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CHAPTER I.?Richard Llghtnut, an
American with an affected English accent,
receives a present from a friend in
CHAPTER H?The present proves t&
be a pair of pajamas. A letter hints of
Burprises to the wearer.
I Don the Pajamas.
MBr Jove, Jenkins, they fit like a
I twisted before the glass and surveyed
the pajamas with much satisfaction.
They looked jolly right from
every point. Moreover, with all their I
easy looseness, there was not an inch
too much. They had a comfortable,
"Lucky thing they weren't made
originally for some whale like Jack 1
Billings?eh, Jenkins?" I commented
Behind his hand Jenkins indulged in
what is vulgarly known as a snicker.
"Mr. Billings, sir, he couldn't get
one shoulder in 'em, much less a? j
hTi?leg," he chuckled. "They'd he
In ribbons, sir!"
I yawned sleepily, and Jenkins instantly
sobered to attention. He held
finoror nror tho Switch AS I
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punched a pillow and rolled over on
"All right," I said; "push the jolly
thing out." And with a click darkness
fell about me.
"Good night, sir," came Jenkins'
"Night," I murmured faintly and I
Sometime, hours later, I awoke, and
with a devilish yearning for a smoke.
It often takes me that way in the
I climbed out in the blackness and
found my way into the other room. I
Remembered exactly where I had dropfeed
my cigarette case when we were
^^kiing with the pajamas by the table,
I found it without difficulty.
Win the act of stooping "for it, my
Hand clutched the edge of the table
Hind I felt a spot yield under the
Rressure of my thumb. It was the
' button' controlling the bell to Jen
"Lucky thing he sleeps like a jolly
porpoise." I reflected.
I pushed a wicker arm-chair into
the moonlight and breeze by a window,
and pulling a flame to a cigarette,
leaned back, feeling jolly comfy. For
the breeze was ripping and delicious,
and the delicate silk of the pajamas
flowed in little wavelets all the way
from my heels to my neck.
I was just about dropping off, when
I heard some one hurrying along the
private hall leading from the back.
Jenkins himself popped into the room.
"Did you ring, sir?" he inquired,
and advanced quickly.
And then, before I could think about
It to reply, he halted suddenly, almost
pitching forward. Then, with a kind
of wheezy howl, he sprang to the wall.
f Next instant, I was blinking under the
"Here, I say! Shut off that light!"
( remonstrated, half blinded.
I heard a swift rush across the
rugs, and the next thing I knew I was
roughly jerked from out my chair;
strong fingers clutched my throat, and
I found myself glaring into a frightened
but resolute face.
"Jen-Jenkins!" I tried to gasp, but
only a gurgle came.
I was so taken unawares, I knew it
must be some dashed dream. Perhaps
another minute, and I would
wake up. But he gripped me tighter
and shook me like a rag.
"Say, who are you?" he hissed.
"?10W aid you gei in iieie;
And then, of course, I knew that he
was crazy. Whether he was crazy
In a dream or crazy with me awake, I
couldn't guess. It made very little
difference, anyhow, for I knew that in
another minute I should be either
dream dead or real dead; and dash
me If I could see any odds worth tossing
for in either, you know.
But I don't belong to the athletic
club quite for nothing, and have man
He Sprang to the Wall.
aged to pick up a few tricks, you
know. So with the decision to chuck
the dream theory, I shot my leg forward
with a mix-up and twist that
made Jenkins loosen his clutch and
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, stagger backward.
"What's the matter with you?" I
gasped, advancing toward'"him. "Are
you trying to murder me?" But 1
was so hoarse, the only word that j
came out plainly was "murder."
! Jenkins uttered a nowi. .rieip, ivir. j
1 Lightnut! Murder!"
"You old fool!" I cried, exasperated, j
j ''Come here!"
1 He was coming. He seized a light
| chair and swung it behind his head,
i Then he rushed me with a shout.
"Oh, Mr. Lightnut!"
"Gone clear off his nut!" was my
thought. As he swung the chair, I
ducked low, and man and chair went
crashing to the floor. But he was up
again in a jiffy and dancing at me.
"Mr. Lightnut, sir, why don't you
"Help you?you jolly idiot?" I muttered
indignantly. Then my voice
raised: "I've a mind to kill you!"
With a yell, he made a kangaroo
i jump and swung at me again.
covo Vi^'c trnirtp- tn kill Tfifi. Mr.
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; Lightnut!" he panted as I dodged ,
: again. "Help me?wake up, sir:"
: Wake up? Wake up, indeed, when '
I had never been so devilish wide
! awake in all my life! I was sure
now about that. I moved toward him
"Stop your row!" I cried angrily; !
| "you'll have somebody in. Think I
want the police up here?"
With a glare at me, Jenkins darted
; past me to the bedroom I had just
left. Its light switch clicked, and
then back through the brightened
doorway he sprang and dashed for a
i wall cabinet at the side. He began
j tugging at its little drawer. And sud- i
denly I remembered the revolver j
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mere, an oia iony-uve uum a. mcuu i
; in Denver?and loaded!
My spring to intercept him was
quick, but not quick .enough! Half- j
way to him I pulled up under the j
compelling argument of the long blue
: barrel pointed at my head.
"Here! Look out, you fool?it's
: loaded!" I warned, backing away to
j the window.
j Jenkins advanced. "What have you
1 done with him?" he panted hoarsely.
"Where is he?"
"Where's who?" I asked savagely,
for I was getting devilish tired of it
j all. But for the publicity, I should j
j have yelled from the window.
"Where's Mr. Lightnut?" he de|
; "Oh, he's all right." I decided to j
1 adopt that soothing tone that I had
read somewhere was the proper caper
! with lunatics.
"Where?" Jenkins insisted, pushing j
And dashed if I knew what to answer;
for, if I made a mistake, it
might be serious, by Jove! Perhaps
some jocular reply would be safest?
might divert his attention, you know, ;
The open window gave me an idea.
"Why, do you know," I said pleas"T
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j the street."
It sounded like a cannon cracker,
j that gun! The shower of splintered
: glass from the picture between the j
; windows barely missed me. But 1
never waited a second?for this last i
j devilish straw was toD much, don't
you know, and something had to be
; done. I leaped for the weapon as it
| struck the hardwood floor between us,
| jerked from Jenkins' hand bv the un- |
: familiar upward kick. Another in!
stant and I was poking the muzzle j
i into his side.
"I've just had enough of this, you
! fool!" I cried .impatiently. "Here, I
! take a good look at me!" I pushed my' j
| face closer. "Look at me, I tell you!" j
By Jove, he shuddered! His eyes, j
j wide distended with terror, rolled to j
; the ceiling.
"I can't," he whispered; "I just
i can't?anything but that! Only, please, j
?please don't kill me, too."
"Kill you?" I said,'frowning sternly
' as he gave a furtive glance. "I cer- j
tainly will, if you don't take a good j
look at me!"
! He gave a sort of despairing sigh
and closed his eyes so tightly the
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he said sullenly; "you may kill me!"'
The way with these lunatics, I
; thought. Next thing, he would be j
1 begging and insisting that I kill him.
I I motioned to the door of my guestj
room and gave him a push.
"In there," I said, "and keep perfectly
And as he shot inside, I closed the j
door and locked it. I just had to take j
the chance of his hurting himself
against the walls and furniture; I j
didn't believe he was so crazy he j
would undertake the six-story leap to i
the ground. Listening, I heard something
like a sob. Then I caught my !
"Poor Mr. Lightnut," came chokingly;
"the kindest, gentlest master!"
i And then more sobs and gulps.
jtfy Jove, unaer nis msaae ucm&iuu,
I the poor beggar was grieving f<pr me; I
not thinking of himself at all, you
know. I felt my eyes grow a bit I
moist, somehow, and all at once my
| heart went heavy. Thought how long
; roor old Jenkins had been with me?
i ever since I was cut of college, you ;
j know?five years?and remembered
i how devilish faithful and attached he
: had always been. Poor old Jenks! It
1 was awful his going off this way! I.
recalled how he hnTl taken "to seeing
things, earlier in the evening, and had
made me see them, too, dash it! One
thing I determined: whatever had to
be done with him, he should have the
finest of attention.
I knew that I ought to telephone to
somebody or something, but dashed if
I had any idea who or where. Oddly
enough, not a soul seemed to have
been roused by the pistol shot, but 1
saw by the little clock that It was
close to three?the hour In a bachelor
apartment house when everybody is
asleep, if they're going to sleep at all.
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first was to get into some clothes. And
with this thought I was turning away,
when it occurred to me to make an
effort to see if poor Jenkins seemed
more rational now or had gone to
I tapped upon the door. "Are you
asleep?" I asked softly.
A howl of positive terror came
"I'm a-keeping quiet," he cried, "but
don't let me hear your voice again,
or I'll jump right out of the window."
I shook my head sadly and tiptoed
into my room, where I slipped hur
riedly out of the pajamas and Into
some clothes, then back I went to
the telephone. It was on my little
writing-desk close to the door confining
I lifted the receiver with a sigh.
"Hello, central," I began, responding
to the operator. "I say, will you
give me 'information?'"
A loud shout suddenly sounded from,
behind the closed door, and there
came a frantic double-pounding of
"Mr. Lightnut?Mr. Lightnut!"
screamed Jenkins. "Oh, Mr. Lightnut,
you're back?you're alive?I can
hear your voice! This is Jenkins, Mr.
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got me locked in!"
I clapped the receiver on the hook
and sprang to the door, unlocking it.
Jenkins almost tumbled into my arms.
By Jove, for a second I hung in the
wind, he acted so crazy still; at least,
it seemed so just at first. The fellow
threw his arm about my neck
and laughed?laughed and cried, dash
it?and just wringing my hands and
carrying on? Oh, awful! And even
when I got him into a chair, he just
sat there laughing and crying like a
jolly old silly, patting my hand, jrou
know', and wiping his eyes, what time
they were not devouring me.
"Has he gone, sir?" he gasped hus
kily. "Did he jump from the window?"
But I waved all questions
"After you've had some sleep," I insisted.
"Then I'll tell you the whole
jolly story." And I just got him to
his room myself, despite his distress
and protests over my attention.
"Thank you, sir, and good night,"
he said as I left him. And he murmured
placidly, "I guess we're all
But I was not so sure as to him,
when I viewed the broken chair and
scattered fragments of glass?ominous
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reminders 01 uie scene cuiuugn ?vun,u
I had passed. And so, though I threw
the pistol on top of a bookcase, I
spent the rest of the night upon the
soft cushions of ray big divan.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Southern Railway Cooperating With
Government in Handling Pine
Washington, D. C., March 27.?Repetition
of the enormous losses sustained
hv timber owners throughout
the South last year because of the
destructive pine beetle may be prevented
this year if timber owners
will simply burn the back of the dead
and dying pines from which the needles
have not yet fallen, the burning to
be done before May 1, according to
Dr. A. D. Hopkins, who is in charge
of the forest insect investigations for
the bureau of entomology.
"The people of the South have an
opportunity to make a final effort,
which if properly directed, will go
far towards controlling this pest,"
says Dr. Hopkins. "The beetle is now
passing the winter in the bark of the
dead and dying pines from which the
needles have not yet fallen. These
tre-es should be cut down and the
bark of the main trunks destroyed by
burning before May 1 or the beetles
will come out wrth the warm weather
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This object may be accomplished
without direct expense by turning
the infested trees into' cordwood or
lumber, but it is essential that this
cordwood be burned with the bark
on before May 1 and that the slabs of
the lumber with the bark on be burned
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to treat the dead or dying trees from
which the needles have not yet fallen.
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in control operations."
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id ntical with theirs, the Southern
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Woodmen of the "World. .
Maple Camp, No. 437, W. 0. W.,
meets every first and third Wednesday
evening at 7.45 o'clock. Visiting
brethren are cordially welcome.
D. D. Darby,
T. Burton, Clerk.
Newberry Camp, No. 542, "W. 0. W.,,
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. o'clock. I
Amity Lodge, >'o. 87, A. F. 31.
Amity Lodge, No. 87, A. F. M., meets I
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Bergell Tribe, 3fo. 24, I. 0. R. M,
Bergell Tribe, No. 24, I. 0. R. M.,
' meets ^Verv Thursday night at 8
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Signet Chapter, >"o. IS, R. A. 3T.
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' meets every second Monday night at
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Chief of Records.
Cateecliee Council, So. i, D. of P.,
Cateechee Council, No. 4, D. of P.,
meets every other Tuesday night at 8
Columbia, Jfewberrj & Lauren* B. JEL
Schedule in effect October 6, 1910
Subject to cbanee without notice.
schedules indicated are not guaranteed:
A. C. L. 52. 53.
Lv. Charleston 6.10am 10.00pm
Lv. Sumter 9.41am 6.20p?.
c., n. & l.
Lv. Columbia 11.15am 4.55pm
Lv. Prosperity 12.42pm 3.34pm
Lv. Newberry 12.56pm 3.20pm
Lv. Clinton 1.50pm 2.35pm
Lv. Laurens 2.35pm 2.12pm
c. & w. c.
Ar. Greenville. . .. 4.00pm 12.20pm
Ar. Spartanburg. .. 4.05pm 12.20pm .
S. A. L.
Ar. Abbeville .. .. 3.55pm 1.02pm
Ar. Greenwood.. .. 3.27pm 1.33pm
Ar. Athens 6.05pm 10.30am
Ar. Atlanta 8.45pm 8.00am
A. C. L. 54. 55.
Lv. Columbia 5.00pm 11.15am
Lv. Prosperity 6.26pm 9.50am
Lv. Newberry 6.44pm 9.32arr:
Lv. Clinton 7.35pm 8.44am
Lv. Laurens 7.55pm 8.20am
c. & w. c.
Ar. Greenville 9 10pm 7.00am
S. A. L.
Ar Greenwood.. . 2.28am 2.38am
Ar. Abbeville 2.56am % 2.08anj I
Ar. Athens 5.04am 11.59pm
Ar. Atlanta 7.15am 9.55pm
Nos. 52 and 53 arrive and depart
from Union Station, Columbia, dally,
and run through between Charleston
Noe. 54 and 5t> arrive and depart
Gervais street, Columbia. <); ii
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tween Columbia and Greenville.
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ATLANTIC COAST LIXE R K. CO.,
Passenger Traffic Department.
3IAKDI GRAS, New Orleans, Lju, Mobile,
Ala^ and Pensacola, Fla.
On account of the above occasion
the Atlantic Coast Line Railroad company
offers special reduced rates to
the respective points:
Selling Dates: February 13 to 19,inclusive,
for trains arriving destination
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mington, N. C., or T. C. White, general
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NOTICE OF FDfAL SETTLEMENT
Notice is hereby given that the undersigned
will make a final settlement
of the estate of N. P. Abrams, deceased,
in the Probate Court of Newberry
County, on Tuesday, the 26th day of
March, 1912, at 11 o'clock in the fore- )
noon, and will immediately thereafter
apply for his final discharge as Ad
ministrator of the said estate.
All persons indebted to the said estate
will make payment forthwith, and
all persons holding claims against the
said estate will present the same,
proved according to law, to the undersigned,
or to his Attorney, Eugene S.
H. H. Abrams,
Dated Newberry, S. C., Feb. 20, 1912.