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- 4a DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD ( f ,J- l. : s-v XA 1 ' NO DEFENSE 1 3"- J? Gilbert Paeke VTHl M( n xiv .flc ozri ' v- ) y TO TWJyTH I co (,UD rfiryTT- oPTVrn m( L nu r V777i u KKin x w COPYRIGHT 1 S ? "GO ON TELL ALLl" Synopsis. Dyck Calhoun, gifted young Irish gentleman of the time of tho French and American revo lutions, meets Sheila Llyn, seventeen-year-old girl visiting in the neighborhood. They are mutually attracted. Sheila never know her dissipated father, Errls Boyne, her mother having divorced him. In Dublin Leonard Mallow and Dyck fight with swords and Dyck Is vic tor. Errls Boyne, secretly In French employ, gets Dyck drunk and tries to persuade him to Join In revolt against England. Thoy quarrel. While Dyck Is ovorcome with drugged wine, Boyne'n second wife enters the room and stabs her faithless husband to the heart. Dyck is arrested on a charge of murder. Ho does not know If he killed Boyno or not; Sheila begs her mother to go to Dublin with her to help Dyck. Mrs. Llyn op poses the Idea. A letter from Mrs. Llyn's wealthy brother In America decides them to go and live with him. Dyck refuses to enter any plea except "No Defense." He might have escaped by revealing Boyne's treachery but refuses on Shetla'B account He Is sent to prison for eight years. Sheila writes Dyck, assuring him of her belief In his Innoocence. Released after serving four years. Dyck finds himself destitute, his father dead. In London Dyck receives a letter from Sheila Inviting htm to come to America and sending money for the voyage. He feels he cannot In honor" go to her. Dyck Joins the British navy as an enlisted man. Bad conditions In the fleet result in mutiny. Dyck, Joining tho muti neers. Is chosen by them to com mand the ship, the Ariadne. Dis satisfied with the conduct of the other ships' crews, Dyck breaks with them and sails the Ariadne to the West Indies. He arrives In time to turn the tide of victory In a battle between the French and English fleets, Calhoun is arrested for his part in the mutiny but thanked by the admiral for hfrs work In the battle The British covornment gives Dyck the free dom of the island of Jamaica, of which his old enemy. Lord Mallow, Is governor. With a companion, Dyck secures treasure worth 40,000 from a sunken Spanish ship, and becomes a wealthy and respected planter. Sheila comes to Jamaica. Dyck and Sheila's mother decide that" the girl must be told all the truth about her father's death. (CHAPTER XV Continued.) 9 Ever since the day when she had jseen Dyck Calhoun at Spanish Town he had been disturbed In mind. Dyck Jiad shown a reserve which she felt was not wholly due to his having been Imprisoned for manslaughter. In one way he looked little older. Ills phy sique was as good or better than when the first saw him on the hills of Play more. It was athletic, strenuous, elas tic. 1'et there was about It the abandon ment of despair at least of reckless ness. That much was to be said for him, that he had not sought to in flu-, ence her to his own advantage. She was so surrounded In America by men who knew her wealth and prlzedher beauty, she was so much a figure in Virginia, that any reserve with regard to herself was noticeable. She was enough feminine to have pleasure In the fact that she was thought desirable by men; yet It played an Insignificant part In her life. It did not give her conceit. It was only like a frill on the skirts of life. It did not play any part In her character. Certainly Dyck Calhoun had not flattered nor. That one to whom she hnd written, as she hnd done, should remove him self from the place of the deserving friend, one whom she had not deserted while he was In Jail as a criminal that he should treat her so, gave every nerve a thrill of protest. At the lodg ings In Spanish Town, after Dyck Cal houn had left, her mother had briefly said that she had told Dyck he could not expect the conditions of the Play more friendship should be renewed; that, In effect, she had warned hlra off. To this Sheila had said that the killing of a man whose life was bad might bo punishable. In any case, that thing was In another land, under abnormal conditions; and, with utter lack of logic, she saw no reason why he should be socially punished in Ja maica for what he had been legally punished for In Ireland. As for the mutiny, he had done what any honest man of spirit would do; also, he had by great bravery and skill brought victory to the king's fleet In West In dian waters. Then It was sho told her mother how she hud always dlbobeyed her commands where Dyck was concerned ; that sho had written to him while ho was In Jul); that she had come to Jnmnlca more to see him than to re form Salem ; that she had the old Cel tic spirit of brotherhood, and she would not be driven from It. In a sud den hurst of anger her mother had charged her with deceit; but the girl aid she hnd followed her conscience, &4 ah dismissed it all with a ges JLj" mm) wfisumr !. I .. f iL--ht.i's.vtri memy r a CM ;iReiLBERT PARKER ture as emphatic as her mother's an ger. That night they had dined with Lord Mallow, and she saw that his atten tions had behind them the deep pur pose of marriage. Lord Mallow had ability and knew how o use It; nnd he was never so brilliant as on this afternoon, for they dined while It was still daylight and hardly evening. "I saw a man's head on a polo on my way back to King's house. You have to use Ann methods here," Sheila said. "It Is not nil a rose garden. You have to apply force?" Lord Mallow smiled grimly. "Cost la force mornlo toujours." "All, I should not have thought It was moral force always," was the Ironical reply. 'We hnve criminals here," declared the governor with nplomb, "and they need some handling, I assure you. We have In this Island one of the worst criminals In the British empire." "Ah, I thought he was In the Uni ted States!" answered the girl, sedate ly. "You mean General George Washing ton," remarked tho governor. "No, It Is one who wns a friend and fellow countryman of yours before he took to killing unarmed men." "You refer to Mr. Dyck Calhoun, I doubt not, slr7 Well, he Is still n friend of mine, nnd I saw him today tills afternoon, before I came here. I understood that tho crown had par doned his mutiny." The governor was annoyed. "The crime is there Just the same," he replied. "He mutinied, and he stole a king's ship, and took command of It, and brought It out here." "And saved you and your Island, 1 understand." "Ah, he said that, did he?" "lie said nothing at nil to me about It. I have been reading the Jamaica Cornwall Chronicle tho last three years." , "lie Is ever a source of anxiety to me," declared the govcrnot. "I knew he wns once In Phoenix park years ago," was the demure yet sharp reply, "but I thought he was n good citizen here a good and well-to-do citizen." Lord Mallow flushed slightly. "Phoe nix park ah, he was a capable fellow "You Refer to Mr. Dyck Calhoun, I Doubt Not, Sir." with the sword! I said so always, and I'd back him now ngalnst a cham pion; but many a bad man has been a good swordsman." "So, that's what good swordsman ship does, is it? I wondered whnt it was that did It. I hear you fight him still but with a bludgeon, and he dodges It." "I do not understand," declared Lord Mallow tartly. "Ah, wasn't there some difference over his going for tho trensure to Haiti? Some one told me, I think, that you were not In fnvor of his get ting his tlcket-of-leave, or whatever It Is called, and that the provost mar shal gavo It to him, as lie had the right to do." "You have wide sources of Infor mation Id this case. I wonder " "No, your honor need not wonder, I wns told that by a gentleman on the steamer coming here. lie was a na tive of this Island, I think or per haps it was the captain, or the mate", or tho boatswain. I can't recall. Or maybe It came to mo from my man ager, Darius Boland, who henrs things wherever he Is, one doesn't know how ; but he hears them. He Is to me whut yonr aide-de-camp is to you," she nod ded toward a young mnn nearby at tho table. "You shall see my Darius Boland Indeed you have seen him. He wa there today when you gave me the distinction of yoar presence." A IfllJJJ That dry, lean, cartridge of a fel low, tkat pair of pincers with a face!" "And a tongue, your honor. If you did not hear It, yet you will hear It Ho Is to be my manager here. So ho will bo under your control If I permit him." "If you permit him, mistress?" "If I permit him, yes. You are a power, but you nro not stronger than tho laws nnd rules you make. For In stance, there was the case of Mr. Dyck Calhoun. When ho came, you were for tying him up in ono little corner of the Island the hottest pnrt, I know, near to Kingston, where It averages ninety degrees In tho shado at any tlmo of tho year. But the king you represent had not restricted hla lib erties so, and you being tho king, that Is, yourself, were forced to abide by your own regulations. So It may be the samo with Darius Boland. He may want something, nnd you, high up, looking down, will sny, 'Whnt dev iltry Is hcrql' nnd decline. He will then turn to your chief Justlco or provost marshnl general, or a deputy of the provost marshal, and they will sny that Darius Boland shall have what ho wants, because It Is tho will of the will you represent." Almost tho last words tho governor used to her wero these: "Those only live at peace hero who aro at peace with me;" and her reply hnd been: "But Mr. Dyck Calhoun lives at peace, does he not, your honor?" To that he had replied: "No man Is nt peace while ho has yet desires to satisfy." He paused a minute nnd then added : "That Errls Boyne killed by Dyck, Calhoun did you ever see him that you remember?" "Not that I remember," she replied quickly. "I never lived In Dublin." "Thnt mny he. But did you ever know his history?" She shook her bend in negation. Ills eyes searched her face carefully, and ho wns aston ished when he saw no sign of oon fusion there. "Good God, she doesn't know. She's never been told l" he said to himself. "This Is too startling. I'll spenk to the mother." ' A little later he turned from tho mother with astonishment. "It's mad ness," ho remarked to himself. "She will find It out. Some one will tell her. ... By heaven, I'll tell her flrst," ho hastily snld. "When Bhe knows tho truth, Calhoun will havo no chance on earth. Yes, I'll tell her my self. But I'll tell no ono else," he added; for he felt that Sheila, once she knew the truth, would resent his hnvlng told nbroad tho true story of the Errls Boyne affair. So Sheila and her mother hnd gone to their lodgings with depression, but ench with a clear purpose In her mind. Mrs. Llyn wns determined to tell her daughter what she ought to have known long before; nnd Sheila was firm to make tho one mnn who had ever Interested her understand that he was losing much that wns worth while keeping. Then had followed tho Journey to Salem. Yet all tho while for Sheila one dark thought kept hoverjng over everything. Why should life bo so complicated? Why should this one mnn who seemed capable and had the temperament of the Irish hills and vales be the victim of punishment and shame why should ho shamo her? Suddenly, without her mother's knowledge, she sent Darius Boland through the hills In tho early morn ing to Ennlsklllen, Dyck Calhoun's plnce, with a letter which said only this: "Is It not time that you came to wish us well In our new home? We shall expect you tomorrow." When Dyck rend this note ho thought It was written by Sheila, but Inspired by the mother; nnd he lost no time In making his way down across the country to Snlem. which ho readied a few hours nfter sunrlso? At tho doorway of the house he met Mrs. Llyn. "Hnve you told her?" he asked In anxiety. Astonished nt his presence, sho could make no reply for a moment, "I have told her nothing," sho an swered. "I meant to do so this morn ing. I mennt to do it I must." "Sho sent mo a letter asking If It wns not time I camo to wish you well In your house, nnd you and she would expect me toduy." "I knew nnught of her writing you," was tho reply "nnught nt all. But now that you are here, will you not tell her all?" Dyck smiled grimly. "Where Is she?" ho asked. "I will tell her." The mother pointed down tho gnr oon. "Yonder by tho clump of palms I saw her a moment ago. If you go that way you will And her." In Another moment Dyck Calhoun wns on his way to tho clump of palms, and before ho reached it the girl came out Into the pnth. When sho saw him, Rhe gave n slight sturt, then stood still, and he came to her, "I have your letter," ho said, "and I camo to say what I ought to say about your living hero; you will bring blessings to the place." Sho looked at him steadfastly. "Shull we talk here," Bhe said, "or in side the house? There Is a little shel ter .hero In tho trees" pointing to the rigK "a shelter built by tho late malinger. It hos the covering of a hut, but It Is opim at two sides. Will you come?" As she went on wJiend he could not fall to notice how sdm and trim sho wns, hew perfectly hor figure seemed to lit her gown us though she had been poured Into it; and yet the folds of her skirt waved nnd flouted like silky cloudti urouud brl Under cover of the shelter sno turned uud tunllcd at him. "You have seen my mother? "I have Just come from her," ho an swered. "She bade mo tell you what ought to have been told long ago, ana you were not, for there seemed an reason thot yon should. Tho sorrows that hnd como to your mother be longed to dnyn when you were scarce out of the cradle. But you did not know. You wero not aware that your mother had divorced your father for crime against marital fidelity nnd great cruelty. You did not know even who thnt father was. Well, I must tell you. Your father was a hand sonto mnn, n friend of mine until I know tho truth about him, and then ho died I killed him, so tho court said." Her face became ghastly pale. After a moment of anguished bewilderment, sho said : "You mean that Errls Boyne was my father?" "Yes, I mean that. They say I killed him. .They say he was found with no sword drawn, but that my "They Say I Killed Him." ft open sword Iny on tho table besldo mo whllo I was asleep, and that It had let out his life-blood." "Why was he killed?" sho asked, horror-stricken nnd with pale lips. "I do not know, but If I killed him, It wns because I revolted from tho proposals ho mndo to me. I " He paused, for the look on her face was painful to see, and her body was as that of one who had been struck by lightning. His heart smoto him, and ho pulled himself together to tell her all. "Go on," she said. "I want to hear. I want to know all. I ought to havo known long ago; but that can't bo helped now. Continue please." Her words hnd come slowly, In gnsps almost, nnd her voice wns so frayed he could scarcely recognize It. All tho pride of her nnturc seemed shattered. "If I killed him," he said presently, "It was because ho tried to tempt mo from my allegiance to the crown, to become a servant of France, to " Ho stopped short, for a cry enmc from her llp which appalled him. "My God my God!" she said with bloodless lips, her eyes fastened on his face, her every look and motion the Inflection, of despair. "Go on tell all," she added presently with more composure. Swiftly ho described whnt hap pened In tho little room nt tho trai tor's tavern, of the momentnry recon ciliation and the wine thnt he drank, drugged wine poured out but not drunk by Errls Boyne, and of his later unconsciousness. At Inst he paused. "Why did these things not come out nt tho trial?" sho asked in hushed tones. Ho mndo a helpless gesture. "I did not spcuk of them because I thought of you. I hid It I did not wnnt you to know whnt your father was." Something like a smile gathered at tttr pale lips. "You saved mo for the moment, nnd condemned yourself for ever," sho said In a voice of torture. "If you had told what he was If you hnd told that, the Jury would not have condemned you, they would not havo sent you to prison." "J believe I did tho right thing," ho snld. "If I killed your father, prison was my proper punishment. But I can't remember. There wns no other clue, no other guide to Judgment. So tho law said I killed him, and he had evidently not drawn his sword. Tt was clear ho was killed defenseless." "You killed n defenseless mnn!" Her voice was shnrp with agony. "Thnt was mentioned at tho trial but I did not believe it then In that long ago." She trembled to her foot from the bench where sho wns sitting. "And I do not believe It now no, on my soul, I do not." "But It mnkes no difference, you see. I wns condemned for killing your father, und the world knows thnt Errls Boyne wns your father, und here Lord Mallow, the governor, knows It; nnd there Is no chance of friend ship between you and me. You dare not be friends with me " Her face suddenly suffused nnd fiho held herself upright with an effort. Sho was about to say, "I dure, Dyck I do dnrel" but ho stopped her with a repnnlng gesture. "No, no, you dare not, and I would not let you If you would, I am an ex convict. They say I killed your fa ther, and the way to understanding between us is closed." Sho made a protesting gesture. "Closed! C!osjI Hut Is it closed? No, no, some ono else killed him, not you. You couldn't havo done It. You would have fought blm fought him as you did Lord Mallow, and In fight ing you might have killed him, but your rvvord 'never let out his life whet he was defenseless nevec" A loek of IntenM relief, alooat M happiness, came to Dyck'a face. "That Is like you, Sheila, but It doci not cure the trouble. You and I nro as fnr apart as noon nnd midnight Tho law has said the only thing that can bo snld upon It" Sho snnk down again upon tho wooden bench. "Oh, how mad' you were, not to tell tho whole truth long ago I You would not havo been con demned, and then " Sho paused, overcome, and his self control almost deserted htm. With strong feeling ho burst out: "And then wo might hnvo como together? No, your mother your friends, myself could not hnvo let that be. See, Sheila, I will tell you tho whole truth now nyo, tho wholo absoluto truth. I havo loved you slnco tho first day 1 saw you on tbo hills. Not n day Has passed Blnco then, when you were not more to mo than any other woman In all the world." A new light camo Into her face, tho shadows left her eyes and tho pallor fled from her lips. "You loved mo?" she snlll In a voice grown soft husky still, but soft as tho light in a sum mer Jienven. "You loved mo nnd hnve always loved mo slnco wo flrst met?" "I havo always loved you, Shelln, and shall do so whllo I have breath and life. I have always given you tho best that Is In me, tried to do whnt was good for us both, slnco my mis fortune crime, Lord Mnllow calls It, as docs the world. Never a sunrise thnt does not And you In the forefront of nil tho lighted world ; never n flower havo I seen that does not seem sweeter It brings thoughts of you; never a crime thnt docs not deepen Its shnmo becnuso you nro In tho world. In pris on, when I used to mop my floor and clean down the walls; when I swept tho dust from tho corners; when I folded up my convict-clothes; when I nto the prison food nnd sang tho prison-hymns; when I placed myself beside the" bench In tho workshop to mnke things thnt would bring cash to my fellow-prisoners lu their need; when I saw a minister of religion or heard the Litany; when I counted up the dnys, first that I had spent In Jail and then the days I had still to spend In Jail; when 1 reud tho books from tho prison llbrnry of tho hind whero you had gone, nnd of tho struggle there; when I saw you, In my mind's eye, In the cotton fields or on the ve randa of your house in Vlrglnln; I hud but ono thought nnd thnt was tho look In your face nt Playmoro nnd Limerick, tho sound of your voice as you came singing up tho hill Just be fore I flrst met you, the Joyous beauty of your body." "And nt sea?" sho whispered with n gesture at onco beautiful and pathetic, for It had the motion of helplessness nnd hopelessness. "At sen," he answered, with his eyes full of intense feeling "at sea, I was freo nt last doomed us I thought an guished in spirit, and yet with a wild hope that out of It would come deliv erance. I expected to loso my life, nnd I lived each day as though It would bo my lust. I was chief rogue In a shlpful of rogues, chief sinner In n hell of sinners, nnd yet I hnd no remorse and no regret. I had done all with nn honest purpose, with the good of the sailors In my mind; nnd so I lived In dally touch with death, honor and dishonor. Yet I never saw a sailor in tho shrouds, or heard the night watch call 'All's welll In tho midst of the night nnd mutiny, thnt I did not long for a word froui you that would take away tho sting of death. Those days at sea for ten long weeks were neer freo from anxiety, not anxiety for myself, only for tho men who hnd put mo where. I wns, hnd given mo captain's rank, hud " Suddenly he stopped, nnd took from his pocket tho letter ho wns writing on tho very day she landed In Jamaica. He opened It nnd studied tt for a mo ment with a dark look In his face. "This I wrote even ns you wero land ing lu Jamaica, and I knew naught of your coming. It was un outbreak of my soul. It was tho truth written to you and for you, and yet with the feeling that you wou'id never see It. I was still writing It when Michael Clones camo up the drive to tell me you nnd your mother were here. Here it is with ull the truth uud terror in it nye, there was terror, for it guve tho soul of my life to ono I never thought to see again; and, ff seeing, should be compelled to do what I have done tell her tho wholo truth at onco and so have It over. "But do not think that in telling H now I repent of my secrecy. I repent of nothing; I would not alter anything. What wus to be is, and what is has its place in the hook of destiny. No, I repent nothing, yet here now I give you this to reud whllo still my story of the days of which you know is In your ears. Here It is. It will tell tho whole story; for when you huvo read It und do understand, then we pnrt to meet no more as friends. You will go buck to Vlrglnln, uud I will Btay here. You will not regret coming hero; but you will deslro our friendship to cease; and whnt has been to he no more, while the tincture of life is In your veins. Shelln, read this thing, for It Is tho rest of the btory until now." Ho handed her the papers, and she took them with an Inclination of the head which said: "Give It to mo. 1 will read It now whllo my eyes enn still bear to rend It. I hnvo laid on my heart the nettlo of slmmc, und while it Ib still burning thero I will read ull that you huvo to teach me." "I will go out In tho gnrden while jou read It," ho suld. "In a half-bout I will como bnck, and then wo can sny good-by," ho ndded, with pain in his voice, hut ttrinly, "No, do not ip," eh urged. "Sit here a Uii fcwocK tbe tud of tt her" he snld, motioning with her haat Co shook his head In negation. "No, I will go nnd say to your mother that I havo told you, and eaao her mind, for I know sho herself meant to tell you." Aa ho went ho looked at her face closely. It was so young, so pathetic, so pale, yet ao strangely beautiful, and her forehead was serene. That was one of her characteristics. In all her llfo, her forehead remained untroubled aad unllncd. Only at her mouth nnd In her oyes did misery or sorrow show. He looked Into her eyes now, and ho wna plcnscd with whnt ho saw; for they hnd In them tho glow of understanding nnd tho note of will which said : "You and I are parted, but I believe In y6u, and I will not show I am a weak wom an by futile horror. Wo shall meet no more, but I shall remember you." As ho turned away, It wai with tha sharp conviction that ho had dealt a blow from which tho girl would re cover, but would never be tho samo again. Sho wns rich "beyond tho drenma of avarice," but that would not console her. She hnd resources withla herself, had what would keep her steady. Her lips opened ns though sho would say something, but nothing como from them. Sho only shook her head sadly, as If to soy: "You understand. Go, nnd when you come again, It will ho for us to part In pence at least In pence." Out In tho gnrden ho found her mother. After tho first ngitntcd greet ing ngltntcd on her part ho Bald: "Tho story lias been told, nnd sho la now reading " He told her tho story of tho manu script, nnd added that Sheila had car rlcd herself with courage. Presently tho womnn said to him: "Sho never believed you killed Errla Boyne. Well, It mny not help tho situ atlon, but I sny, too, that I do not bo llcvo you did, I cannot understand why you did not deny having killed him." "I could not deny. In any case, the law punished mo for It, nnd tho book is closed forever." "Hnvo you never thought that aoma one " "Yes, I havo thought, but who la there? Tho crowd nt tho Dublin ho tel whero the thing wns dono wero secret, nnd thoy would Ho tho apron oft n bishop. No, there la no light, and, to tell tho truth, I enro not now." "But If you nro not guilty It Is riot too lato; thero Is my girl I If the real criminal should appear can you not see?" Tho poor womnn, dlstressedly pale, hor hnlr still abundant, hor eyes still bright, her pulses aglow, as they had over been, mndo a gesture of appeal with hands that woro worn and thin, Sho had charm still, In a wny as great as her daughter's. "I can Bee; but Mrs. Llyn, I hava no hope. I am a man whom somo men fear " "Lord Mallow 1" Bhe Interjected. "He docs not fear mo. Why do yon say that?" "I speak with n woman's Intuition. I don't know what ho fears, but ha does fear you. You" aro a son of his tory; you hnd a duel with him, and bent htm; you hnvo always beaten him, oven hero whero ho has been supremo ns govornor from flrst to last, you have bcutcn hlra." "I hopo I shall bo oven with him at tho Inst at the very last," was Dyck Calhoun's reply. "Wo wero mndo to he foes. Wo wero from tho flrst. I folt It when I buw him nt PJaymoro. Nothing has changed Blnco then. He will try to destroy mo here, but I will seo It through. Tho man Is a fool. H could help hlra here, but ho will hava nono of it, nnd ho Is running great risks. He has been warned that the Maroons uro restive, that tho black slaves will rlso If tho Maroons hava any Initial success, and ho will listen' to no advice. And up thero" ho turned und pointed "up thero In Tre lnwney the Maroons aro plotting and planning, und any day an explosion may occur. If it occurs no ono will be safe, especially If tho blacks rise too I mean the blnck slaves. There will bo no safety then for any one." "For us us well, you mean?" "For you as well as all others, and you aro nearer to Trelawney than most others. You nro In their path. So bo wise, Mrs. Llyn, nnd get backJ to Vlrglnln as soon as mhy bo. It la a better place than this." "My daughter Is mistress here,"j was the sorrowful reply. "She wll have her own way." i "1 will tell her what I fear, and sho may change her mind." ' "But tho governor mny want her to stay," answered Mrs. Llyn none too sagely, but with that In her mind which seemed to Justify her. "Lord Mallow oh, If you think there Is on Influenco In him to keep her, that Is another question," said Dyck with a grim smllo. "But. never theless, I think you should leave here nnd go bnck to Virginia. It la no safe place for two ladles, In all senses. Whatever Lord Mallow thinks or does, this Is no placo for you. This place 14 your daughter's, for her to do what sho chooses with It and I think Bhe ought to soil It. Thero would bo no trouble In' getting n purchaser. It la a lino property." "But the governor might not think, ns you do; he might not wish It sold." "Good-by God protect you!" ho added, looking into ShtiiU't ey. T (TO BE CONTINUED.) His Whereabout. First Flea Been on a vacation? Second Flea Nop ok a trantw Kaw Yerk WaaM. !') fit l ,fVtf f M f n