The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1891-10-31

know anything about q mine. and he
might have little bonanza and not
know it inst hear the dear simpletoni'
M PRECIOUS FRANK Bonn is negotiating
with rne fnr my claim. aud he offers me Sl.tU0
cash uave not yet accepted II. but have
atxIut naiit. mp my mind that ! hR,i better do
40 Yun KNOW It had that much cash could
have the tate 10 Ask you to hasten that long
hoped for Happy dag. For your sake. darling
believe II Will t- the best for me tO take this
offer II Il" you may hnk for me down early
next week. Forever yours.
CHAKLEs MOTLEY.
Hello. Frank, shouted smothered
voice close. to her ear. ''are you there
YETI
Frances jumped to her feet and ran to
the telephone
Dear me, ! left the receiver hanging
down and they could not ring the bell"
She put it to her ear and shouted back
through the tr lnsmitter:
Yes, I'm here; what is it?'
Don't you forget to send that thou
sand up on the stage tonight to Logtown.
Tom says there's at least SIC. 900 in sight
Motley is a schoolmarln. and don't know
it. Don't forget, now Goodby."
Franks pretty eyes and mouth spread
wider and wider as those words came
out of the wonderful little instrument.
For goodness sake! who is he talk.
ing to- Oh Yes! why it must be tc
Frank Downey. the express agent AT
Bokey They've been talking together,
and Downey has stopped and switched
my end on Motley is schoolmarm, is
he3 There's $4,000 in sight. and Charlie
doesn't know it. and the money is going
up there on the stage from Bokey to-
night Oh. dearl what shall do? ri
go up there. | will. It's only eight
miles. and it's twenty from Bokey It's
8 o'clock and the stage gets there at g.
Frank was California girl, and there
was no perils to her on the eight mile
trail to Logtown: and if there had been,
the slur cast upon Charles keenness
and the eager desire to save that ''$10 .0OC
In sight" for him. would have been suffi.
cient incentives to induce her to dare
them. though she knew they awaited
her. Running over to the postofice.
she hurriedly engaged the young clerk
to take care of the instrument for her.
and. dashing back to her room. soon ap-
peared ready for the eight mile walk to
Logtown.
The sun was yet very hot, although al.
most down behind the hills. The trail
was steep and rocky; but Frank pushed
on, muttering to herself, when she felt
on fir.o6 hn $opn RI ci<
and rest
Charles schoolmarm. is he2 Ter
thousand dollars in sight, and he doesn't
know. it, eh? Well, he shall know il
and have all the credit of the discovery
too-there. nowi"
Up. up, down, down. around and
around wound the mountain trail, and
Frank wound with it. until tired, dusty.
breathless. hoarse and almost crying
she saw the county highway in the SOM
Der moonlight just below her.
Just as she reached the roadside and
was about to push through the chapar-
raj which here reached to her shoulders
she heard the rumbling stagecoach COM
ing around the bend close to her. With
the despairing resolve to 60 in at least
with the stage If she could not before il
she pushed her parasol through the
bushes and waved it to the driver,
shouting at the same time. hoarse from
her excitement:
"Stop! Stopl"
But to her establishment and dismay,
instead of stopping the driver reached
down into the boot. and with a "Cuss
yer. take it," threw heavy box into the
road and. flashing his four-in-hand into
run. disappeared down the canyon.
Poor Frank crouched down into the
chaparral in despair.
"Oh. deari | haven't walked there
and I've lost the stage. and poor Charlie
oh, dear mel"
The spirit Of a genuine California girl
is not easily overcome with despair. and
Frank was genuine California girl. and
she was not to be beaten until she was. She
got up. pullen her black veil tighter over
her moist face and bravely started on
again to Logtown 1t was not far, and
not a half hour elapsed before she saw
the lights Of the little camp scattered
around in the canyon below her.
Breathless and painting she hurried on
to the tavern. A great crowd of men
were excitedly swearing and threaten
ing on the porch. Some were in the
street cinching saddles on to their horses,
and in their midst stood Black Pete. the
stage driver.
Don't known he was angrily shout
ing. IL tell yer twar only mile back.
an Their cuss showed his shooting iron
right under MY nose. Why didn't l run
fer it? Thar war two nv 'em thar. as
sure as fightin."
Pretty soon, with yell and whoop.
twenty men galloped up the road with a
suggestive looking rope dangling from
one of the saddlea
Poor Frank fastened to fnd Charlie
She found him sitting disconsolately on
the back porch.
..Why, Frank. what in the world are
you doing hereT'
sOh. Charlie. have you sold that mine