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By MEREDITH NICH c 7 i ^LL[/STPATIOra bY RAY YYA 0 Eft 7 :/iT /908 BY ms B0330 ~M£PRILL CORlfftftr > COPYRIGHT /900 . :/iT /908 BY ms B0330 ~M£PRILL CORlfftftr COPYRIGHT /900 . SYNOPSIS. Thomas Ardmore, bored millionaire, 6nd Henry Maine Griswold, professor in the University of Virginia, take trains out of Atlanta, Griswold to his college, Ardmore in pursuit of a girl who had winked at him. Mistaken for Gov. Os borne of Smith Carolina, Griswold's life is threatened. He goes to Columbia to warn the governor and meets Barbara Osborne. He remains to assist her in the absence of her father. Ardmore learns that his winking lady is the daughter of Gov. Dangertield of North Carolina. He follows her to Raleigh, and on the way is given a brown jug at Kildare. CHAPTER III.—Continued. "Thank you, my lad. While I re gret missing your worthy father, yet II beg to present my compliments to your kind and thoughtful mother." He had transferred his money to his dressing-gown pocket on leaving his berth, and he now tossed a silver dol lar to the boy, who caught it with a yell of delight and scampered off into the night. Ardmore had dropped the jugs care lessly into the vestibule, and he was surveying them critically when the train started. The wheels were be ginning to grind reluctantly when a cry down the track arrested his at tention. A man was flying after the train, shouting at the top of his lungs. He ran, caught hold of the rail and howled: "The gov'nor ain't on they! Gimme back my jug." "Indian-giver!" yelled Ardmore. He stooped down, picked up the first jug that came to hand, and dropped it into the man's outstretched arms. The porter, having heard voices, rushed out upon Ardmore, who held the remaining jug to the light, scru tinizing it carefully. "Please put this away for me, por ter. It's a little gift from an old army friend." Then Mr. Ardmore returned to his berth, fully pleased with his adven tures, and slept until the porter gave ,warning of Raleigh. CHAPTER IV. Duty and the Jug. Mr. Thomas Ardmore, one trunk, two bags and a little brown jug reach ed the Guilford house, Raleigh, at eight o'clock in the morning. Ardmore had never felt better in his life, he as sured himself, as he chose a room with care and intimated to the land lord his intention of remaining a week. But for ill luck of having his baggage marked he should have registered himself falsely on the books of the inn; but feeling that this was not quite respectable he assured the land lord, in response to the usual ques tion, that he was not Ardmore of New York and Ardsley, but an entirely dif ferent person. The Guilford house coffee was not just what he was used to, but he was in an amiable humor and enjoyed hugely the conversation of the com mercial travelers with whom he took his breakfast. He did not often es cape from himself or the burden of his family reputation, and th«se strangers were profoundly entertain iing. It had never occurred to Ard more that man could be so amiable so early in the day and his own spirits rallied as he passed the sugar, abused the hot bread and nodded his approval of bitter flings at the inns of other southern towns of whose existence he only vaguely knew. "I wonder if the governor's back yet?" asked one man. "The morning paper says not, but he's expected to-day," replied the man with the newspaper. "About the first thing he'll have to do will be to face the question of ar resting Appleweight. I was in Co lumbia the other day and everybody was talking of the case. They say"— and the speaker waited for the fullest attention of his hearers—-"they say Osborne ain't none too anxious to have Appleweight arrested on his side of the line." "Why not?" demanded Ardmore. "Well, you hear all kinds of things. It w r as only whispered down there, but they say Osborne was a little too thick with the Appleweight crowd be fore he was elected governor. He was their attorney, and they were a bad lot for any man to be attorney for. But they haven't caught Apple weight yet." "Where's he hiding; don't the au thorities know?" "Oh, he's up there in the hills on the state liqe. His home is as much on one side as the other. He spends a good deal of time in Kildare." "Kildare?" asked Ardmore, startled at the word. "Yes, it's the county seat, what there is of it. I hope you never make that town!" and the inquirer bent a commiserating glance upon Ardmore. "Well, they use jugs there, I know that!" declared Ardmore; whereat the table roared. The unanimity of their applause warmed his heart, though he did not know why they laughed. "You handle crockery?" asked a man from the end of the table. "Well, I guess Dilwell county consumes a few gross of jugs all right. But you'd better be careful not to whisper jugs too loud here. There's usually a couple of revenue men around town." They all went together to the office, where they picked up their sample cases and sallied forth for a descent upon the Raleigh merchants; and Ard more, thus reminded that he was in the crockery business, and that he had a sample in his room, sat down under a tree on the sidewalk at the inn door to consider what he should do with his little brown jug. As Mr. Ardmore pondered duty and the jug a tall man in shabby corduroy halted near by and inspected him carefully. "Good morning," said Ardmore pleasantly. The man nodded, but did not speak. "I Want Thet Jug, Young Fella." He was examining Ardmore with a pair of small, shrewd, gray eyes. In his hands he held a crumpled bit of brown paper that looked like a tele gram. "I got a telegram hyeh say y'u got a jug thet y'u ain't no right t' last night at Kildare. I want thet jug, young fella." "Now that's very unfortunate. Or dinarily I should be delighted, but I really couldn't give away my Kildare jug. Now if it was one my other jugs—even my Omaha jug, or my dear old Louisville jug—I shouldn't hesi tate a minute, but that old Kildare jug! My dear man, you don't know what you ask!" "Y'll give me thet jug or It'll be the worse for y'u. Y'u ain't in thet game, young fella." "Not in it! You don't know whom you are addressing. I'm not only in the game, but I'm in to the finish," de clared Ardmore, sitting upright in his chair. "You've got the wrong idea, my friend, if you think you can intim idate me. That jug was given me by a friend, a very old and dear friend—" "A friend of yourn!" The keen little gray eyes were blinking rapidly. "One of the best friends I ever had in this world," and Ardmore's face showed feeling. "He and I charged side by side through the bloodiest bat tles of our civil war. I will cheerfully give you my watch, or money in any sum, but the jug—I will part with my life first! And now," concluded Ard more, "while I should ue rlad to con tinue this conversation, my duties call me elsewhere." As he rose, the man stood quickly at his side, menacingly. "Give me thet jug or I'll shoot y'u right hyeh in the street." "No, you wouldn't do that, Old Corduroy. I can see that you are kind and good and you wouldn't shoot down an unarmed man. Besides it would muss up the street." "Y'u took thet jug from my brother by lyin' to 'im. He's telegraphed me to git it, and I'm a-goin' to do it." "Your brother sent you? It was nice of him to ask you to call on me. Why, I've known your brother inti mately for years." "Knowed my brother?" and for the first time the man really seemed to doubt himself. "Wheh did y'u know Bill?" "We roomed together at Harvard, that's how I know him, if you force me to it! We're both Hasty Pudding men. Now if you try to bulldoze me further, I'll slap your wrists. So there!" Ardmore entered the hotel deliber ately, climbed to his room and locked the door. Then he seized the little brown jug, drew the stopper and poured out a tumblerful of clear white fluid. He took a swallow and shuddered as the fiery liquid seemed instantly to cause every part of his being to tingle. He wiped the tears from his eyes and sat down. The corn-cob stopper had fallen to the floor, and he picked it up and examined it carefully. It had been fitted tightly into the mouth of the jug by the addition of a bit of calico, and he fingered it for a mo ment with a grin on his face. He was about to replace it when, to his astonishment, it broke in his fingers, and out fell a carefully folded slip of paper. He carried it to the window and opened it, finding that it was an ordinary telegraph blank on which was written in clear rou characters these words: The Appleweight crowd never done j harm. If y ou have any of them arres step Wl11 be Sh0t down on y° ur °wn do When Mr Thomas Ardmore had re this message half a dozen times w increasing satisfaction he folded carefully and put it away in his poi et-book. Taking half a sheet of note pai he wrote as follows; and his & an g are cowar Within ten days those that have not b< hanged will be In jail at Kildare. He studied the phraseology critic ly and then placed the paper in t cob stopper, whose halves he tied gether with a bit of twine. As t jug stood on the table It was, to appearances, exactly as it had be when delivered to Ardmore on t rear of the train at Kildare, and was thoroughly well pleased with hi self. He changed the blue scarf w which he had begun the day for o of purple with gold bars, and walk up the street toward the statehou This venerable edifice, meekly posing amid noble trees, struck agr ably upon Ardmore's fancy. Here w government enthroned in quiet d nity, as becomes a venerable co monwealth, wearing its years like veteran who has known war and mult, but finds at last tranquillity a peace. He experienced a feeling awe, without quite knowing it, as strolled up the walk, climbed the ste to the portico and turned to look ba from the shadow of the pillars, had never but once before visited American public building—the N York city hall—and he felt that nc indeed, he had turned a corner and entered upon a new and strange world. He ascended to the toy-like legislative chambers, where flags of nation and state hung side by side, and where the very seats and desks of the law makers spoke of other times and man ners. Mr. Ardmore, feeling that he should now be about his business, sought the governor's office, where a secretary, who seemed harassed by the cares of his position, confirmed Ardmore's knowledge of the governor's absence. "I didn't wish to see the governor on business," explained Ardmore pleasantly, leaning upon his stick with an air of leisure. "He and my father were old friends, and I always prom ised my father that I would never pass through Raleigh without calling on Gov. Dangerfield." "That is too bad," remarked the young man sympathetically, though with a preoccupation that was elo quent of large affairs. "Could you tell me whether any members of the governor's family are at home?" "Oh, yes; Mrs. Dangerfield and Miss Jerry are at the mansion." "Miss Jerry?" "Miss Geraldine. We all call her Miss Jerry in North Carolina." "Oh, yes; to be sure. Let me see; it's over this way to the mansion, isn't it?" inquired Ardmore. "No; out the other end of the build ing—and turn to your right. You can't miss it." The room was quiet, the secretary a young man of address and intelli gence. Here, without question, was the place for Ardmore to discharge his business and be quit of it; but having at last snatched a commission from fleeting opportunity it was not for him to throw it to another man. As he opened the door to leave, the sec retary arrested him. "Oh, Mr.—pardon me, buc did you come in from the south this morn ing?" "Yes; I came up on the Tar Heel express from Atlanta." "To be sure. Of course you didn't sit up all night? There's some trou ble brewing around Kildare. I thought you might have heard something, but of course you couldn't have been awake at two o'clock in the morning?" The secretary was so anxious to acquit him of any knowledge of the situation at Kildare that it seemed kindest to tell him nothing. The sec retary's face lost its anxiety for a mo ment, and he smiled. "The governor has an old friend and admirer up there who always puts a jug of fresh buttermilk on board when he passes through. The govern or was expected home this morning, and I thought maybe—" "You're positive it's always butter milk, are you?" asked Ardmore with a grin. "Certainly," replied the secretary with dignity. "Gov. Dangerfleld's sentiments as to the liquor traffic are well known." "Of course, all the world knows that. But I'm afraid all jugs look alike to me; but then, the fact is I'm in the jug business myself. Good morning." The governor's mansion was easily found, and having walked about the neighborhood until his watch marked 11 Ardmore entered the grounds and rang the bell at the front door. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Well Identified. A severe looking woman moved up to the window at the Citizen Savings & Trust Company with a small check, to be cashed. The teller said she'd have to be identified and she suggest ed that he call up the man who had drawn the check and have him de scribe her. The teller decided to take the chance, and called the man on the 'phone at his elbow. 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