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THE LITTLE
BROWN JUG
AT
KILDARE
By
MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Illustrations By
RAY WALTERS
BYNOPBIB.
Tliomna Ardmore ami Henry Maine
OrinwoM stumble upon Intrigue when the
governor* of North and South Carolina
are reported to have quarreled. Gris
wold allies himself with Barbara Os
borne. daughter of the governor of South
Carolina, while Ardmore espouses the
eause of Jerry Diingerfleld, daughter of
the governor of North Carolina. These
two young ladies are trying to fill the
shoes of their fathers, while the latter
are missing. Both states are In a tur
moil over one Applewelght, an outlaw
with great political influence. Unaware
of each other’s position, both Griswold
and Ardmore set out to make the other
firoeecute Applewelght. Valuable papers
n the Applewelght case are missing from
the office of Gov. Osborne and Griswold
places tho theft at the door of the
scheming attorney general. Ardmore
charters a caboose and starts for the
border to plan tho arrest of Applewelght.
Jerry meanwhile. Is a guest at Ardsley.
Ardmore’s posse takes the field. Gris
wold, plotting to the same end as Ard
more, Is also scouting the border with a
posse. Ardmore’s nrother-ln-law. the
duke of Ballywlnkle, offers to elope with
Jerry.
CHAPTER XII.—-Continued.
“Young man, I think I told you
once before that your legs were alto
gether too active. I want you to light
right out of here—Bkip!”
“Not for a million dollars. Our
meeting is highly opportune. Cookie.
It’s not for me to fly in the face of
Providence. I’m going to see what's
doing down here."
“All right,” replied Cooke. "Take
it all In and enjoy yourself; but
you’re my prisoner.”
"Oh, that will be all right! So
long as I'm with you I can’t lose out."
“March!” called Cooke, dropping be
hind; and thus the two came In a few
minutes to the engine, the cars and
the caboose. Prom the locomotive a
slight smoke still trailed hazily up
ward.
Thomas Ardmore, coatless and hat
leas, sat on the caboose steps writing
messages on a board pad, while a
telegraph Instrument clicked busily
within. One of his men had qualified
as operator and a pile of messages at
his elbow testified to Ardmore’s In
dustry. Ardmore clutched In his left
hand a message recently caught from
the wire which he re-read from time
to time with Increasing satisfaction.
It had been sent from Ardsley and
ran;
I shall ride to-night on the road that
leads south beyond the red bungalow,
and on the bridle-path that climbs the
ridge on the west, called Sunset Trail. A
certain English gentleman will accom
pany me. It will- be perfectly agreeable
to me to come back alone. G. D.
Ardmore was still writing when
Cooke stood beneath him under the
caboose platform.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Ardmore,
but this Is our first prisoner.”
Ardmore signed a dispatch and then
looked up and took the.pipe from his
mouth. Collins lifted his hat politely.
"Ah, Mr. Ardmore, you see I have
taken advantage of your exceedingly
kind invitation to look you up In
North Carolina."
“He was looking for you very hard
when I found hitu, Mr. Ardiuore," in
terposed Cooke.
"Your appearance delights me,”
said Ardmore, extending his hand to
the reporter. “It was nice of you to
walk out here to find me. Wouldn’t
they put you up at the house?”
“Well, the fact Is I didn't stop there.
My paper sent me in this general di
rection on business, but I had every
honorable Intention of making you
that visit after I finished my assign
ment. But Cookie here says I’m ar
rested.”
“He’s a dangerous character and
can’t be allowed to run loose in these
parts. I’m going to tie him up," said
Cooke.
"May I ask you, Mr. Collins, Just
what you are doing here?’’ Inquired
Ardmore.
“You may, and I’ll bet a boiled
goose that Cookie and I are on the
same Job.”
“What are you looking for?" de
manded Ardmore’s chief of staff.
“It’s a big story If I get it, and I
have every intention of getting it,”
said Collins guardedly.
"Out with It!” commanded Ard
more.
“The fact is, then, that I’m looking
for a person of importance.”
“Go right on, please.”
"And that person is the governor of
North Carolina, who Is mysteriously
absent from Raleigh. He attended
the Cotton Planters' convention in
New Orleans. He got as far as At
lanta on his way home and then dis
appeared. I need not say to gentle
men of your Intelligence that a lost
governor is ripe fruit in my business,
and I have reason to believe that for
some purpose of his own the governor
of North Carolina is hiding in this
very neighborhood.”
Cooke glanced at Ardmore for in
structions, but the master of Ardslej
preferred to keep the matter in his
own hands.
“80 you want to find the governor
of North Carolina, do you? Well, you
shall not be disappointed. You are
too able and zealous to be wasted on
journalism. I have a feeling that you
' are destined to higher things. Some
thing told me when we met In At
lanta that fate had set up apart for
each other. You came here, Collins,
to look for the governor of North Car
olina, and your wits and your argus
nose for news have served you well.
You have found the governor of North
Carolina; I am he!”
Collins had stood during this recital
in the middle of the track, with his
legs wide apart, calmly fanning him
self with his hat; but as Ardmore pro
ceeded the reporter's hand dropped to
his side, and a grin that had over
spread his face slowly yielded to a
blank stare.
“Would you mind repeating those
last words?’’
“I am the governor of North Caro
lina, Mr. Collins. The manner in
which I attained that high office is not
important. It must suffice that I am
In sole charge of the affairs of this
great state, without relief from valua
tion or appraisement laws, and with
out benefit of clergy. And we have
much to do here; mere social conver
sation must await an ampler time. I
now appoint you publicity agent to
the governor. Your business is to
keep the people fooled—all tho people
all the time. You will begih by send
ing out word that Gov. Dangerfield
has given up all other work at present
but the destruction of the Apple
welght gang."
"But by the ghost of John C. Cal
houn, don’t you see that I’m losing the
chance of my life in my own profes
sion? There’s u story in this that
would put me to the top and carry me
right Into New York,” and Collins
glanced about for his suit-case, as
though meditating flight.
“Your appointment has gone into
effect,” said Ardmore with finality,
“and If you bolt you will be caught
and made to walk the plank. And so
far as your future Is concerned, you
shall have a newspaper of your own
anywhere you please as soon as this
war Is over."
The three men adjourned to the ca
boose, where Ardmore told Collins all
that it seemed necessary for the
newspaper man to know; and within
half an hour the new recruit had en
tered thoroughly Into the spirit of the
The Blood Bur«ed Hotly Through Hie
Heart.
adventure, though his mirth occasion
ally got the better of him, and he
bowed his head in his hands and sur
rendered himself to laughter. Thereaft
er, until the six o’clock supper was
ready, he kept the operator occupied.
He sent to the Palladium a thoroughly
plausible story giving prominence to
the Applewelght case and laying
stress on Gov. Dangerfleld’3 vigorous
personality and high sense of official
responsibility. He sent queries to
leading Journals everywhere, offering
exclusive news of the rumored disap
pearance of North Carolina's governor.
Ardmore took Collins more fully into
his confidence during the lingering
twilight, and the reporter made many
suggestions l that were of real value.
Meanwhile Cooke's men brought three
horses from the depths of the forest
and saddled them. Cooke entered the
caboose for a final conference with
Ardmore and a last look at the maps.
"Too bad,” remarked the acting gov
ernor, “that we must wait until to
morrow night to pick up the Apple
weights, but our present business is
more Important. It’s time to move,
Cooke.”
They rode off In single file on the
faintest of trails through the woods,
Cooke leading and Ardmore and Col
lins following immediately behind him.
The great host of summer stars
thronged the sky, and the moon sent
its soft effulgence across the night.
They presently forded a noisy stream,
and while they were seeking the trail
again on the farther side an owl
hooted a thousand yards up the creek,
and while the line re-formed Cooke
paused and listened. Then the owl's
call was repeated farther off and so
faintly that Cooke alone heard it. He
laid Ills hand on Ardmore’s rein.
"There’s a foot-trail that leads along
that creek, and it’s very rough and
difficult to follow. Half a mile from
here there used to be a still, run by
one of the Applewelghts. We smash
ed it once, but no doubt they are op
erating again by this time. That hoot
of the owl is a warning common
among the pickets put out by these
people. Wireless telegraphy Isn’t in
It with them. Every Applewelght
within 20 miles will know In half an
hour how many there are of us and
Just what direction we are taking. We
must not come back here to-night. We
must put up on your place somewhere
and let them think, if they will, we
are guests of yours out for an even
ing ride.”
“That’s all right. Unless we com
plete this Job in about two day» my
administration is a fizzle,” said Ard
more, as they resumed their march
through the forest There was a
wilder fling to the roll of the land
now, but the underbrush was better
cleared, and the trail had become a
bridle-path that had known man’s
care.
"This is some of Paul’s work." said
Ardmore; “and If I am not very much
mistaken we are on ray land now and
headed straight enough for the wagon
road that leads south beyond the red
bungalow. These roads in here were
planned to give variety, but I never
before appreciated how complicated
they are."
The path stretched away through
the heavy forest, and they climbed to
a ridge that commanded a wide region
that lay bathed in silver moonlight,
so softly luminous that it seemed of
the stuff of shadows made light. West
ward, a mile distant, lay Ardsley, only
a little below the level of the bridge
and touched with a faint purple as of
spring twilight.
Ardmore sat his saddle, quietly con
templating the great house that
struck him almost for the first time as
Imposing. He felt, too. a little heart
ache that he did not quite understand.
"We’d better be moving,” suggested
Cooke. “Look below there!”
Looking off from the ridge they saw
a man and a woman riding along a
Btrip of road from which the timber
had been cut. The night was so still,
the gray light so subdued, that tho
two figures moved as steadily and
softly as shadow pictures on a screen.
The slow even motion of the riders
was Interrupted suddenly. The man,
who was nearer the remote observers,
had stopped ar.d bent toward the
woman as though to snatch her rein,
when her horse threw up Its head
and fell hack on its haunches. Then
the woman struck the man a blow
with her riding-crop, and galloped
swiftly away along the white ribbon
like road. In the perfect night-silence
It was like a scene of pantomime.
“That’s all right!” cried Cooke.
“Come along! We’ll cut Into that
road at the bungalow."
They swung their horses away from
the ridge and back into the bridle
path, which once more dipped sharply
down Into heavy timber, Cooke lead
ing the way. and three of the best
hunters known to the Ardsley stables
flew down the clear but winding path.
The incident which the trio had wit
nessed required no interpretation; the
girl’s blow and flight had translated
it Into language explicit enough.
Ardmore thanked his German for
ester a thousand times for the admir
able bridle-path over which they gal
loped, with Its certain footing beneath
and clean sweep from the boughs
above. The blood surged hotly through
hla heart, and he was angry for the
first time In his life; but his head was
cool, and the damp air of the forest
flowing by tranquillized him Into a
new elation of spirit. Jerry Danger
field was the dearest and noblest and
bravest girl in the world—he knew
that; and she was clever and resouroe
ful enough to devise means for pre
serving her father’s official and priv
ate honor; and not less quick to de
fend herself from insult from a titled
scoundrel.
The three men rode out into the
broad highway at the red bungalow and
paused to listen.
"He hasn't got here yet Only one
person has passed and these must be
the tracks of the girl’s horse," said
Cooke, who had dismounted and struck
matches, the better to observe the
faint hoof-prlnts In the hard shell
road.
“He’ll be along In a minute. Let us
got into the shadow of the bungalow,
and when he comes we’ll ride out and
nail him. The bungalow’s a sort of
way house. I often stop here when
I’m out on the estate and want to
rest. I have the key In my pocket.”
As Ardmore’s keys jingled in the
lock Cooke cried out softly. Their
quarry was riding swiftly toward
them, and he drew rein before the
bungalow as Cooke and Collins rode
out to meet him.
“I say.” panted the duke.
“You are our prisoner. Dismount
and come Into this house.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
St. Thomas of Canterbury.
The festival of St. Thomas of Can
terbury, from being perhaps the most
popular of saints’ days in England,
has now fallen into complete desue
tude, and its revival is not aadvocated
by even the most fervent of Anglo-
Catholics. It was Henry VIII, who
destroyed the Becket tradition. The
king was (as always) in need of
money, and the shrine of St. Thomas
In Canterbury Cathedral seemed a
suitable object for legalized loot. 80
in 1538 an order was issued that tbs
bones of the saint should be burned
and the offerings made at his shrine
—the trophies of three centuries and
a half—forfeited to the crown. Becket
was to be decanonized, his images to
be destroyed and his name erased
from the service books. The work
was faithfully performed. “The name
of Geta,” writes Dean Staanley. “has
not been more carefully erased by hia
rival brother on every monument of
the Roman Empire.”
Short, and to the Point.
One of the shortest speeches re
corded in forensic annals is that of
Taunton, afterward a judge. Charles
Philips, an Irish orator, had made a
flowery speech In an assault case.
Taunton, who was for the defendant,
said In reply: “My friend’s eloquent
complaint amounts. In plain English,
to this: That his client has received
a good, sound horsewhipping; and my
defense is as short—that he richly de
served it.”
It is not so much what we do as
what we are that tells in tills world. —
Home Chat.
ROYAL WELCOME
FOR ROOSEVELT
Vast Throng Greets the Former
President at New York.
HE IS MET AT QUARANTINE
Escorted to the Battery by a Great
Flotilla—Speeches and Land Pa
rade—Affair Is Spontaneous
and Non-Partisan.
New York.—He has come back!
Theodore Roosevelt returned to
his native land June 18, and was given
a welcome home such as was never
before accorded to a citizen of this
republic. The whole country Joined
In It, and It was so spontaneous and
so utterly non-partisan that It could
not but be most flattering to the for
mer president.
Since emerging from the African
Jungle the latter part of March, Mr.
Roosevelt has been the guest of near
ly every European ruler and almost
unprecedented honors have been,
BEFORE AND AFTER THE TRIP
heaped on him. The reception by
his fellow citizens was a fitting cli
max to his triumphal tour and must
have been the most satisfactory event
connected with it.
Flotilla Meets Him at Quarantine.
More than a month ago every avail
able craft in New York harbor had
been engaged for the day, and nu
merous big organizations, like the Re
publican club of New York and the
Hamilton club of Chicago, had char
tered regular coast line steamers.
Early In the morning this immense
flotilla sailed far down the bay, and
when, about 9 o’clock, the scouting
tugs and motor boats came flying In
with the word that the Kalserln Au
guste Victoria was approaching, all
made ready for the first greeting.
As the big liner came Into sight, ev
ery whistle on every vessel was tied
open and shrieked the welcome to the
from lUrwocrwph. copyright, by Underwood A Underwood. N. T
THE VOYAGER HOMEWARD BOUND
returning wanderer. Colonel Roose
velt, with Mrs. Roosevelt and Ker
mlt by hie side, stood on the deck,
waving his hand and smiling the fa
miliar smile, and the waiting thou
sands cheered him again and again.
Reception Committee Takes Him.
At Quarantine the necessary for
malities were quickly over and the
official reception committee took the
colonel and his party aboard its rev
enue cutter. That vessel at once
started up the harbor and all the gaily
decorated craft, filled with dubs and
private parties, fell -in behind and
formed a most spectacular water pa
rade. On almost every boat was a
band, and all the way the musicians
played at the top of their lungs. The
shores were black with people who
• shouted their greetings to "Teddy**
as he passed and the factories and
mills added the noise of their whis
tles to the general din.
So it went all the way up to Twen
ty-third street, where the parade
turned and made its way back to the
Battery. At that historic spot at the
lower end of Manhattan Island Col
onel Roosevelt landed to receive the
formal welcome home.
Welcomed by Mayor Gaynor.
In an enclosure In the center of Bat
tery park were 200 distinguished
guests, including senators, represent
atives, ambassadors and close per
sonal friends of Mr. Roosevelt. Sur
rounding this enclosure was another
reserved space which was occupied by
about 2,500 prominent men and mem
bers of the big reception committee.
The cheering and music were al
most continuous as the colonel en
tered the park, but finally quiet was
restored and Mayor Gaynor stepped
forward and delivered a cordial ad
dress of welcome on behalf of the na
tion and the city. Mr. Roosevelt re
sponded briefly But feelingly, and
short speeches were made by several
other prominent men. Much as he
would have liked to be present to
greet his predecessor, President Taft
was kept away on account of bis offi
cial position and by a previous en
gagement.
Parade Through the City.
When the speech making was over.
the parade through the city streets
started. It was originally Intended
to conclude the reception with a mon
ster parade, and invitations were Is
sued to various organisations through
out the country. Within a few days,
however, the committee was flooded
with so many applications that the
parade feature had to be In part aban
doned. Organizations from Maine to
California and from the Gulf to the
Great Lakes requested places In the
line of march, and if the project had
been carried out, the procession would
have extended from the Battery to
the Harlem river and back again, a
distance of 20 miles, and the people
who had traveled hundreds of miles
to see Roosevelt would have been de
prived of the pleasure. In order to
overcome this obstacle so that no one
would be offended, a unique arrange
ment was adopted by the committee.
All organizations that wished to par
ticipate In the parade were assigned
certain blocks along the line of
march; for Instance, one or two
blocks were assigned to some visiting
club, and the next to the public, and
so on.
The procession Itself was compara
tively small and was led by the mount
ed police of New York, who were fol
lowed by the police band on foot.
Then came the escort of 600 Rough
Riders under the command of Robert
Hunter of Oklahoma city, president
of the organization. Colonel Roose
velt came next In a carriage, and his
carriage was followed by a long pro
cession of vehloles containing the
members of the committee and the
speakers.
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NO HELP NEEDED, THANK YOU!
But Many Will Think Women Needed
a Course of Instruction In
Manners.
“It’s all off with me, this thing of
offering help to "women autolsts In dis
tress,” says Charles A. Gager, the op
tician.
"I was walking up Superior avenue
a day or two ago, when I noticed a
stalled auto in front of the Colonial
theater. Two women, both apparently
exhausted, were making a desperate
effort to ‘crank’ the machine. *
“Being Bomewhat familiar with au
tomobiles, I lifted my hat and ap
proached the pair.
“ ‘Ladies,’ I asked, ‘can I be of some
service?’
"‘Yes, you can,’ snapped one of tlm
women, ’you can go right along an*
mind your own darn business.’ ”
Cleveland Leader.
Why He Quit.
“Bondsonby has given up smoking.”
“Impossible. He’s been a slave to
the habit for years.”
“He’s given It up, all right."
“Why? Did the doctor order him to
do It on account of his nerves?”
“No, I don’t believe so; but you
know that peach of a stenographer
he’s had for the past few weeks? Well,
I happened to overhear her say one
day, w'hen Bondsonby was listening,
that she would be as willing to kiss a
pig as to kiss a man who was always
smoking.”
Had a Reason.
“Why don’t you call your newspaper
the Appendix?" asked the enemy of
the political boss.
“Any special reason for wanting me
to do so?”
“Well, it's a useless organ.”
Not a Musician.
“W’hat is a man called who plays on
a saxophone?”
“You mean what does he call him
self or what do his hearers call
him?”
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