Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1901-02-16
IA GIRL E GRIT.
BY MAJOR ARTttjR GRlFfITHS.
Copyright. 1900 by r F. Feuuo & Co
Copy right. 1900. by r. F. Fenno & Co.

1t was a sort of wooden erection
bulkhead; two great upright timbers,
wedged In tight between the ceiling
and the stone fioor-might have been
a support, pillarlike, for the roof or
ceiling, but we could see 1t was meant
TO make some one fast to-a pair Of
stocks, you might say. OF a whipping
post. And so IL had been used, no
doubt. For there were a long chain
and paddock hanging between the up
rights just over a low bench that
served as a sea for whoever was held
there a prisoner.
This was where the coolie ragged
about most f~ercely, shifting, seeming,
hunting to and fro, always under the
encouraging voice OF missy, who shout
ed, "Lu-lu-lu, good dog; find him, then.
Where is he? Out with him LULU"
or course his master had been there.
None Of us had any doubt Of that, any
more than OF the plain fact that he was
not there now. We looked at zach other
blankly, after a bit, hardly knowing
what to do or say next, till miss
stamped her foot and cried, "Well?'
II AVE my suspicious" began the
sergeant, knocking his hands together
rather jovially, till the dust flew out of
his white Isle thread gloves. TITS not
oil fair and square. / shall make a re-
port to tina ~effecSand await instruc-
tons"
"Pshaw!" interrupted Miss. 'And
meantime Mr.. Wood may be murdered.
/ shall offer a reward OF $500 to who
ever finds him, but it must be within
the next twenty-four hours"
Now you're talking" said heartily,
land / don't see we can gain much
by staying here The cage is empty,
and we've got 10 follow the birds wher-
ever they have flown"
IF you will excuse me- said the
sergeant, who had got mighty eager
when he heard Of the reward, 1.-THE
most proper course, as | see II, Is to
start from this here house. Whose is
It? Who took #? Likewise who put
up his apparatus, and why? When
those questions is answered by the
ne%ighbors, house agents, tradesmen
and such ike, We may come to lay our
fingers on them as is responsible for
this here business"
you had better do all that, then"
said the general, very discontinued,
land / shall go to New Scotland Yard
to the fountain head. There's more In
this man than you buffers seem to
think. We want the best man they've
got, a real detective, to take up the
case"
This was aimed at me. 1t was n
kind, you'll say. But after all how
much had | done and where was boy
Joe2
IT'S not like him." ] was saying half
to myself as we stood together, miss
and /, while she was taking the rib
bons and with II neat brown shoe on
the step was just getting into her cart.
Either he's been caught spying-and
that's not like him-or he's hanging on
to their heels Ike a bird lime. But
What in thunder's that"
| saw some rough writing in white
chalk upon the gate, and an arrow fig
ured there with the point toward Lon
don:
"Ooked 1t. Follerin' on. joe"
They were as plain as print, SO was
their naming. and i pointed out the
words tr%iumphantly TO Miss Fairholme.
Il knew that boy wouldn't fail me.
He's got grit, he has. Some day he'll
be able to teach me my business
Il wish he would begin soon," said
miss peevishly. IT'S always the same
story. Some day, one day, next day,
never. And all this time he-poor Cap
tain Wood-is'-
cut with her throng, and the beast,
nearly springing through his collar,
started off like q mad thing, with the
other mad beast Of a dog yelping and
s%creeching and jumping up at his muz-
zle or trying to bite at his heels. The
general also gave me n contemptuous
good day and, springing on to his
bike" like a boy, went off at a real
right down scorching pace after the
buggy.
expect hat is the last l shall see of
her, for she never took a card Of mine
or asked where she could find me
again, and I've fully made up my mind
that never so long as l live will | hunt
after her. When Joe reappears, as /
tell you, gentlemen, | most confidently
expect he will at n moment and
with important news, so that l can pick
up fresh threads, I'll do the next job
alone. | don't want any highfalu;in
young duchesses treating one like dirt,
for a true born American citizen is as
good as any emperor, let alone a pert
mink with yer SO pretty q face. We
shall see. If there was no better rea-
son than the wish to humble her, |
mean to see the thing right through to
the very end.