Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1889-01-16

just rs well that Roscy rcckons that you
and me Is settlin' our accounts" he be-
gan, cunningly, ''nnd r,cbbc it's just ez
we'll ez she should reckon you're goin'
away"
"But Ian, going" interrupted Rcnshaw.
impa,tcntly. AZ leave tonight"
''Surely, surely" said Mott, gently,
'that's wot You knlki.ate to do; that's
just nat'ral in n young Teller. That's
about what reckon I'd hev done to her
mother II anythin' like this he'd ever
cropped UP, which II didn't Not but
what Almiry Jane had young fellers
enough around her, but, 'ceps ole Judge
Peter, ez was hmed I'm tire war of 1912,
there amt no similarity ez kin, sec," he
added, musincly.
II nrn afraid can't sec ary similarity
either, Mr.. Mott" said Rcnshaw, strug-
Cling between . dawning sense Of some
impending absurlity nnd his growing pas
sion for Rosey. ''For Heavens sake
spcnk out IL you've got anything to say
Mr.. Mott leaned forward, and placed
his largo hand on the young mans
shoulder. That's what sed to myself
when l seed how things were pintin'
Speak ONT SEE I, .Abncr! Speak out II
you've got anything to say. You kin
trust this yer Mr.. Renshaw. III, amt
the kind Of man to creep into the bosom
of n mans ship for purposes Of his own
He amt n man that would hunt round
until hc discovered a poor mans treasure.
and then try TO rob'r--
''Stopr' said Renshaw, with set fnce
and dGrkcning eyes. what treasurer
what man IRE you speaking of"
why Roscy and Mr.. Fcrrers," re-
turned Mott, simply.
ReDsliaw SAM i...J his sent again. But
tho expression Of relief which here passed
swiftly over his face gave way 10 one OF
uneasy interest ms Mott went ON.
"P'r'aps it's a little high falutln' talkin'
Of Roscy cz treasure. But, considcrin',
Mr.. Rcnshaw, CT she's the only propty
I've kept by me for seventeen years cz hez
onid interest and increased in valooe, il
lint sayin' too much to call her so. And
u Fcrrcrs knows this, lie oughtcr been
content with gougin' Inc in that horschair
spec, without goin' for Rosey. P'r'nps
ser surprised Mt hearing mo speak o. my
,wn flesh and blood ex IL I was talkin'
boss trndc, but you and me is business
such. We amt goin' to slosh round and
slop over in po'try and sentiment" con.
tinued Mott, with a trcmulous voice, and
hand that slightly shook on Renshaw's
shoulder. "We ain't goin' to git up and
sing, 'Ttou'st Iarncd to love another
thou'st broken every vow we've parted
from each ether and my bozom's lonely
now OH IS it weH to- sever such hearts us
ourn for ever kin forget thee never fare
well farewell farewell Ye never hap
pend to hear Jim Baker sing that at the
moosic hall on Dupont street, Mr. Ren-
shaw" continued Mr.. Mott, enthusias-
ticnlly, when he had recovered from that
complete absence OF punctuation which
alone suggested verse to his intellect
HE sorter struck water down here" In
dicating his heart, every timc'
''But what has Miss Mott to do with NJ.
dc Ferricres,' asked Renshaw, with a
faint smile.
Mr.. Mott regarded him with dumb,
round, nstonished eyes. 'IIazn't she told
yersn
Certainly not"
And she didn't let on anythin' about
h!rlY' he continued, feebly.
''She said she'd like to know where''---
He stopped, with the reflection that he
was betraying her condolences.
A dim foreboding Of some new form Of
deceit, To which even the man before him
was consenting party, almost paralyzed
Motifs faculties. ''Then che didn't tel.
yer that she and Ferrers was sparhin' and
kcepin' kimpany together; that she and
him wns engaged, and was knlkilntin' 10
run away to furrin parts; that she cot
toned To him more than TO the ship or her
father"
she certainly did not, and shouldn't
believe IT," said Rcnshaw, quickly.
Mott smiled. He was amused; he as
tufely recognized the usuul truthfulness
OF love and youth. There was Clearly nc
deceit here! Renshaw'S attentive eyes
saw the smile, and his brow Snrkened.
II like to hear yer say that, Mr.. Rem
shaw, said Mott, ''and it's no more than
Rosey deserves, CT it's suthing onnat'ral
and spell like that's come over her
through Fcrrcrs. II amt my Rosey. But
it's Gospel truth, whether she's bcwitched
or not; whether it's them damn fool sto-
ries she rends--nnd it's like CT not he's
just tho kind o. snipe TO write 'crn hisself,
and sortcr advertise hisself, don't yer see
she's nllus stuck up for him. They've
had clandesent interviews, md when ]
taxed him with II he ez much ez allowed
II was so. and reckoned he must leave, 40
eZ he could run her OFT, you know
kinder stampede her with honor
ITEMS his very words"
'But that IA ell past; he Il gone, and
Miss Mott docs not even know where he
isr' said Renshaw, with laugh. which.
however, concealed vague uneasIness.
Mr.. Mott rose and opened the door care.
fully. When he had satisfied himself
that no one WINS listening he came back and
said in u whisper, That's lie. Not en-
Rosey means TO lie, but It's a trick he's
| put upon that poor child. That nInu. Mr.
/ Renshaw, her been hangin' round the
Pontiac ever since. I've seed him twice
I with my own eyes pass the cabin windys
More than that, I've heard strange noises
I 20 night and seen strange faces In the
alley over yer And only fist now 81 I
KEN in ketched sight Of firrln Iookln'
/ Chinee Niger Sinking round the bach
door OF what useter be Fcrrers' loft"
odd he look like sailorf" asked Rem
shaw quickly, with return Of bis former
suspicion.
mot more than do" snid Mott. eianc.
Ing complacently at his pen jacket. ole
I had rings ON his yeers like n gench