The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1909-10-23

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The prisoner leaned heavily against his
prison door and glared out upon his taller
with a new, fierce interest
L tell you I've nothing 70 do with the
] Appleweights, / don't want TO reveal my
identity to you, you young beggar; but
! I demand my legal rights"
My deear sir, retorted Ardmore, you
! have no legal rights, for the writ of
habeas corpus doesn't go here. You seem
rather intelligent for a barn burner and
timber thief. Come now, what is your
manner"
The prisoner gazed down upon the
/ mperturbable figure Of his cantor
/ through the Stats of the corn-crib. Ard
more returned his gaze with his most
bland and child-like air Many people
had been driven 10 the point Of madness
by ArdmOre's apparent dullness The
prisoner realized that he must launch a
thunderbolt il he would disturb a self
possession so complete-a tranquility as
sweet as the fading afternoon.
Mr. Ardmore. I dislike TO do Il. but
your amazing conduct makes II necessary
for me 10 disclose my IDENTIFY" and the
mans manner showed real embarrass-
ment.
Il knew It; ! knew H." nodded Ard
more, folding his arms across his chest
You're either tae King Of Siam or the
Prince Of Petosky. AS either, / salute
you"
moi" reared the captive, beating i'm
potently against the door OF the cage
with his hands Not I'm the governor
Of South Carolinat
This statement failed. however 10 pro-
duce the slightest effect on Mr.. Ardmore
who only smiled slightly, a smile less
incredulous than disdainful
oh, pshaw that's nothing" he replied:
I'm the governor Of North Carolina
and mounting his horse ne gravely lifted
his hat 10 the prisoner and galloped
away.
While Mr.. Ardmore was securing his
prisoner in the corn-crib II may be inter-
esting 10 return for a moment 20 the
haunted log cabin on Raccoon Greek.
the interior of which was roughly but
comfortably furnished. Above were two
small sleeping-rooms, and beside the bed
In each stood a suitcase and a hand
satchel In each room hung. on con-
venient hooks q long black frock-coat.
pair OF trousers OF light cloth, and
broad-brim black felt hat Coat. trousers
aud hat were exactly alike
In the room below sat a man IN his
shirt-sleeves. his feet on a cheap deal
table, blowing rings from O cigar. He
presented picture OF the greatest ease
and contentment as he occasionally
stroked his short brown beard. OF threw
up his arms and clasped his hands about
his head or caught lazily the smoke
rings. on the table lay an array of
playing cards and poker chips
It's too good 10 last forever" the
lone occupant reflected aloud. sitting a
yawn; and he reached out. with careless
indifference, toward a bundle Of news
papers tied together with a piece Of
Irvine and drew one out and spread i'll
across his knees. He yawned again as
though the thought OF a world whose
affairs were stamped in printers ink
bored him immensely; and then the bold
headlines that shouted at him across
half quarter Of the sheet caused him
TO gasp. and his feet struck the bare
floor OF the cabin resoundingly He now
bent over the paper with the greatest
eagerness. muttering as he read, and
some OF his mutteTings were, II must be
confessed, not without profane embellish-
ment.
TWO cowARDLY GOVERNORS MISSING.
Scandal Affecting Two state Executives
Is the AVp.eweight Case ResronsibIeg
Rumors Of Fatal Duel on State Line.
He read breathlessly the startling story
that followed the headlines. then rose
and ganced anXiously al his watch.
Am / drunk or mad? I must find
Osborne and get out OF this"
he leaped 10 the open door, and gazed
into the forest from a little platform
that commanded all sides of the cabin
And there, 20 his utter amazement. he
in a
ly from the woods They were unmis-
takably soldiers of some sort. for an
officer was giving sharp commands. and
the line opened out Ike a fan along the
creek. The observer Of this maneuver
mopped his head with his handkerchief
as he watched the alert movements OF
the figures in khaki
he was so absorbed that he failed 10
hear stealthy steps at he rear OF the
platform, but he was now rudelv
aroused by two uniformed Youngsters
with S. c. n. G. on their caps. who
sprang upon him and bore him with a
crash TO the puncheon floor.
You're our prisoner" shouted one O
them, rising when he found that the
prisoner yielded without resistance.
What for?" blu-ted the captive. sit
ting up and rubbing his elbow.
For being Bill Appleweight, alias Po-
teet Get up, now, and come with US 10 /
headquarters, or my instructions are to /
break your head"
who In the devil are your painted /
the prisoner.
We'll, II it's anything 10 you. we're
the South Carolina militia so you'd bet /
ter get up and climb"
ITO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW