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"DONT MOVE OR CRY OUT! OBEY ORDERS!",
Synopsis. In 1833 Lieutenant Knox of the regular army Is on duty at Fort
Armstrong, Rock Island, 111., In territory threatened by disaffected Indians.
The commandant sends him with difipatehes to St. Louis. He takes passage
on the steamer Warrior and makes the acquaintance of Judge Beaucalre, rich
planter, and of Joe Kirby (the Devil's Own), notorious gambler. Knox learns
Judge Beaucalre has a daughter, Elolse, and a granddaughter, Rene, offspring
of a son whom the Judge has disowned. Kene's mother Is a negress, and she
and her daughter, never having been freed, are slaves under the law, although
the girls have been brought up as sisters. Klrby Induces the judge to stake
tils plantation and negro servants on a poker hand unfairly dealt by Joe
Carver, Kirby's partner. Klrby accuses the Judge of cheating. Beaucalre,
Infuriated, drops dead. Knox tries to induce Klrby to grive up his stolen
winnings. Kirby and Carver throw Knox overboard. The lieutenant swims
ashore and reaches a hut. Knox lies unconscious for ten days. Recovering,
he finds he Is In a cabin owned by pete, a "free nigger," who had shot him,
mistaking him for an enemy. His dispatches have been forwarded. Recovering
from his wound, Knox sends Pete to bring Haynes, Beaucaire's lawyer, and
they arrange, with Pete's help, to get the women to the cabin of an aboli
tionist, Amos Shrunk, before Klrby comes. At the Beaucalre place Knox
overhears a conversation between the sheriff and his deputy, and learns the
truth about the situation. He is witness to an interview between Klrby and
a girl who says she Is Rene Beaucalre. Klrby Insults the girl, and Knox
attacks him. Believing Klrby dead, Knox explains affairs to the girl, and she
agrees to try to escape with him.
CHAPTER VII Continued.
. "Have you ever visited the mouth of
Saunders' creek? You have! How
far away is that from here?"
"Not more than half a mile; it en
ters the river just below the Land
ing." "And, If I understood you rightly,"
I urged eagerly, "you said that these
fellows left their keelboat there; that
It had been rigged up to run by steam,
find had no guard aboard except the
engineer; you are sure of this?"
"That was what the man who talked
to me first said the deputy sheriff,
lie boasted that they had the only
keelboat on the river equipped with
an engine and had come up from St.
Louis in two hours. You you think
we could use that?"
"It seems to be all that Is left us.
I Intend to make the effort, anyway.
You had better show me the road."
1 followed her closely, a mere
shadow, as she silently led the way
along the edge of the wood and back
of the negro quarters. I felt confident
of being able safely to approach the
unsuspecting engineer and overcome
any resistance before he could real
ize the possibility of attack. I was
obliged to rely upon a guess at the
time of night, yet surely it could not
be long after twelve and there must
remain hours of darkness amply suffi
cient for our .purpose. With the boat
once securely in our possession the en
gineer compelled to serve, for I had no
skill in that line, we could strike out
directly for the opposite shore and
creep along in its shadows past the
sleeping town at the Landing until we
attained the deserted waters above.
By then we should practically be be
yond immediate pursuit. Even if Car
ver or the sheriff discovered Klrby,
any immediate chase by river would
be impossible. Nothing was available
for their use except a few rowboats
at the Landing ; they would know noth
ing as to whether we had gone up or
down stream, while the coming of the
early daylight would surely permit us
to discover some place of concealment
along the desolate Illinois shore. Des
perate as the attempt undoubtedly
was the situation as I considered it in
iall its details brought me faith in our
'success and fresh encouragement to
make the effort.
We moved forward slowly. I took
the lead myself, bending low and feel
ing carefully for footing in the wiry
igrass. The darkness so shrouded ev
erything, blending objects into shape
less shadows, that it required several
moments before I could clearly deter
talne the exact details. The mouth of
jthe creek, a good-sized stream, was
jonly a few yards away, and the boat,
'rather a larger craft than I had an
ticipated seeing, lay just off shore,
with stern to the bank, as though pre
pared for instant departure. It was
securely held in position by a rope,
probably looped about a convenient
stump, and my eyes were finally able
to trace the outlines of the wheel by
which it was propelled. Except for
straggling rushes extending to the
edge of the water, the space between
was vacant yet sufficiently mantled In
darkness to enable one to creep for
Ward unseen.
At first glance I could distinguish no
sign of the boatman left, in charge,
but even as I lay there, breathless and
uncertain, he suddenly revealed his
presence by lighting a lantern in the
stern. The illumination was feeble
cnousdi yet sufficient to expose to view
the small, unprotected engine aft, and
also the fact that all forward of the
little cockpit in which it stood the
entire craft was decked over. The fel
low was busily engaged in overhaul
ing the machinery, leaning far for
ward, his body Indistinct, the lantern
swinging in one hand, with entire at
tention devoted to his task. Occa
sionally, as he lifted his head for some
purpose, the dim radiance fell upon
bis face, revealing the unmistakable
countenance of a mulatto, a, fellow of
medium size, broad of cheek, with un
usually full lips and a fringe of whls
jker turning gray. Somehow this rev-
; elation that he was a negro and not a
j white man brought with it to me an
additional confidence In success. I In
j dined my head and whispered in the
girl's ear:
' "You are not tc move from here un
,til J call This is to be my part of
Bte?lV Own
the Black Hawk War
J the work, handling that lad. I am
going now."
"lie is colored, Is he not a slave?"
"We can only guess as to that. But
he does not lobk to me like a hard
proposition. If I can only reach the
boat without being" seen the rest will
be easy. Now Is the proper time,
while he Is busy tinkering with the
engine. You will stay here?"
"Yes, of course ; I I could be of no
help."
She suddenly held out her hand, as
though impelled to the action by some
swift Impulse, and the warm pressure
of her fingers meant more than words.
I could not see the expression on her
face, yet knew the slender body was
trembling nervously.
"Surely you are not afraid?"
"Oh, no; it is not that I I an all
unstrung. You must not think of me
at nil." .
I realized the gravity of my task,
and my eyes were watchful of the
shrouded figure I was silently ap
proaching. I drew nearer inch by
inch, advancing so slowly and snake
like that not even the slightest sound
of movement aroused suspicion. Ap
parently tbje fellow was engaged In
oiling the machinery, for he had
placed the lantern on deck and held
a long-spouted can In his. fingers. His
back remained toward me as I drew
near the stern, and consequently I
no longer had a glimpse of his face.
The wooden wheel' of the boat, a
clumsy-appearing apparatus, rested al
most directly against the bank, where
the water was evidently deep enough
to float the vessel, and the single rope
holding it In position was drawn taut
from the pressure of the current.
Waiting until the 'man was compelled
to bend lower over his work, utterly
unconscious of my presence, I straight
ened up and, pistol in hand, stepped
upon the wooden beam supporting the
wheel. lie must have heard this
movement, for he lifted his head
quickly, yet was even then too late;
already I had gained the afterdeck,
and my weapon was on a level with
his eyes.
"Don't move or cry out!" I com
manded sternly. "Obey orders and
you will not be hurt."
IIe shrank away, sinking upon the
bench, his face upturned so that the
light fell full upon it, for the instant
too greatly surprised and frightened
His Mouth Hung Open and His Eyes
Stared at Me.
to give utterance to a sound. His
mouth hung open, and Ma eyes stared
at me.
"Who who wus yer? Whateha
want yere?"
"I am asking questions and you are
answering them. Are you armed?
All right, then ; hand It over. Now put
out that light."
He did exactly as I told him, mov
ing as though paralyzed by fear, yet
unable to resist
. "You are a negro a slave?"
"Yas, sah; Ah's Massa Donaldson's
boy f rum St. Louee."
"He Is the sheriff?"
"Yas, sah yas, sah. Whar is Massa
Donaldson? ,Yer ain't done bin sent
yere by him, I reckon. Tears like I
never see yer .afore."
"No; but he is quite safe. What is
your name?"
"Sam, sah Just plain Sam.?
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"Well, Sam, I understand you are an
engineer. Now, it happens that I want
to use this boat, and you are going to
run it for me, do you understand? I
am going to sit down here on the
edge . of this cockpit, and, hold this
loaded pistol just back of your ear.
It might go off at any minute, and
surely will if you make a false move
or attempt to foul the engine. Any
trick, and there Is going to be a dead
nigger overboard. I know enough
about engines to tell If you play fair
so don't take any chances, boy."
"Ah Ah reckon as how I was
goln' fer ter run her all right", sah;
she's sum consid'ble contrary et times,
sah, but Ah'll surely run her, if thar's
eny run In her, sah. Ah ain't carin'
'bout bein' no corpse."
"I thought not; you'd rather be a
free nigger, perhaps? Well, Sam, if
you will do this job all right for me
tonight I'll put you where the sheriff
will never see hide nor hair of you
again no, not yet; wait a moment,
there is another passenger."
She came instantly In answer to my
low. call, and through the gloom the
startled negro watched her descend
the bank, a mere moving shadow, yet
with the outlines of a woman. I half
believe he thought her a ghost, for I
could hear him muttering inarticu
lately to himself. I dared not remove
my eyes frcm the fellow, afraid that
his very excess of fear might Impel
him to same reckless act, but I ex
tended one hand across the side of the
boat to her assistance.
"Take iay hand, Rene," I said pleas
antly, to reassure her, "and come
abtittfd. Yes, everything Is all right.
I've Just promised Sam here a ticket
for Canada."
I helped her across into the cock
pit and seated her on the bench, but
never venturing to remove my eyes
from the negro. His actions and what
ever I was able to observe of the ex
pression of his face only served to
convince me of his trustworthiness,
yet I could take no chances.
"She's just a real, live woman, sah?"
he managed to ejaculate, half in
doubt. "She sure ain't no ghost, sah?"
"By no means, Sam; she is just as
real as either you or I. Now listen,
boy you know what will happen to
you after this, If Donaldson ever gets
hold of you?"
"I . 'spects I does, sah. He'd Just
nat'arly skin dis nigger alive, Ah
reckon."
"Very well, then; it is up to you
to get away, and I take It that you
understand this river. We are going
to head upstream."
"Yas, sir; yer plannln' fer ter go
nor'. Wal, sah, dars plenty o' watah
fer dis ycro boat right now, wld de
spring floods. Nothin' fer ter be
afeerd of 'bout dat."
"That is good news. Now, Sam, I
am going to cut this line, and I want
you to steer straight across into tl
shadows of the Illinois shore. I be
lieve you are going to play square,
but for the present I'm going to take
no chances with you. I 'am holding
this pistol within a foot of your head,
and your life means nothing to me if
you try any trick. What is the speed
of this boat upstream?"
, " 'Bout ten mile an hour, sah."
"Well, don't push her-too hard at
first, and run that engine as noiseless
ly as possible. Are you ready? Yes-
then I'll cut loose."
I severed the line and we began to
recede from the shore, cutting diago
nally across the- decidedly swift cur
rent. Once beyond the protection of
the point the star-gleam revealed the
sturdy rush, of the waters, occasion
ally flecked with bubbles of foam.
Sam handled the unwieldy craft with
the skill of a practiced boatman, and
the laboring engine made far less
racket than I had anticipated. Pistol
In hand, and vigilant to every motion
of the negro, my eyes swept along that
vague shore line, catching nowhere a
spark of light, nor any evidence that
the steady chug of our engine had cre
ated alarm. We were alone upon the
mysterious bosom of the vast stream,
tossed about in the full sweep of the
current, yet moving steadily forward,
and already safely beyond both sight
and sound.
Every moment of progress tended to
increase my confidence in Sam's loy
alty. The fellow plainly enough real
ized the situation that safety for
himself depended on keeping beyond
the reach of his master. To this end
he devoted every instant diligently to
coaxing his engine and a skillful guid
ance of the boat, never once permit
ting his head to turn fat enough to
glance at me, athough I could occa
sionally detect his eyes wandering in
the direction of the girl.
She had not uttered a word nor
changed her posture since first enter
ing the boat, but remained Just as I
had seated her, one hand grasping the
edge of the cockpit, her gaze on the
rushing waters ahead. I could realize
something of what must be passing
through her mind the mingling of
doubt and fear which assailed her in
this strange environment Up until
now she had been accorded no oppor
tunity to think, to cmsider the nature
of her position; she had been com
pelled to act wholly upon Impulse and
driven blindly to accept my sugges
tions. And now, in this silence, the
reaction had come, and she was1 al
ready questioning if she had done
right.
It was in my heart to speak to her,
in effort to strengthen her faith, but I
hesitated, scarcely knowing what to
say, deeply touched by the pathetic
droop of her figure, and in truth un
certain in my own mind as to whether
or not we had . chosen the wiser
course. All I dared do was to silently
.reach out one hand and rest It gently
on Ihose fingers clasping the rail. She
did not remove her hand from beneath
mine, nor indeed give the slightest evi
dence that she was even aware of my
action.
"Wus Ah to turn nor, sah?" asked
the negro suddenly.
"Yes, upstream ; but keep in as close
to the shore as you think safe. There
Is no settlement along this bank, , is
there?"
"No, sah; dar's jus' one. cabin, 'bout
a mile upstream, but dar ain't nobody
llvln' thar now. Whar yer all aim
fer ter go?"
' I hesitated an instant before I an
swered, yet almost as quickly decided
that the whole truth would probably
serve us best. The man already had
one reason to use his best endeavors;
now I would bring before him a sec
ond. "Just as far up the river before day
light as possible,' Sam. Then I hope
to uncover some hiding place where
we can lie concealed until it is dark
again. Do you know any such place?"
"On de Illinois shore, sah? Le's see:
thar's Itassuer creek, 'bout twenty
mile up. Ah 'spects you all knows
whut yer a headin' fer?"
"To a certain extent yes; but we
had to decide on this action very
quickly, with no cfc?.uce to plan it out
I am aiming at the mouth of the Illi
nois." He glanced about at me, vainly en
deavoring to decipher my expression
in the gloom.
"De Illinois ribber, boss; what yer
hope fer ter find thar?"
"A certain man I've heard about.
Did you ever happen to hear a white
man mentioned who lives near there?
His name is Amos Shrunk."
I could scarcely distinguish his eyes,
but I could feel them. I thought for
a moment he would not answer.
"Yer'll surely excuse me, sah," he
said at last, humbly, his voice with a
note of pleading it it. "Ah's feelin'
friendly 'nough an' all dat, sah, but
still yer mus' 'member dat Ah's talkln'
ter a 'perfect stranger. If yer wud
sure tell me furst just whut yer was
aimin at, then maybe Ah'd know a
heap mor'n Ah do now."
"I guess you are right, Sam. I'll tell
you the whole of It. I am endeavor
ing to help this 5'oung woman to'
escape those men back yonder. You
must know why they were there; no
doubt you overheard them talk coming
up?"
"Yas. sah ; Massa Donaldson he was
goln' up fer ter serve sum papers fer
Massa Kirby, so he cud run off de
Beaucalre niggers. But dis yere gal,
she ain't no nigger she's just a white
pusson."
"She is a slave under the law," I
said gravely, as she made an effort to
move, "and the man Kirby claims her."
I could see his mouth fly open, but
the surprise of this statement halted
his efforts at speech.
"That explains the whole situation,"
I went on. "Nov; will you answer
me?"
"'Bout dis yere Massa Shrunk?"
"Yes you have heard of him be
fore?" "Ah reckon as how maybe Ah has,
sah."
"Do you know where he can be
found?"
"Not perzackly, sah. Ah ain't never
onct bin thar, but Ah sorter seems fer
ter recollec' sum'thin' 'bout whar he
mought be. Ah reckon maybe Ah cud
go thar, If Ah just hed to. Ah reckon
if yer all held dat pistol plum 'gainst
mah hed, Ah'd mos' likely find dis
Amos Shrunk. Gopd Lord, sah!" and
his voice sank to a whisper, "Ah just
can't git hoi' o' all dis Ah sure can't,
sah 'bout her bein' a nigger."
Rene turned about, lifting her face
into the starlight.
"Whether I am white ' or colored,
Sam," she said quietly, "can make
little difference to you now. I am a
woman and am asking your help. I
can trust you, can I not?"
The negro on his knees stared at
her, the whites of his eyes conspicu
ous. Then suddenly he jerked off his
old hat.
"Ah 'spects yer kin, missus," he
pledged himself in a- tone of convic
tion which made my heart leap. "Ah's
bin a slave-nigger fer forty-five years,
but just de same Ah ain't never bin
mean ter no woman. Yas, sah, yer
don't neither one ob yer eber need ter
ask Sam no mor' he's a-goin' thro'
wld yer all ter de end he sure am,
ma'am."
Silence descended upon us, and I
slipped the pistol back into my pocket.
Rene rested her cheek on her hand
and gazed straight ahead Into the
night. Far off to the left a few wink
ing lights appeared, barely perceptible,
and I touched the negro, pointing them
out to him and whispering my ques
tion so as not to disturb the motion
less girl.
"Is that the Landing over there?"
"Ah certainly 'spects it must be,
sah; dar ain't no other town directly
'round dese parts."
"Then those lights higher un must
be on the blufTat Beaucalre?" ' j
"Yes, sah ; looks like de whole house
was lit up. I reckon things am right
lively up thar 'bout now." He
chuckled to himself, smothering a
laugh. "It's sure goin' fer ter bother
Massa Donaldson ter lose dis nigger,
sab, fer Ah's de only one he's got"
The lights slowly faded away in the
far distance, family disappearing alV)
gether as we rounded a (sharp fc.?nd in
the river bank. The engine ireftsed
its stroke, giving vent to louf-jr chug
ging, and I could feel the strain of the
planks beneath us as we batSed the
current This new noise may have
aroused her, for Rene lifted her head
as though suddenly startled and
glanced about In my direction.
"We have passed the village?" she
asked, rather listlessly.
"Yes; It Is already out of sight
From the number of lights burning I
imagine our escape has been discov
ered."
"And what will they do?" an echo
of dismay in her voice.
All fear of any treachery on the
part of the negro had completely de
serted me, and I slipped down from
my perch on the edge of the cockpit
to a place on the bench at her side.
She made no motion to draw away,
but her eyes were upon my face, as
though seeking to read the meaning
of my sudden action.
"We can talk better here," I ex
plained. "The engine makes so much
noise."
"You have not yet explained to me
what we were to do. Your plans for
tomorrow?"
"Because I scarcely have any," I re
plied., "This has all occurred so sud
denly I have only acted upon impulse.
No doubt those back at the Landing
will endeavor to pursue us ; they may
1 rarara
But Her Eyes Were Upon My Face,
as Though Seeking to Read' the
Meaning of My Sudden Action.
have discovered already our means of
escape and procured boats. My prin
cipal hope is that they may take it
for granted that we have chosen the
easier way and gone downstream. If
so we shall gain so much more time
to get beyond their reach."
"But why have you chosen the
northern route? Surely you had a
reason?" ' ,
"Certainly; it was to deceive them
and get out of slave territory as quick
ly as possible. There are friends in
this direction and none in the other.
If we should endeavor to flee by way
of the Ohio we would be compelled to
run a thousand-mile gantlet There
are slaves in Illinois it has never
been declared a free state but these
are held almost exclusively in the
more southern counties. North of the
river the settlers are largely from
New England, and the majority of
them hate slavery and are ready to
assist any runaway to freedom."
"But you have spoken of a man-
Amos Shrunk who is he?''
"You have certainly heard rumors.
at least, that there are regular routes
of escape from here to Canada?"
"Yes; it has been discussed at the
house. I have never clearly under
stood, but I do know that slaves dis-
appear and are never caught. I was
told white men helped them."
"It is accomplished through organ
ized effort by these men Black Abo
litionists, as they are called haters
of slavery. They are banded to
gether in a secret society for this one
purpose and have what they call sta
tions scattered all along at a certain
distance apart a night's travel from
the Mississippi to the Canadian line,
where the fugitives are hidden and
fed. A station keeper, I am told, la
only permitted to know a few miles
of the route, those he must cover the
system is perfect, and many are en
gaged in it who are never even sus
pected." "And this man Is he one?"
"Yes a leader ; he operates the
most dangerous station of all. The
escaping slaves come to him first"
She asked no further questions, and
after a moment turned away, resting
back against the edge of the cockpit
with chin cupped In the hollow of her
hand. The profile of her face was
clearly defined by the starlight re
flected by the river, and I found it
hard to withdraw my eyes. A move
ment by the negro attracted my at
tention. "There is a small creek about four
miles above the Landing, Sam," I said
shortly. "Do you think you could
find it?"
"On de Missouri side, sah? " Ah
reckon Ah cud."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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IMAGINATION I
By ALICE KNIGHT. 3
Ned Barnes and his classmates
were holding an Indignation meeting,
at which Ned seemed to have by far
the greatest grievance. They had Just
left their English classroom where
the professor had startled them by
announcing the fact that they must
write a short story for the next flay.
"He has no right to do it," said Ned.
"This Is a course ia critical writiug
and not narration."
"You're right, old chap,' said his
friend Dick, "and It sure js harder
to write a love story than to toss o!t
a criticism, but I suppose we'll have
to do It."
"Thank goodness, he didn't specify
It had to be a love story."
"No, but that's about the easiest,
unles you write a thrilling adventure
Btory."
"Well, it's all right to write about
adventures if you ever had any, but
I'm not going to write a lot of ridicu
lous lies. I couldn't do It anyway, I
tell you. Everybody always said I had
no more Imagination than a cat."
" The next morning In the English
class, instead of seeing a frowning
and gloomy Ned Barnes, his friends
saw a beaming countenance which
still remained beaming when the pro
fessor said "We will begin by reading
Barnes' story. And to an eagerly in
terested audience he read the fol
lowing :
"The train from New Hampshire has
Just drawn into Boston as It lias a
thousand times before. But today It
is all different for there is one little
passenger who has never seen Boston,
or Indeed any other city. Her expres
sion of eager curiosity and child'sh
delight attracts us at once. To look
at her sweet and innocent face, one
would never suspect that she was
deceiving her poor old aunt in the
belief that she was spending the day
with a friend in the next town in
order that she might slip away to the
magic city of Boston for a few hours.
Just a few short hours, that was
the only cloud on her horizon ; just a
few short hours, but she dare not
stay longer. But perhaps that would
be long enough, and she clutched her
little hand still more closely over
something that she had held in the
palm of her hand ever since she left
home. We would love to see what it
is, but it Is evidently very precious,
for she is not willing to let go for
a minute. We will follow her through
the station and listen to her timid
request for information. The myster
ies of the elevated and subway seem
ing to be unfathomable, she decides to
walk, and 15 minutes later she ia
standing before a millinery window,
wide-eyed and breathless. Surely she
must be dreaming. Such wonderful
creations never existed outside of
Fairyland. One in particular took her
fancy. It was large and droopy and
fluffy, with the dearest little forget-me-nots.
Did I tell you her eyes were
as blue as the heavens above and her
cheeks as pink as the roses In an old
New England garden. Surely It would
be becoming.
With a little flutter of her heart
and a tighter clasp of her little hand
on her Imprisoned secret, she entered
the shop.
If Boston was new to her, certainly
she was new to Boston. Her fresh
beauty and simplicity aroused the
jaded interests of even the shop girls
and they vied with each other in
waiting on her. First she tried on the
forget-me-not hat in the window. It
was all that her heart craved for, but
true to the eternal feminine, she must
try on every other hat she saw Just
to make sure. Finally, after gloating
over all the wonders she decided on
her first choice. When it was pre-,
sented to her in a box so big she could
scarcely carry it, she thanked , the
clerk for her kindness and started to
go away.
"Wait a minute, my dear. You have
not paid for it yet."
"Paid for it ! Oh, I thought "
A look of embarrassment and then a
deep flush spread over her face. "Oh,
I must be in the wrong store."
Slowly, almost regretfully, she open
ed her hand and gave the clerk the
crumpled paper she had carried for
hours in her hand. "Will you tell me
where that store Is, please?"
The clerk, at first amused, and Just
as quickly ashamed of her amuse
ment, read their own last Sunday's '
advertisement, ' - .
HATS GIVEN AWAY,
Bewilderingly beautiful. Charmingly
simple. Daringly dashing. Delightfully
demure. All kinds to suit all tastes.
In a daze the girl listened to the
clerk's gentle and ' sympathetic ex-,
planatlon of the wicked city's exag
gerations, , but it is doubtful if she
understood anything except that she
had lost her hat. Completely disillu-'
sloned, she left the shop. Two big
tears gathered in her eyes and blur
red everything. She did not even see
the aproaching "
Just as the story is reaching the
interesting part, the professor is- ,
called away for a few minutes. A
storm of exclamations greet Ned,
such a9 "Oh, no. You wouldn't write
i love story."
,"Well, my description didn't do her
ustlce, and neither does this." And
lie drew a snapshot shyly from his
pocket "but you'll all have a chance
to Judge for yourself, for if old Aunt
VIehltable or Henzibah, or whatever
her name Is, will give her consent
she will be at our dance next 'week.'
Copyright, 1S19, McClUre Newspaper Syn'
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