The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1906-1907, 1907-08-27

Those letters must be recovered Gt an |
hazards. Failure apparently meant
one case OF suicide and one of life |
long remorse.
Meanwhile, things had been happen
ing elsewhere Arthur Blakely had
finally decided to send that bouquet
and to follow 1t in person several hours
later, only to find that Molly had de-
parted for the country. II wasn't
case where he could go into court and
argue 1t out, but case OF hustle.
About the time that Aunt Sarah was
picking up paper rags to make her
deal with the peddler the young law
yer was leaving the city on the ex-
press and preparing his argument for
the jury Of one. There was, of course.
no one at the depot to meet him, and
he stepped out In a lively way for
the half mile walk. AS he did SO a
tin peddler came driving along, and
one of the wheels of his wagon struck
a stone and slowed the vehicle around
and upset 1t in the ditch. The bags
OF paper rags on top were thrown
to the ground, and one of them burst
ing open shot bundle of letters to the
feet Of the lover. He recognized his
stationery and his handwriting at a
glance. Sherlock Holmes could not
have invented a more dramatic situa-
ton.
''Villaln, where did you get theseY
Arthur finally demanded Of the ped
dler.
VILLAIN yourself! What in thunder
ails your
You have robbed housed You
have stolen these letters from a grill"
Come off. You are crazy"
Il arrest you! You are my prisonerI
Here Is evidence to convict your
There is difference between the
legal business and the constabulary
business, and young Blakely sOon dis
covered this He had only taken the
man Of tinware by the collar when he
was seized himself in return, and as
Aunt Sarah and Molly drove up the
men were rolling over and over on the
ground.
There were CALCULATIONS, exclama-
-.
Mr.. Blakely hunted for his hat and
missing buttons and begged pardon.
Molly regarded him with what she In
tended to be cold stare, but which
had 'T'll-fOrgive-you" look mingled
with 1t. The peddler swore frankly
and picturesquely and said somebody
had to pay for his skinned nose. Aunt
Sarah, bless her heart, was equal to
the emergency. She felt the sting of
conscience for having laid her sacri-
legious hands on those love letters.
She suggested that a Ave dollar bill
was the right sort of plaster for a
skinned nose, and Mr.. Blakely handed
1t over. Under other circumstances,
being in the law, he would not have
given it up until judgment had been
rendered by court and a writ Of ex-
ecution issued. When peace reigned
Aunt Sarah climbed down from the
buggy and said:
Il must go and see Mrs. Williams In
that cottage over there. Mr.. Blakely,
will you have the kindness to drive
Miss Gray back to the houseT'
It was only mile back to the farm
house, but owing to the lame horse and
various other matters It was three
hours before the buggy drove up to the
sate. Many lovers quarrel has been
settled In far less time.
Some weeks later when Aunt Sarah
was asked about the rumored engage
ment she assumed a knowing and I'm
pOrtant look and replied:
"Yes, expect it's so. but where
would they have been but for me and
the tin peddler and Providence? l
shall never let one Of these men pass
my gate again without at least calling
to him and asking the price Of wash
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