicago woman says that divorce
are more comimon now because ho
sex have raised the standard of marl
hood. Any old kind of a husband wvil
no longer do, she says. Ho0w doe:
it happen, then, that so many men go
married?
A Swedish astronomer gives th,
earth more than 10,000 years longe
to live. Which looks bad for our dli
scendants in about the three hur
dredth generation~.
DYLOU L JO30
AUTHOR OP "THE9 BRASS
L.UMUO@00 bY IDbU
COPYRIG-HT BY LO/3 c1'O.4R V1ANC
ful
SYNOPSIS. sh(
ha
David Amber. starting for a duck-shoot- O
ing visit with his friend, Quaint, comes up
on a young lady equestrian who has been QU
dismounted by her horse becoming fright
ened at the sudden appearance in the road
of a burly Hindu. Ho declares he is
Beharli Lal Chatter i, "the appointed sh
mouthpiece of The Bell," addresses Amber
as a man of high rank and pressing a
mysterious little bronze box. "The To
ken," into his hand, disappears in the
wood. The girl calls Amber by name.
ki
CHAPTER 11. (Continued), be
"You will have It that I must sur- o
render my only advantage-my In
cognito. If I tell you how I happen to no
know who you are, I must tell you
who I am. Immediately you will lose th
interest in me, because I'm really not
at all advanced; I doubt if I should
understand your book if I had to read ml
it." m
"Which heaven forfend! But why," of
he insisted mercilessly, "do you wish
me to be interested in you?"
She flushed becomingly at this and
acknowledged the touch with a rieful,
smiling glance. But, "Because I'm
interested in you," she admitted open
ly.
"And . . . why?" It
"Are you hardened to such adven
tures?" She nodded in the direction
the bahu had taken. "Are you ac- kii
custonied to being treated with ex- I
traordinary respect by stray Bengalis at)
and accepting tokens from them? Is
romance comronplace to you?" el
"Oh," he said, disappointed, "if it's I
only the adventure-! Of course, to,
that's easly enough explained. This ex
half-witted mammoth-don't ask me fri
how he came to be here-thought he fai
recognized in me some one he had in
known in India. Let's have a look at tl
this token-thing." ne
He disclosed the bronze box and let w"'
her take it in her pretty fingers. ne
"It must have a secret spring," she hu
concluded, after a careful inspection. ll
"I think so, but . . ." pui
She shook it, holding it by her ear. wi
"There's something inside-it rattles ga
ever so slightly. I wonder!" or
"No more than I." ty
"And what are you going to de with dlh
it?" She returned it reluctantly. of.
"Why, there's nothing to do but fu
keep it till the owner turns up, that I P
can see." er
"You won't break it open?" th
"Not until curiosity overpowers by
me and I've exhausted every artiflce, to
trying to fIrd the catch." or
"Are you a patient person, Mr. Am
ber?" -th
"Not extraordinarily so, Miss Far- is
rell." .*. ti
"Ohow did you guess?" ni
"Dly remember-ing not to b)0 stupid.l,
You are Misqs Sophia Farrell, daughter
of Colonel Farrell of the British dip
lomatic service in Indlia." lie a
chuckled cheerfully over his triumph al
of deductive reasoning. "You are vis- N
iting the Quatns for a few days, while ti
en route for India with some friends ft
wvhoso name I've for-gotten--" iii
''The Rlolands," she prompted in- b)
voluntar-ily.,
"Thank you. . . . The Rolands, ql
who are stopiping in New York. You've b
lived several years wilth your father a
in India, wenit hack to London to n1
'conme out' and~ are returning, hav-ing ri
been presentedl at the cour-t of St.
James. Your' mother was an Ameri- hi
can girl, a schoolmate of Mrs. n
Quain's. I'm afraidl that's tho whole u.
sumi of my knowledge of you,"h
''You've tur-ned the tables fauirly.
Mr. Aniber-," she admitted, ''And v
Mr. Quain wrote you all that?'' ii
"I'm afr'aid lho told me almost as r
much about you as lie told you about in
me; we're old ft-lends, you kniowu. And~
now I conie to think of it, Quaiu ti
has one of the few photogr-aphs of mue ti
-extant. So my chain of' ireasonintg's Tf
Scomphlte. And I think we'd bettoer li
hurrmy on to TIanglewood.'' it
''Indeed, yes. AMrs. Qutain will be in
wild with worry if that aunial findls e~
r his way back to the stable without
me; I'v-e been very thoughtless." s
"Hl-ow~ much longer shall you r ay hi
at Tanglewood, Miss Farrell?"
"Unhappily," she sighed, "I must p
leave on the early tranin tojeorrow, to k
' oin the Rolands in New init." d
"You don't want to go ?"
"I'nimuaf an Amieric-an, Mi', Amber.
I've learned to love the counitry al- a
-ready, Biesides, we start imlmedliately a
.for San Francisco, andl it'll be such II
.a little while before I'll 1)e in Ind~ia." f'
"You don't care for India?" .v
"I've known it for less than six a
years, but already I've come to hati
tasthoroughly as any exiled Engli-h
woman there, It sits ther'e like a t
a great, insatiable monster, devouring,
English lives. Indirectly it was re-t
sponsible for my mother's deoath; shte F
never recovered from the illness she
contracted when my father was sta- r
r tioned in the Deccan. In the course I
- of time it will kill my father, jutst as g
iit did his fat-her and hits elder br-other, a
a It's a crunel, hateful, ungrateful land F
t -not without the price we pay for- it." o
"I know how you feel," he sid with
sympathy. "It's been a good mtany
Syears since I visited India, andl of t
course I then saw and heard little of in
the darker side, Your peoole are ti
brave enough, out there."n
"They are. I don't knowv about gov- e
ernent; but its servants are loyal (
and devoted and unselfish and cheer'- a
'N -
) VANCL
BOWI."r LTC.
And I don't at all understand,"
added in confusion, "why I should
ee decided to inflict upon you my
otional hatred of the country. Your
3stion gave me the opening, and
orgot myself."
'I assure you I was thoroughly
>cked, Miss Farrell."
'Will you tell me something?"
'If I can."
'About the man who wouldn't ac
owledge knowing you? You remem
r saying three people had been mis
ten about your identity this after- 1
an."c
'No, only one-the babu. You're I
mistaken-"
'I knew you must be David Amber I
3 moment I heard you speaking t
di." 9
'And the man at the station wasn't t
staken-uiless I am. He knew ine (I
ifectly, I believe, but for reasons t
his own refused to recognize me." t
'Yes--?"
'II. was an English servant named
ggott, who is-or on1ce was-a valet
the service of an old friend, a
Lm1 naned Ru1tton."
She repeated the name: "Rutton?
seems to me I've heard of him."
'You have?"
'I don't remernber," she confessed,
Itting her level brows. "The name
s a familiar ring, somehow. But
out the valet?"
'\ell, I wasivery intimate with his
iployei' for a long time, though we
ven't met for several years. Rut
i was a strange creature, a man of
traordinary genius. who lived a
endless, solitary life-at least, so
as I knew; I once lived with him
a little place he had in Paris for
ce months and in all that time he
ver received a letter or a caller. He
,s reticent about himself, and I
ver asked any questions, of course,
t in spite of the fact that he spoke
glish like an Englishman and was a
blic school man, apparently, I al
.ys believed he had a strain of Hun
ran blood in him-or else Italian
Spanish. I know that sounds pret
broad, but he was enigmatic-a rid
I never managed to make much
Aside from that he was wonder
a linguist, speaking a dozen
ropean languages and more east
a tongues and dialects, I believe,
an any other living man. We met
accident in Berlin and were drawn
gether by our common interest in
lentalism. Later, hearing I was in
tris, he hunted me ip and insisted
at I stay with him there while fin
iing my big book-the one whose
le you know. His assistance to
a then wvas lnvaluable. After that
lost track of him."
"And the valet?"
"Oh. I'd forgotten Doggott. Hie was
cockney, as silent and self-containe'd
Rutton. . . . To get back to
okomis: I met Doggott at the sta
'in, called him by name, and he r
sed to admit knowing me--sald I
uist have mistaken him for his twin
'other. I could tell by his eyes that
lied, andl it madle mle wvonder. It's
iito implhossible that Rutton should
In this nieck of the woods; lhe was
man who preferredl to live a hieri'lt
centers of civilization. . . . Cu
ouis!"
"I dIon't wonder you think so. Per
3.s the man hiad been upl to some
ischief. . . .Bunt," said the girl
ith a note of regret, "we're almost
>ime!"
They had come to the seawvard
Prge' of the woodland, wher'e the
-ees antd scrub rose like a wild hedge
tw on one side of a broad, w~ell
otalled highway.
To the r'ight, Oin the other side of
ic road,~ a rustic fence Lselosed the
imi, well-gree~med plantations of
anglewood Lodge; through the dead
mhbs a window of the house winkea
the sunset( glow like an eye of gar
et. And as the two appeared a man
hme ri'ti ng lip the roadl, shioutinlg.
'"Thiat's Quain! " criedl Amber; and
'nt a long ci'y of gireeting toward
"Walt!" said the girl impulsively,
Ltting out a dletalning hand. "Le~t's
CCI) (our secriet," she begged, hier eyes
aincing-"just for the funi of it!"
"01u1 seret!"
"Ab~out the biabui and the Token; it's
lilt of mystery and~ romanece to mae
nd( we dlon't ofteni find that in our
ves, (1( we? Let us5 keel) it Personal
>r a while--between ourselves; andl
All will piromnise to lot me know if
nythling unusual ever comes of it,
fter' I've gone. We can say that I
'as ridling carelessly, whIch Is quite
'lie, and that tho horse shied andl
irewv mue, which again is trule; but
'ie rent for ourselves only..,,
leae.. .. What do you say?"
lie was Infected by her sp)irit of ir
3spionslblle mischief. "Why, yes
say yen," lie replied; and then, more
ravely: "I think lt'll be very pleas
it to share a secret with you, Miss
arrell. I shan't nay a word to any
rio, uintil I have to."
As events tuirnied he had no need
a mention~ the incidlent until the
torning of the seventh day following
io girl's dlepartuire. In the interim
othing happened and he was able to
ijoy some excellent shooting with
uain, his thoughts undIsturbed by
ay further appar.ance of te babu
But on the seventh morn-ing It be
ame evide3nt that, a burglary had
een visited upon the home of his
josts. A window had been forced in
he rear of the house and a trail of
iurnt watches and candle-grease be
ween that entrance and the door of
timber's room, together with the
oinewhat curious circumstance that
iothing whatever was missing from
he personal effects of the Quains,
orced him to make an explanation.
'or his own belongings had been
ifled and the bronze box alone ab
tracted-still preserving its secret.
In its place Amber found a soiled
lip of note paper inscribed with the
ound, unformed handwriting of the
abu: "Pardon, sahib. A mistake has
een made. I seek but to regain that
vhich is not yours to possess. There
vill be naught else taken. A thou
and excuses from your hmbl. obt.
vt., Behari Lal Chatterji."
CHAPTER ill.
Marooned.
A cry in the windy dusk; a sudden,
ollow booming overhead; a vision of
ountless wings in panic, sketched in
lack upon a background of dulled
liver; two heavy detonations and,
ith the least of intervals, a third;
iree vivid flashes of crimson and
old stabbing the purple twilight; and
lien the acrid reek of smokeless
rifting into Amber's face, while from
ie sky, where the V-shaped flock had
een, two stricken bundles of blood
tained feathers fell slowly, fluttering.
Shotgun poised abreast, his keen
yes marking down the fall of his
rey, Amber stood without moving,
xultation battling with a vague re
iorse in his bosom-as always when
e killed. Quain, who had dropped
ack a pace after firing but one shot
nd scoring an unqualified miss at
lose range, now stood plucking clum
ily, with half frozen fingers, at an
ibstinate breechlock.
"Just my beastly luck!" he growled
It wouldn't 've been me if-! How
aany 'd you pot, Davy?"
"Only two," said Amber, lowering
kls weapon, extracting the speni
hells, and reloading.
"Only two!" The information roused
n Quain a demon of sarcasm. "Only
o 7N
They Had Come to the
two! Hlow many 'd you expect i
drop, on a snap-shot like that?"
"Twvo," returned Amber so piatient1
that Quain relue'stedl him, explosivel
to go to the devil. "if you don't mind
he said, "I'll go after my ducks I
stead. You'll follow? They're ov
there, on our way."
Fifty yardls or so away he found tl'
(lucks, side by side in a little hollm~
"Pine fat birds," lhe adjudgedl thei
sagely.
Satisfaction glimmering in hi
grave (lark eyes, he lingered in t L
hollowv, while the frosty air, whippin
madly through the sand lills, stunm
his face till it glowed beneath tli
brown. But presently, like the gho!
of a forgotten kiss, something moni:
and chill touched gently his che('l
andl was gone. Startled, lhe glance
skyward, thien extended an a
watching it curiously while the roug
fabric of his sleeve was salted geu
erously with fine white flakes. Tlhoug
to some extent alprehiendled (they' ha
been blind indeed to have igniored~ th
menace of the dour day just the
dying) snowv had figured ini their ca
culations as little as th'e scarcity
game. Amber wonderedl dimly if
wvould work a change ini their plan:
prove an obstacle to their safe r<
turn across the bay.
The flurry thickening in the air,
shade of anxiety colored his moot
"Thiis'll never do!" lie declared, an
ret himself to ascend a nearby duni
Behind him a meager strip of san
held back a grim andl angry se'a; b<
fore him lay an eighth of a mile<
sand-locked desolation, and then tim
weltering bay-a wide two nilles<
leaping, shouting waves, slate-colore
but white of crests. Beyond, seen
dimly as a wall through driving sheets
of snow, were the darkly wooded
rises of the mainland.
But, in the gloom, their little cat
boat lay occult to his searching gaze.
Qualn's voice recalling him, he turn
ed to discover his host stumbling
through a neighboring vale, and obey
ing a peremptory wave of the elder
man's hand, descended, accompanied
by an avalanche in miniature.
"Better hurry," shouted Amber, as
soon as he could make himself heard
above the screaming of the gale.
"Wind's freshening; it looks like
mean weather."
"Really?" Quain fell into step at
his side. "You 'stonish me. But the
good Lord knows I'm willin'. Where
about's the boat?"
"Blessed if I know: over yonder
somewhere," Amber told him, waving
toward the bay-shore an arm as
vaguely helpful as his information
"Thank you so much. Guess I can
find her all right. Hump yo'self,
Davy."
They plodded on heavily, making
fair progress in spite of the hindering
sand.
A little later they came to the wa
ter's edge and proceeded steadily
along it, Quain leading confidently.
Eventually he tripped over some ob
stacle, stumbled and lurched forward
and recovered his balance with an
effort, then remained with bowed
head, staring down at his feet.
"Hurt yourself, old man?"
"No!" snapped Quain rudely.
"Then what in-"
"Eh?" Qualn roused, but an in
stant longer looked him blankly in
the eye. "Oh," he added brightly
"oh, she's gone."
"The boat-?"
"The boat," affirmed Quain, too dis
couraged for the obvious retort un
gracious. He stooped and caught up
a frayed end of rope, exhibiting it in
witness to his statement. "Ain't it
hell?" he inquired plaintively.
He cast the rope from him in dis
dain und wheeled to stare baywards.
"There!" he cried, leveling an arm
to indicate a dark and fleeting shadow
upon the storm-whipped water. "There
she goes-not 300 feet off. It can't be
Bewad egeofth7oolad
o ie iutssic sewokd)os
rSeaw ly. Verg of "tut Wfoshdlhd.
sthe stands," hewmnde uucky,!h
e. andomshore;lehepiit hotein pte toh
.lorn hope, "she'll go aground in anotl
a er fivo miniutes-andl I know jus
where. I'll go afpoer her."
s "The deuce you will ! How ?"
e "There's an 01(1 skimmy up thi
g shore a ways." Already Quain wa
g moving off in search of it. "Notice
e her this morning. Daresay she leak
t like a si('ve, but at worst the waters
t pretty shoal inshore, hereabout."
,"[Damn!" Qlan brought up shor
dI with a shin barked against a thwar
j, of the row boat ho hadl been seeking
h and in recognition of the mishap lib
i- orally insulted his luck.
h Amber, knowing that his hurl
d was 'is inconsiderable as his ill-temn
e pce', which was more than half-feigne<
n to mask his anxiety, laughed quietly
I- meanwhile inispeeting their find wvitl
f a critical eye.
t "You dlon't seriously mean to put of
i, in this craz.y hen-coop, do you?" h<
m- asked.
"Just precisely that. It's the oni:
a way."
I. "It is simiple madness. I 'won't-"
d "You don't want to stay here al
!>. night, do you?''
dI "No, but-"
y. "Well, then, lend us a hand ami
>f don't standl there grumbling. iii
e thankful for what you've got, which i:
>f me and my enterprise."
Together they put their, shouldet
to the bows of the old, flat-bottomed
rowboat, wffh incredible, exertions up
rooting it from its ancient bed, and at
length had it afloat.
Panting, Quain mopped his forehead
with a handkerchief much the worse
for a day s association with gun
grease, and peered beneath his hand
into the murk that veiled the bay.
"There she is," he declared confi
dently: "aground." He pointed. "I'll
fetch up with her in no time."
But Amber could see nothing in the
least resembling the catboat, and said
so with decision.
"I'm coming, too," Amber said
quietly.
"The hell you aret D'you wart
sink us? What do you t."-%v tlo.
anyway-an excursion steun.- .
stay where you are and-I -i.
care of this till I come bL .X, oi. .
good fellow."
He thrust the butt of his shotgun
into Amber's face, and the latter,
seizing it, was rewarded by a vigor.
ous push that sent him back half a
dozen feet. At the same time the
painter slipped from his grasp and
Quain, lodging an end of the ell-pot
stake on the hard sand bottom, put
his weight upon it. Before Amber
could recover, the boat had slid off
and was melting swiftly into the shad
ows.
After a bit Quain's voice came
back: "Don't fret, Davy. I'm all right."
Amber cupped hands to mouth and
sent a cheerful hail ringing in re
sponse. Simultaneously the last,
least, indefinite blur that stood for the
boat in the darkness, vanished in a
swirl of .now; and he was alone with
the storm and his misgivings.
Twenty minutes wore wearily away.
Falling ever more densely, the snow
drew an impenetrable wan curtain be
tween Amber and the world of life
and light and warmth; while with
each disconrdant blast tho strength
of the gale seemed to wax, its high
hysteric clamor at times drowning
even the incessant deep bellow of the
ocean surf. Once Amber paused in his
patrol, having heard, or fancying he
had heard, the staccato plut-plut-plut
of a marine motor. On impulse, with
a swelling heart, lie swung his gun
skywards and pulled both triggers.
The double report rang in his ears
loud as a thunderclap.
In the moments that followed, while
he stood listening, with every fiber
of his being keyed to attention, the
sense of his utter isolation chilled his
heart as with cold steel.
A little frantically he loaded and
fired again; but what at first might
have been thought the faint far echo
of a hail he in the end set down reluc
tantly to a trick of the hag-ridden
wind.
An hour passed, punctuated at fre
quent intervals by unshots. Though
they evoked no any sort,
hope for Quain di d in ,km 's
heart. Resolutely he turned to a cou
sideration of his owu plight and
problematic way of escape.
His understanding of his situation
was painfully accurate; he was ma
roonedI upon what a flood tide made a
desert island but which at the ebb
was a peninsula-a long and narrow
strip of sand, bounded on the west by
the broad shallow channel to the
ocean, on the east connected with the
mainland by a sandbar which half the
dlay lay submerged.
(TO mE CONTINUED.)
QUEENS BOROUGH TIN HORSES
How Nightmares, Hobbies and i. les
-of Beer Were Put on the
City's Pay Roli.
"What's all this talk I hear about
tin horses in Queens borough?"
"I'm surprised at your ignorance.
Tin horses are a mere term used to
designate equines which never exist.
ed, part of a graft game."
"Explain some more, please."
"WVell, it was like this. If a fellow
with a pull wanted seome extra money
he would have a couple of nightmares,
report to the powers that be that he
had a team, and they would be hired,
at so much a day, for city work."
"Did all of the grafters have to
have mares?"
. "0, no; one of the gang had his
wife's twvo clothes horses, drawing full
t pay."
y "lie was a genius."
"Yes, another man had a hobby
I about not wanting to work, his son
had a hobby horse, and so he doubled
Sthem up and sent in bills for a team,
at least, so I hear."
- "Trhat's interesting."
t "Yes, rather. There was a rumor
going around the other day that a
man who owned a pair of ponies of
beer also figured in the game."
"I suppose if one of the gang's wife
and daughters Cwned pony skin coats
they could have got on the pay rolU
-too."
"Sure tihing; it was a pony skin
game, all the way through."
"And all that these take horses ever
drew was pay?"
"That's true, although they have set
tongues a-wagging."--Brooklyn Times.+
The Siamese Cat,
Siamese cats, with their curious
markings andi loud, discordant voices,
are favorite pets.
In many respects these animals of
Siamese breed are unique among fel
ines. They follow their owners like
dlogs; they are exceedingly affection.
ate and insist upon attention, and -
they mow loudly and uonstantly, as ii
trying to talk.. They have more vivao
ity and less dignity than usually fall.
1to the lot of cats.
In color they vary fro,
through shades of brown
There are two varieties,
Scats and the palace cats,
pal difference between the
th'at the palace breed is
color.

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