The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-15
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foundedly odd of him to remove
to his plantation. nowl Mechani-
. cal reasons, Ell, Mr.. Waddy2"
81 guess So" said Mr.. Waddy:
IAN O. course you don't know
where the plantation Is, an well
have to wait some morei Hey?'
"Papa!"
Don't know?" said Craighead
"Don't know? Well. wait till
morning. Steamer up Fish River
at nine-plantation at noon-lona
chase over. l fear one thing
only: that he has completed the
aeronef. and flown north to keer
his tryst on the front lawn. Thai
would amount to something like
a complete joke, wouldn't it,"
HUH" grunted Waddy. Don,
worry; you bet he amt flew
none"
If Craighead's easy flow OF
speech was somewhat impeded by
his sense of the uncertainties, not
to say dangers, of his position, il
was worse when they returned
from the plantation, having elicit
ed from the reluctant Chloe the
Information that Mr.. Theodore, his
machine, his niece. and his niece's
companion. were at Harrod's
camp on the beach, which was "oft
WATERWAY" They jist went down
the river, through canal, across
some land, and then they were
thar. She didn't know about nc
aeronef, but Mr.. Theodo' was
a-protickin' around with some fly.
1n-machine. She reckoned the
canal at Palmetto Beach was tbs
one; but she didn't know. This
Information. Mr.. Craighead de.
clared, made everything clear; but
on returning to the Inn, Mr.. Wad.
dy hired a local officer to guard
Mr.. Graighead'' room, and began
taxing thought Of having a war
rant issued against him for some.
thing-Mr. Waddy was not quite
clear Tor what,
Craighead was trapped, lost
betrayed. He sat in his room
chewing a cigar, and CALCULATING
the distance to the ground. II look.
ed feasible to get down a pillar
OF the veranda and into the woods
carson was an imposter, they we're
guilty Of fraud. there was mo
aeronef, and the Air Products
company would collapse at Mr..
W"ddys detection. Life misn, he
sustained on shell-fish alongsbora
though the herm.t-crabs were not
tempting. Lifting the sash softly
ne put out a foot, determined IN
run for 1t. His bluff had been
called. and he had no cards. He
mad put too much realism into his
description of things down here
nothing was to be gained by await
ing arrest. The world was wide
The weather was warm. His foot
touched the roof, when
Tfng-a-ling-ting -ting-g-g-g,
His telephone rang. Was his
good angel on the wire? She was.
is this you, Mr.. Craighead?
You know who this Tsp"
Know these tones? ?" he gusbed
why. were In deepest hades.
through geological depths of burn
ing mari and Ignite, and other
carboniferous deposits, I'd know
them! What is 1t. fair one?"
"Oh, nothing! Only have ;ust
learned at the postoffice that Mr..
Carson is back a few miles.
through a canal and a lagoon and
winding passages; and the man
VIII get us a guide with a boat to
take us through those narrows In
the morning. Is that all right
or nave 1 made mess of 1t as a
woman always does?"
You are-my God, Caroline,
you have saved me from you know
not what! shall love you, love
you, love you"
And the telephone was hung IN.
Morning saw Craighead himself
again: so much so that he lectured
Mr.. Waddy on the old kitchenmid-
den shell banks.
These piles of Shells" said he.
"are neither Indian remains, in the
ordinary significance of the term
Indian, nor Aztec, in the proper
sense of that. / have made a spe-
cialty of these things. They
are"
"The boat is waitin' suh." said
the man with the launch.
They went through the canal In
great style, Craighead descanting
on the influences of canals In gem
eral. and this one especially. It
was Craighead who leaped out,
pushed the launch through a tight
squeeze in the narrows, and leap
ed in like track-meet man, filled
Mrs. Graybill's lap with lilies, and
tried unsuccessfully to engage her
in conversatfon-she being unusu-
ally pensive. He was the life of
the party once more. Fate smiled;
the cards again ran his way, and
all was well-save for the Graybill
pensiveness. Perhaps his declara-
ton over the wire-but pshaw!
She had saved him. and the logic
Of their lives was plain.
They skinned the black waters
OF Freshwater Lake. and landed at
the shelly hummoek. While the
boatman searched for the path to
the Gulf Beach. they sat on the
she'll mound. fascinated by the
strange landscape. The expanse
of black pools and reedy marshes