The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1909-05-31
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CHAPTER TX (Continued)

newsboy there, spread 1t out on a
desk within, and, running his
finger baly down the column
prescribed, whose caption was
Automobiles, Etc." found adver-
tisement twenty-five as follows:
For Sale-Cadillac, Model O.,
'06, two seated, with hood. Inper-
feet running order. $3.50. Apply
1895, Telegram"
With these words firmly fixed
in his memory he made for the
phone at speed and called up
O'Ferral But the correspondent
was not at home, and neither twas
he, to be heard of at the editorial
Offices of the paper on whose STAFF
he served. Quaintance therefore
sat down to compose reply to
the advertisement. It was diff
cult to convey neither too much
nor too little, with the grave risk
hanging over his head that some
other purchaser might anticipate
him, that the advertiser might
even ignore his communication.
But he finally solved the problem
Of what to say, what to leave UNI
said, had a special messenger
take the resultant epistle by hand
to its destination rather than trust
the mails, and went off much
elated to dine with Cornoyer az
Rector's, whom he surprised by
his hitherto unsupported fund Of
good fellowship.
Later in the evening he again
called up O'Ferrals rooms, and
this time II was the correspondent
himself who answered the phone.
lilo, Steve,' said he. Get my
messenger"
II did. I've sent in an answer
already. How did you happen
across the ADJ"
O'Ferral laughed.
Faculty of observation again, I
suppose" came the CHEEKY reply.
slope you'll have luck with it,
Steve. I'm only sorry l can't do
better than that to help you. I'm
Off tomorrow"
1.-The devil you are!" A long
pause. when d'you think you'll
be back?"
"No idea at all. Wish l had!
And, say, Steve. Don't tell any
sone that I'm out of town. No, not
even Cornoyer. Keep an eye on
him for me. He's not bad SORT
when you know him. Must ring
OF now. Goodbye, Steve"
j Goodbye, old chap, and the
best of luck. Let me know here
when you return"
Right"
Quaintance hung up the re-
ceiver sorrowfully. He would be
still more lonely without O'Ferral,
and of late the feeling of loneliness
had grown upon him. He was no
longer quietly content with the
company of an unknown multitude.
His view in that respect had un'
dergone a notable change since the
afternoon on which he had first
walked up Fifth avenue on his re-
turn from exile. For two more
long days he secured the country
without avail, and waited. with all
the patience which he could mus
ter, an answer to his modest re-
quest that the owner of the Cadil-
lac advertised for sale would not
on any account part with 1t before
affording him an opportunity of
inspection.
Returning from a very dusty pill
grimage on the second of these.
fortune favored him with little
encouragement, trifiing enough but
none the less to be accepted
thankfully, in the shape of a bust
ness-like note to say that +. Smith
would be glad to show him the
Cadillac car any afternoon he
might care to call. The address
given was near Stormport, Long
lSlanu, ana tneTe were lull ulreC'
tions for reaching 1t.
He opened his map and picked
out Stormport among the tiny vii
lagos on the north shore of Pc
comic bay. Then he looked at the
letter again and frowned as he
studied the grabbed handwriting,
which might have been either
mans or woman's. on the sheet Of
cheap notepaper. On the whole,
he was much inclined to doubt
whether the car would be what he
wanted. But, at the same time,
he meant to see both It and F..
Smith. He would not let any
chance, however remote. escape
him.
He set forth for Stormport early
next morning, and made such
speed on his journey that he came
neaE,to Involving himself with the
lawfMrauthorities on that score be-
fore he had come to the more
open roads where there were no
plain-clothes policemen.
He had perfect day for his
expedition A cool sea-breeze was
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