Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1907-08-24

II was from this rgst returning tidal
wave that the final danger came, but
the two under that pile OF Wreckage
managed to slip from beneath the wood
when the waters loosened 1T and run IN
the breaking dawn TO the higher
ground beyond. They were bruised.
both of them, and Cambel was bleeding
from a Jagged cut on the head; but,
after all, their hurts were trifiing COM
pared with what they might have been.
Three thousand people died In that
nights work among the southern
states, and the air was torn with the
moan Of those who were left, lamenting
as they sought their dead.
That day all who could lift pair OF
hands had work to do and the next and
the next. but on the fourth day from
the cyclone, when the fallen had been
buried and the quick housed, Cambel
managed for the first time to get a
word en- tete-a-tete with this woman
who had said she loved him and had
promised to be his wife. He had
conned the matter over In his mind,
ard after heavy argument had decided
not to hold any of his affairs secret
from her, this, of course, having par
tiCular reference to the one affair by
which he hoped to make a competence.
He had visions Of difficulties with her
over IT, but he began his confidence
artfully.
Elsie he said, II came here to Flor
ida on business"
Then" replied Miss Kildare, I'D
like TO give business a knob of sugar
to eat and flowers to wear on his
headstalL What color was business?
White?"
Black. distinctly black, but vafu-
able. In figures slightly more than a
quarter Of a million in English money
If4ts
Of him, or rather. as it now Is, our
share, yours and mine dear"
"Oh, you duck. Pat! You don't mean
to say I'm to marry a rich man
Wherever did you steal the money
| from? Speculation"
Speculation of sorts, though steal
describes it better. It's there, and that's
the main thing"
money in the pocket is better than
ten plans TO get It there any day.
Pat. We'll nave big steam yacht, and
when we get sick of London Wen go
and see all the rest of the world. And
| YOU Of all people to become a successful
speculator. And what have you been
making your corner in? Nothing un-
clean, / hope, like short ribs OF pork p
Gold. if that viii suit your lady
ship"
"Oh, this is delightful You've been
| trading on American necessities. Tell
me all about IT, | think can follow.
| one ncars so much about the silver
| question that one can't help unaeP-
! standing IL a little"
| So with a pardonable couieur de rose
wherever tinting was available Cambel
| told the story OF his finding the chan
mel into the Everglades. his compact
! with Shelf the hazardous voyage OF
! the steamship Port Edes and the sub
sequent disposal OF the specie. The girl
! listened TO the tale with close attention
! and uumoved face. Even the account
! of the mutiuy and the grewaone en-
! counter between Mutt and his friend
! failed to call up comment, because IN
domestic Florida a little dashing homi.
/ eide is such q very common occurrence
| But when Patrick Cambel had finished
his say and looked to her for approVa
/ he only got a grave and decisive shake
Of the auburn head,
"Wel. dear" he asked at last, made
| very anxious at her silence.
NO Pat" she said quietly, | cant
! share in a fortune which has been laIc
up that way. Heaven knows I'm moi
squeamish Hearing what / DO out
here about trusts and corners and syn
dicates. and seeing what l can't helI
seeing of the way the people rounc
make their living and still evade ths
law and retain respect, my notions ol
/ morality are very easy and slack
But"
But have gone too far?"
She bowed her face gravely.
Continued Next Week.)