The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1902-04-03

eye to eye with him, medium COM
mustache, weight about the some as
mine-What's the use," he said, of
giving her all that money and making
her feel sorry she didn't take you, for
nothing? FL tell you a trick worth
two of that. Nobody here knows me.
Change clothes with me-you've pa
pers on to identify you L suppose. I'll
Jump overheard without witness. When
they find me rl be changed so they
couldn't tell me from you. You go
somewhere aud keep quiet for a month
or two till it's all blown over; then
come out and claim her while her re-
morse and gratitude ere at high tide"
How about the money!"
Do you care for ~that-you'd get it
anyhow"
"No, but suppose she shouldn't be
glad to see me?"
Is there any danger of that2"
"N-no: / don't think she realized
what she was doing; she would be
glad to have me come back if she nee
thought / was dead"
We'll, try it anyway; it can't do
any hoim
"I WILL" said Bliffkins, aud they
shook hands.
The two men retired within the
ferry and exchanged clothing. Then
Bligkins, suddenly feeling very queer,
sat down on a bench in the saloon and
watched the other man go out through
the door. The resemblance to him.
self, back view, was not reassuring.
He was conscious of distinct relief that
his suicide was to be by proxy.
Bliffkins secured himself in a quiet
lodging in South San Francisco to
await the turn of events. He was in
terested in reading the newspaper ac-
counts of his disappearance, and his
bequest TO Emmabelle furnished ma
terial for two columns in the yellow
est sheet. But the supplementary tale
of the finding of his dead body was
withheld. The little money he hnd
with him tided him over the first few
l days, but at last he was obliged to earn
, something, and his shabby garb found
, counter of a shabby grocer's shop. H'
: hated The work, and found himsel
9 desperately homesick for the magni
ficent surroundings of his uptown
i position. Two weeks went by; hi
3 began to venture about the city a little
3 He did not dare to go near Emmabelle'
s home, feeling less and less sure of hi
Q welcome even had the longed-fo
a Identification taken place. But h
tried to catch a glimpse of her.
The meeting came about quite un
expectedly, after all, one Sunday i
h Golden Gate Park. He saw her Will
a she was at some distance, walking wit
q man of his own height, dressed il
g black. Bllfkins did not know him
st but was sure he had seen him before
He noticed with pain their under
n standing of each other was evidentl
perfect. Nevertheless he went towar
It her boldly. She raised her eyes. He
d face turned white and she caught q
k her escorts arm. "Emmabellel' sal
Bliffkins.
3. "I-I-you have the advantage g
me, sir" she faltered.
Emmabellel' he repeated, IN q be
a seeching tone. a masculine voice GU
Z, in roughly.
l. "Confound your impudencel Wha
do you mean by speaking to my wife2
l. Bliffkins looked at him squarely fo
1t the first time. That comprehensiv
n glance took IN also his own best ha
D tie and broadcloth coat. Both me
n took a step backward. The one mut
tered a curse. The others jaw droL
ped. A moment they stood so, the
l. Emmabelle's voice broke the 8 ell. "t
d George, please take me awayl"
N a. party of tourists, a dozen in all
3 came up behind them, laughing an
W chattering. They bore them past an
d left Bliffkins standing alone.
d "Well, I'll be--!" SAID Bliffkins