Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-04-13

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 "1hcy never must, they never shall.
 Rallies would have been too absurd bad ha u,t been tA pl-ouglly alive to his 9WH ~urdity There WIS uc1trthc. less an underlying sincerity i'll his ap precjatiou of any and every form If beauty which all his uous"nse eould not conceal and his iHfateation for the cup was. as he declared. a very pure passion, since the circumstances dcbarred him fr0lH the chief joy of tie average collector that of slowing his treasure to his friends At last. how ever, and at the height 0t his craze Rallies and reason seemed to colue to- ecther again as suddenly as they had parted company i'll the room of gold.
 Bunny" he cried fin2iug his news paper across the room I've got au idea after your own heart. I klow x here l can rlace it after alI.'
 DO yo4. mean the cup"
 '- do
 Then I congratulate you"
 Thanks"
 Upon the recovery of your senses.
 Thanks galore. But you've been confoundedly unsympathetic about this thing, Bunny, and dont think :. shall tell you my scheme till I've carried it out"
 Quite time enough" :" said l.
 1t will mean your letting me loose for an hour or two under cloud of this very night Tomorrow's Sunday, tue jubilees on Tuesday, and old Theo- bald's coming back for H.
 It doesu't much matter whether hes back OF not if you go late enough"
 VI mustn't be late. They don't keep open. No, it $ no use your asking any questions. Go out and buy me a big box of buntley X ualmer's biseuits- any sort you like-only they must be theirs, and absolutely the biggest box they sell
 My dear man.
 Ne questions, Bunny. You do your part and IT! do mine"
 Subtlety and success were il his face. il was enough for me, and had done his extraordinary bidding within T quarter of an hour In au other minute Rallies had opened the box and tumbled all the biscuits into the nearest chair,
 Now newspapers"
 fetched a pile He bid the cup of gold a ridiculous farewell, wrapped it up in newspaper after newspaper. and finally packed it in the empty biscuit box
 Now some brown paper. dou't want to be taken for the grocer's young man.
 "A neat enough parcel it made when the string had been tied and the ends cut close What was more difficult was to wrap up Rallies himself in such a WAY that even the porter could not recognize hin If they, came face to face at the corncr And the sun Was still up. But Rallies would go. and when he did 1 should not have known him myself.
 He may have been an hour away, It was barely dusk when he returned, and my first question referred 10 our dangerous ally, the porter. Rallies had
  had managed to avoid him altogether on the return journey, which he had completed by way of the other en trance and the roof l breathed again
 And what have you done with the eup:'
 Placed it..''
 How much for? How much for?"
 'Let me think. I had couple of cabs and the postage was a tenner with another twopence for registration Yes, it cost me exactly five and eight.
 "It cost you? But what did you get for it, Ratf1es:' "Nothing. my boy"
 Nothing"
 "Not a crimson cent" .I am not surprised. l never thought it had market value. I told you so in the beginning" I said irritably. "But what on earth have you done with the thing"
 <o $1.