The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1909-01-07

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changed your
"SomcDOdVs going TO NINA ABOUT the
prison before this bill for some
matters ended" reason h 4 t
won't bear the light And | warn you
TO 20 carefully. Somebody's going to
prison before this matters ended"
I'm not anSwerable 10 any one but
nv constituents" said Roberts, with a
pitiful attempt at cold dignity, land
they
And they shall demand an answer
from YOU warned Bennett. "I'll see
to it that they do. Now. You can go if
you want to-" turning his back OH the
confused Roberts, who eagerly took the
opportunity TO escape.
I'm afraid friend Roberts amt
havin' the happiest time of-his life to-
night" remarked Phelan, g-hg to the
doorway and lookin after the depart
ing alderman. "Tho : not much OF
what the poet geezer calls 'whoop up
the dance, fer JOY lie unrefined' about
him. Poor fool. He never was cut
out to be a crook He makes punk
Job of it in spite Of the trimmiri~Saor-
rigan's dec'rated him with. II H't
the sense to be crooked withoe->1ldkin'
monkey of myself, I'm blest if |
don't believe I'd II honest Hey!
II res couple Of fo.AS, though, that's
| tettin' more fun out Of the ball than
ever I had at dog fght"'
AS he spoke Perry Wainwright pilot
ed Cynthia in from the conservatory
at top speed, his jolly young face alight
with a Joy that reflected itself in Miss
! Garrison's own very flushed counte-
nance.
."Alwyn," shouted young Wainwright,
not seeing Phelan in his excitement,
guess what's happened! I'll give you
three guesses and''-
and | can't possibly guess if you
gave me a thousand" retorted Ben
nett, with vast gravity, 80 l won't
try. I'll just congratulate you with all
my heart, old chap, and wish Miss Car
rison every happiness that
Gee, How'd you know? We haven't
told a soul. 1t only happened about
four minutes ago. was telling Gym
thia what daisy little girl she was,
and she said she thought was pretty
nice, too, and so got brave and said,
Then why don't you'"-
Perry reproved Cynthia sternly,
jerking his arm to show that Phelan as
we'll as Alwyn was recipient Of the
highly intimate tidings.
ooh. don't mind me, children" put
in Phelan. I'm used to It. was
young myself once. so I've been told,
though l don't clearly remember it my
self. Can butt in with line Of con-
gratulations"
He extended his big hand with an
honest cordiality that quite won Gym
thia.
Thanks. alderman" grinned Perry
effusively. Now, Alwyp, we've got to
60 and break 1t to your mother If we
can find her. Come along and back US
up"
Dragging Bennett between them. the
two youngsters started off on their
quest Phelan was about to return to
his beloved bar when he was checked
by seeing in the opposite doorway a
man who stood as though petrifed
watching Cynthia Garrison's departing
form. The intruder was about to with
draw when Phelan hailed him.
Good evening"" called the Alderman.
"Good evening, SIR" said the new
conner respectfully, pausing on the point
Of leaving the foyer.
"I'ye met you before, 1 think" went
on Phelan.
"Some days ago in the mayors Of
| fice," assented the other. 'T am Thomp-
son, Mr.. Wainwright's private secre-
tary."
'I'm Alderman Phelan Of the Eighth,
and I've seen you before We met at his
honor's."
$50 you said then, sir. But you were
mistaken. Good evening"
He turned again toward the door,
but Phelan resumed, without seeking
to stop him:
"a mistake, was It? I'm not a man
who makes many mistakes, Mr.. Gar
rison."
The retreating secretary halted as
though struck.
"That is another mistake, Sir" ne
said in a muffled voice. my name IS
Thompson"
as it, thought" inquired Phelan in
nocentiy. 'Its queer how l could get
mixed up so. When 1 was chief of. po-
lice there was a bank president named
Garrison who shot himself after bein'
swindled an whipsawed by financier
who was his dearest friend. He left a
little daughter, Miss Cynthia, who you
was lookin' at so keen just now, an a
son, who disappeared. That was nine
-z.r, oro on, only cow the how once,