The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1910-08-06

launch a thunderbolt II he would DIS
turb a self-possession SO complete
| tranquility as sweet as the fading
/ afternoon
Mr.. Ardmore. dislike to do 1t. but
your amazing conduct makes it nee
| essary for me to disclose my identity. "
embarrassment
Il knew it: l knew it," nodded Ard
more. folding his arms across his
chest You're either the king of Siam
| or the prince of Petosky. AS either,
salute you"
| mo-" roared the captive, beating
impotently against the door OF the
cage with his hands. NO. I'm the
governor of South Carolina"
This statement failed, however. TO
| produce the slightest effect on Mr..
! Ardmore. who only smiled slightly a
| smile less incredulous than disdainful.
oh. pshaw; that's nothing" he re-
| piled I'm the governor of North Caro-
lima" and mounting his horse he
gravely lifted his hat to the prisoner
and galloped away.
While Mr. Ardmore was securing
| his prisoner in the corn-crib it may be
| interesting to return for a moment to
the haunted log cabin on Raccoon
creek. the interior of which was
roughly but comfortably furnished
| Above We're two small sleeping rooms,
| and beside the bed in each stood a
suitcase and handsatchel. In each
room hung, on convenient hooks.
| V,n IL vnntr x,f
sers of light cloth, and a broad-brim
| black felt hat. Coat, trousers and hat
We're exactly alike.
In the room below sat man in his
shirt-sleeves. his feet on a cheap deal
| table, blowing rings from cigar He
| presented picture of the greatest
| ease and contentment. as he occasion
| ally stroked his short brown beard,
or threw up his arms and clasped his
hands about his head or caught lazily
at the smoke rings. On the table lay
an array of playing cards and poker
chips
It's too good to last forever the
lone occupant reflected aloud, sitting
| yawn and he reached out. with
careless Indifference, toward a bun
| die of newspapers tied together with
piece of twine and drew one out
and spread it across his knees. He
| yawned again as though the thought
of world whose affairs were
stamped in printers ink bored him i'm.
mensely; and then the bold headlines
| that shouted at him across hall a
| quarter of the sheet caused him to
! gasp, and his feet struck the bare
floor of the cabin resoundingly. He
now bent over the paper with the
greatest eagerness. muttering as he
read, and some of his mutterings
were, it must be confessed, not with
out profane establishment.
| TWO COWARDLY GOVERNORS
MISSING
Scandal Affecting Two State Execu.
| tives-Is the Appleweight Case Re.
| sponsible ?-Rumors OF Fatal Duel
on State Line
He read breathlessly the startling
story that followed the head lines.
then rose and glanced anxiously at his
| watch
Am | drunk or mad2 | must find
Osborne and get out of this
He leaped to the open door, and
| gazed into the forest from a little
platform that commanded all sides Of
the cabin. And there. to his utter
amazement. he saw men in Khaki
emerging cautiously from the woods
They were unmistakably soldiers of
some sort, for an officer was giving
| sharp commands, and the line opened
out like a fan along the creek The
observer of this maneuver mopped his
head with his handkerchief as he
watched the alert movements of the
figures in khaki
He was so absorbed that he failed
to hear stealthy steps at the rear of
the platform. but he was now rudely
aroused by two uniformed youngsters
| with S. c. y. G. on their caps who
sprang upon him and bore him with
a crash to the puncheon floor.
You're our prisoner" shouted one
OF them, rising when he found that
the prisoner yielded without resist
| ance
What foro" blurted the captive,
sitting up and rubbing his elbow.
For being Bill Appleweight, alias
Poteet. Get up, now, and come with
us to headquarters. or my Instructions
are to break your head"
Who in the devil are you?" painted
the prisoner.
We'll. if it's anything to you we're
the South Carolina militia. so you'd
better get up and climb