The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-12-06

1T is that gold-dust that makes
the fortune, not the nuggets"
The trader grinned. He was such
little inoitensiye man, yet he was
typical of the country. Frugal
peaceful, calm at all times, he was
as ready to lie for a halfpenny prof
it as to swindle or even worse, for
a large sum.
Guy slid off the counter borrow
ed match and lit his pipe, and
moved towards the opening of the
tent.
We'll, maybe you shall get a mug
get or two for a change before
leave. There are plenty of EN-
about Montsoia's location. It's an
urtapped field of Kaffil and Fries
land cattle, and, | believe, the rich
est in Bechuanaland.
The Jew came round from behind
the counter rubbing his hands His
eyes sparkled, but there was al
so a look of some doubt in them
He came close up to his compan-
ion.
"Mafeking's an awkward spot to
tackle" he said with a shrewdl up
ward look. It's Elwood's strong.
hold and the militant spirit of that
ID Old missionary is in the mig
gers there
"Verricker's away, and as for the
other"
Guy flicked his fingers. but Joe
shook mis- head.
ooh, there'll be sport | know, Guy
went on, at the others protest; but
that'J make it all the better You
leave it to me-"
He passed out into the sunlight,
and the trader looked after him
Joe Schumann was a considera BILE
student of men, as are all his race.
and presently, when Guy had dis
'ppt"icu dulIuSI thc lluII-ultc Up
posite, he turned back into the OPP
pressive heat of his tent with an
other shake of the head and the
movement expressed profound doubt
Guy spent a restless day. He was
free now to consider only his own
affairs, and his schemes were all
matters of active operation. Such
schemes are not conducive to pa.
thence, hut rather TO a nervous i'm
patience. He had elaborateil every
| detail during the long evenings in
his hut, and was chatting to put
the whole thing in operation. The
sun of his ambition was obscured for
the time by the glowing Cloud of his
passion for Mary. And the lawless-
ness of his purpose kept his nerves
jangling with anticipation, and fired
his desire. However, the first move
was TO be made on the morrow,
and that was close at hand The
strings were in his grasp, and all
that remained was for him to apply
the necessary tension.
Next morning it was with almost
painful relief that, breakfast over,
he saddled one of his horses and
prepared to depart. The time had
hung so heavily on his hands that
now, at last, his relief in action
aroused his spirits to a boisterous
pitch. Before setting out he rode
over towards the store. Halfway
across he met the trader hurrying
to meet him. He was excited, and
waved a piece of white paper in
his hand as he came up.
Il was just coming over to see
YOU" he said, mopplng the perspira-
ton from his brow with a colored
handkerchief. This came late last
night by hand A Kaffir brought it.
But Guy was in no mood to read
letters.
Whats in it?" he asked, wav
ing it away.
Joe looked down at the paper
and then up into his friends face
There was a seriously puzzled ex
preston in his eyes. He was hall
inclined to smile, and at the same
time could not rid himself of a feel
ing that the letter was not exactly
laughing matter.
Its very short" he abserved al
last
"Weu?" Guys impatience to be
off made him curt,
advise Chalmer not to leave
ROOF Grond in any direction buf
Mafeking.'
The little man real out the mes
sage slowly.
Guy reached down and almost
snatched the paper from him. He
ran his eyes over the contents with