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at KlLD By MEREDITH NIC '^UUBTMTim bY RAY WAITER 1 ? ;mt /9oa er mp bobbb-mprrill com/hry / COPYRIGHT I SYNOPSIS. Thomas Ardmore, bored millionaire, and Henry Maine Griswold, professor in the University of Virginia, take trains out of Atlanta, Griswold to his college, Ard more in pursuit of a girl who had winked at him. Mistaken for Gov. Osborne of South Carolina, Griswold's life is threat ened. 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. Dangerfleld of North Carolina. He fol lows her to Raleigh, and on the way is given a brown jug at Kildare. In Raleigh he discovers that the jug bears a mes sage threatening Dangerfleld unless Ap pleweight, a criminal, is allowed to go free. He goes to tile capitol to warn the governor, finds him absent and becomes r.Mied with the daughter, Jerry Danger field, in discharging the duties of the governor's office. CHAPTER V.—Continued. "I have heard papa say that life is short and the tenure of office uncer tain. I can remove you at any time I please. Now do you understand that this is a serious business? There's likely to be a lot of trouble, and no time for asking questions, so when I say it's so it's so." ''It's so," repeated Ardmore do cilely. "Now, here's the sheriff at Kildare, on our side of the line, who writes to say that he is powerless to catch Applewelght. He's afraid of the dark, that man! You see, the grand jury in Dilwell county—that's Kil dare, you know—has indicted Apple weight as a common outlaw, but the grand jurors were all friends of Ap pleweight and the indictment was only to satisfy law-and-order senti ment and appease the Woman's Civic league of Raleigh. Now, papa doesn't —I mean I don't want to offend those Appleweight people by meddling in this business. Papa wants Gov. Os borne to arrest Appleweight in South Carolina; but I don't believe Gov. Os borne will dare do anything about it. Now, Mr, Ardmore, I am not going to have papa called a coward by any body, particularly by South Carolina people, after what Gov. Osborne said of our state." "Why, what did he say?" "He said in a speech at Charleston last winter that no people who fry their meat can ever amount to any thing, and he meant us! I can never forgive him for that; besides, his daughter is the stuck-upest thing! And I'd like Barbara Osborne to tell me how she got into the Colonial Dames, and what call she has to be inspector general of the Granddaught ers of the Mexican War; for I've heard my grandfather Dangerfleld say many a time that old Col. Osborne and his South Carolina regiment never did go outside of Charleston until the war was over and the American army had come back home." "Gov. Osborne is a contemptible ruffian," declared Ardmore with deep feeling. Miss Dangerfleld nodded judicial approval, and settled back in her chair the better to contemplate her new secretary, and said: "I've written—that is to say, papa wrote before he went away, a strong letter to Gov. Osborne, complaining that Appleweight was hiding in South Carolina and running across the state line to rob and murder people in North Carolina. Papa told Gov. Os borne that he must break up the Ap pleweight crowd or he would do some thing about it himself. It's a splendid letter; you would think- that even a coward like Gov. Osborne would do something after getting such a let ter." "Didn't he answer the letter?" "Answer it? He never got it! Pa pa didn't send it; that's the reason! Papa's the kindest man in the world, and he must have been afraid of hurt ing Gov. Osborne's feelings. He wrote the letter, expecting to send it, but when be went off to New Orleans he told Mr. Bassford to hold it till he got back. He had even signed it—you can read it if you like." It was undoubtedly a vigorous epistle, and Ardmore felt the thrill of its rhetorical sentences as he read. The dignity and authority of one of the sovereign American states was represented here, and he handed the paper back to Miss Dangerfleld as tenderly as though it had been the original draft of Magna Charta. "It's a corker, all rfgbt." "I don't much like the way it ends. It says, right here"—and she bent for ward and pointed to the place under criticism—"It says, 'Trusting to your sense of equity, and relying upon a continuance of the traditional friend ship between your state and mine, I am, sir, awaiting your reply, very respectfully, your obedient servant.' Now, I wouldn't trust to his sense of anything, and that traditional friend ship business is just fluffy nonsense, and I wouldn't be anybody's obedient servant. I decided when I wasn't more than 15 years old, with a lot of other girls in our school, that when we got married we'd never say obey, and we never have, though only three of our class are married yet, but we're all engaged." "Engaged ?" "Of course; we're engaged. I'm en gaged to Rutherford Gillingwater, the adjutant general of this state. You couldn't be my private secretary if I wasn't engaged; it wouldn't be proper." The earth was only a flying cinder on which he strove for a foothold. She had announced her engagement to be married with a cool finality that took his breath away; and not real izing the chaos into which she had flung him, she returned demurely to the matter of the letter. "We can't change that letter, be cause it's signed close to the 'obedient servant' and there's no room. But I'm going to put it into the typewriter and add a postscript." She sat down before the machine and inexpertly rolled the sheet into place; then, with Ardmore helping her to find the keys, she wrote: I demand an imediate reply. "Demand and immediate are both business words. Are you sure there's only one m in immediate? All right, if you know. I reckon a postscript like that doesn't need to be signed. I'll just put 'W. D.' there with papa's stub pen, so it will look really fierce. Now, you're the secretary; you copy it in the copying press and I'll ad dress the envelope." She bade him give the letter plenty of time to copy, and talked cheerfully while he waited. She spoke of her friends, as southern people have a way of doing, as though every one must of course know them—a habit that is illuminative of that delightful southern neighborliness that knits the elect of a commonwealth into a single family, that neither time and tide nor sword and brand can destroy. "Well, that's done," said Miss Jerry, when the letter, still damp from the copy-press, had been carefully sealed and stamped. "Gov. Osborne will get it in the morning. I think maybe we'd better telegraph him that it's coming." The message, slowly thumped out on the typewriter, and several times altered and copied, finally read: Raleigh, N. C. The Honorable Charles Osborne, Governor of South Carolina, Columbia, S. C.: Have written by to-night's mail In Ap pleweight matter. Your vacillating course not understood. WILLIAM DANGERFIELD. Governor of North Carolina. "I reckon that will make him take notice;" and Miss Jerry viewed her work with approval. "And now, Mr. Ardmore, here's a telegram from Mr. Billings which I don't understand. Woe if y*> know what it means." Ardmore chuckled delightedly as he read: Can not understand your outrageous conduct in bond matter. If payment is not made June first your state's credit is ruined. Where is Foster? Answer to At lanta. GEORGE P. BILLINGS. "I don't see what's so funny about that! Mr. Bassford was walking the floor with that message when I came to the office. He said papa and the state were both going to be ruined. There's a quarter of a million dollars to be paid on bonds that are coming due June first, and there isn't any money to pay them with. That's what he said. And Mr. Foster is the state treasurer, and he's gone fishing." "Fishing?" "He left word he had gone fishing. Mr. Foster and papa don't get along together, and Mr. Bassford says he's, run off just to let those bonds default and bring disgrace on papa and the state." Ardmore's grin broadened. The Ap pleweight case was insignificant com pared with this new business with which he was confronted. Billings had always treated him with con tempt, as a negligible factor in the Ardmore millions, and here at last was an opportunity to balance ac counts. "I will show you how to fix Bill ings. Just let me have one of those blanks." And after much labor, and with occasional suggestions from Miss Jerry, the following message was presently ready for the wires: Your infamous imputation upon my hon or and that of the state shall meet with the treatment it deserves. I defy you to do your worst. If you come into North Carolina or bring legal proceedings for the collection of your bonds I will fill you so full of buckshot that 40 men will not be strong enough to carry you to your grave. "Isn't that perfectly grand!" mur mured Jerry admiringly. "But I thought your family and the Bronx Loan and Trust Company were the same thing." "Don't you worry about Billings. He is used to having people get down on their knees to him, and the change will do him good. Where is this man Foster?" "Just fishing; that's what Mr. Bass ford said, but he didn't know where. Father was going to call a special ses sion of the legislature to investigate him, and he was so angry that he ran off so that papa would have to look after those bonds himself. Then this Appleweight case came up, and that worried papa a great deal. Here's his call for the special session. He told Mr. Bassford to hold that, too, until he came back from New Orleans." Ardmore read Gov. Dangerfleld's summons to the legislature with pro found interest. It was signed, but the space for the date on which the lawmakers were to assemble had been left blank. "It looks to me as though ybu had the whole state in your hands, Miss Dangerfleld. But' I don't believe we ought to call the special session just yet. It would be sure to Injure the state's credit, and it will be a lot more fun to catch Foster. I wonder if he took all the state money with him." "Mr. Bassford ^lid "he didn't know and couldn't find out, for the clerks in the treasurer's oflice wouldn't tell him a single thing." "One should never deal with sub ordinates," remarked Ardmore sagely. "Deal with the principals—I heard a banker say that once, and he was a man who knew everything. Besides, it will be more fun to attend to the bonds ourselves." The roll of drums and the cry of a bugle broke in upon the peace of the later afternoon. Miss Jerry rose with an exclamation and ran out into the broad portico of the statehouse. Several battalions of a tide-water regi ment, passing through town on their way to Camp Dangerfleld, had taken advantage of a wait in Raleigh to dis embark and show themselves at the capital. They were already halted and at parade rest at the side of the street, and a mounted officer in khaki, galloping madly into view, seemed to focus the eyes of the gathering crowd. He was a gallant figure of a man; his mount was an animal that realized Job's ideal of a battle-horse; the sol diers presented arms as the horse man rode the line. Miss Dangerfleld waved her handkerchief, standing eagerly on tiptoe to make her salu tation carry as far as possible. "Who is that?" asked Ardmore with sinking spirit. "Why, Rutherford Gillingwater, of course." "Four right!" rang the command a moment later, and the militiamen tramped off to the station. It was then that Ardmore, watching the crowd disperse at the edge of the park, saw his caller of the morning striding rapidly across the street. Ard more started forward, then checked himself so suddenly that Miss Jerry Dangerfleld turned to him inquiringly. "What's the matter?" she demanded. "Nothing. I have been robbed, as I hoped to be. Over there on the side walk, beyond the girl in the pink sun bonnet, goes my little brown jug. That lank individual with the shabby hat has lifted it out of my room at the hotel, just as I thought he would." (TO BE CONTINUED.) THE KILLING LUST IN HUMANS Man Is Easily the Most Bloodthirsty of All the Animals of the World. In New LIskeard recently an owl perched itself on the peak of a busi ness block as the crimson streaks of the dawn appeared, and wrapped in Us muff of feathers, settled itself in com fort to enjoy the drowsy hours of day light. It was the picture of comfort and pretty as a picture, cozy, warm in the winter's cold, inoffensive and harm less. But the owl was In a fool's paradise. It had lain down with the tiger. It was in the midst of the wolves. The bushy little ball of feathers had fallen unawares into the haunts of the fiercest and most bloodthirsty of the world's animals. The sleeping bird was no sooner de scried than the human wolves set up a —yap. Men hurried off for their kill ing machines, and in a few minutes a battery of riflemen were at work pumping death into the spark of life in the bundle of feathers. After awhile one of them hit it, and then the heroes were satisfied. They went home with their guns, and the boys exhibited the carcass. Poor dead little bit of useless car rion! The boys' eyes sparkled with excitement. There is a deal of the savage left in the human.—Cobalt Citizen. Expressing Political Convictions. Some old time politicians were not content with wearing ribbons as an outward and visible sign of their con victions. "In those days," writes a follower of Pitt who bore the soothing name of James Bland Burges, "men had the courage of their convictions, and would have made motley their garb to distinguish themselves from their opponents. To belong to the Con stitutional club was a very simple af fair—no balloting or fees beyond cost of costume. "A gentleman desirous of becoming a member wrote his name in the club book and hurried to the tailor to be measured for a dark blue frock with a broad orange velvet cape and large yellow buttons, round each of which was inscribed "Constitutional Club." 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