The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-05-27
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Copyright l909. by American Pres.
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 "I never heaiu none of the folks around Kokomo speak of your pa as fine fiower,' but we thought heap of him, and when he married your ma he was glad to get her@and l never heard that ne asked for any settle ment. When she took him he was poor man, but if he'd had $75O,OOO I'll bet he'd "a given it for her."
 Horace turned short about and re- tired from the scene. It was evidently impossible to argue with this plebeian. As he went toward the gates he met Almeric and Lady Creech and inform ed them eloquently of the i'll success of his attempt to reason with the law yer. Then he went out again to the cliff.
 Almeric accompanied him a few steps and then turned off to the will lage, for he said he simply must take another look at that pup. And Lady Creech announced that she intended to have forty winks' in her own room. Five minutes later Daniel, look Ing up from a superb rendition of Dolly Gray," saw her glaring at him from her window.
 Then came the Herr von Grollerha- gen from the hotel. He was the same calm, imperturbable individual as ever, and he smoked with the languid aban- don of a man born to ease. He ap- preached Daniel with a smile.
 You make progress, my friend? ?" he asked, and Daniel smiled at him.
 '-Your machines like a good many people, doc. It's got sand in its gear box"
 At that moment Mariana hastened out and fumbled nervously with the lock on the big gates Won Groller- hagen turned instantly.
 ''You are locking us 1n," he said.
 "'No. herr," replied the servant; "I lock some one out-that bandit who have not been captured. The carabi- nieri warn all to lock the gates for an hour. Soon they will capture that wicked one. Msieu, this convict is a Russian"
 With a keen glance, Won Grollerha- gen waved the man aside. Daniel smiled.
 They've got two companies of the tin soldiers. Out my way the town marshal would have had him yester- day."
 My friend, you are teaching me to respect your country, not by what you brag, but by what you do."
 Flows thatY' asked Pike.
 'T see how a son of that great de- mocracy can apply himself to a dirty machine while his eyes are full of visions of one of its beautiful daugh- ters.''
 Doc, there's sand in your gear boxw Then he looked up. 'Now, you go down to the kitchen and make signs for some of the help to give you a bunch of nice clean rags"
 For an instant the German drew himself up haughtily.
 What is it you ask me to dor'
 Get me some more rags" said Dan- iel quietly, and Von Grollerhagen bow ed low.
 'T'd go myself, but it wouldn't be safe to leave the machine"
 "You fear this famous bandit would steal itY' laughed the German.
 "No; there's parties around here might think it was settlement"
 My friend" Won Grollerhagen said gravely, "I do not understand"
 That's where we are in the same fix, doc," said Pike. with chuckle, and bent over the machine again, while Won Grollerhagen departed on his mission.
 While Pike worked he thought, and the thoughts finally arrived at the point where he saw that all he had to do to save the girl he had come so far to see was to sit tight on his re- fusal. He had accurately gauged the noble earl and his interesting son and sister-in-law, and he knew. that it was a thousand to one that they would not agree to a marriage if there was no money in sight.
 They'll make more'n one bid for old Simpsons money" he assured himself and then looked up quickly, for the leaves on the pergola were rustling in way that no wind should have caused.
 As he looked the figure of a man ap- peared over the top of the vines and a pale face looked into his with inn ploring eyes. Pike looked at him calm ly and knew at once that this was the man the carabinieri were pursuing.
 "Est ce que vous etes un homme, de bon occur? Je ne suis pas coupable!" C.Are you a kind hearted man? I am not guilty') he began, when Pike cut him off with a shake of the head.
 "There ain't any use in the world your talking to me like that" he said mournfully. and the refugees eyes gleamed with hope.
 "You are an American?" he said, making preparations to descend.
 "They haven't made anything else out of me-" answered Daniel, and the refugee climbed down and leaned weakly against the car.
 eff you give me up I shall not be taken alive! I have no weapon, but I shall find a way to cut my throatv'
 Are you the bandit they're looking