Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1911-02-01

{ nanQeU uOMn from EatleT 10 son the
law-abiding instinct of the rulers of
the people He could be careless of
/ the law. He was strong In il. In
his own mind he and the law were
one. His perception of the relations
OF life was so complete that he had
no further use for the written law;
and Farrell Wand's was so limited
that he had never found the use for it.
I L.awless both; but--the two extremes.
They might seem to meet-hut be-
tween those two extremes. between a
I Chatworth and Farrell Wand-why,
there was all the worlds experience
betweenl
She raised her eyes and smiled AZ
him in thinking of it. but the smile
( faltered and she drew away. They
were about to be disturbed Beyond
the rose branches far down the drive
she saw figure moving toward them
at slow. uncertain pace, looking to
and fro, See, there's some one
I coming"
"Oh, the gardener" he said as one
would say "oh, fiddlesticks!"
The gardener had been her first
thought. But now she rose uneasily,
sincV she saw IL was not he, asking
/ herself: who else, at such an
/ hour?"
BY this time Chatworth, still seated.
had caught sight of It. Hello" he
said. what sort of thing is that?"
1t was a short, shabby, nondescript
little figure, snuffling rapidly along
the winding walk between the rose
bushes. Now they saw the top Of his
round black felt hat Now only a
/ twinkling pair of legs. Now, around
the last clump of bushes he appeared
full length. and. suddenly dropping
them at languid walk.
Flora grasped Chatworth's arm in
nervous terror. Tell him to CO." she
whispered; make him go away"
The blue-eyed Chinaman was plant
ed before them stolidly, witt the
| curious blind look OF his guarded eyes
blinking in his withered face. He
wore for the first time the blouse OF
his people. and his ands were folded
in his sleeves.
who's this?" said Chatworth, APP
pealing to Flora.
At this the Chinaman spoke. "Mr
Crew." he croaked.
The Englishman, looking from the
Oriental to Flora, still demanded ex.
plantations with expostulating gesture.
1T is the one who sold us the sap
| phire," she whispered; and "oh. what
does he want of your"
"Eh?" said Chatworth, interrogating
the goldsmith with his monocle.
What do you want?"
The little man finished his long.
and, what had seemed his blind. stare:
then dived into his sleeve He drew
forth a crumpled thing which seemed
| to be a pellet and this he proceeded
! to unfold. Flora crept cautiously for
ward. loath to come near, but curl.
Gus, and saw him spread out and hold
up roughly-torn triangle OF news.
paper. She gave cry at sight of II.
Across the top in thick black type
ran the figures $4,000
Chatworth pointed a stern fore.
finger what is It?" he said, though
\ by HIS tone he knew.
The Chinaman also pointed at Il,
but cautious and apologize. Twenty
thousand dollar. You likee twenty
thousand dollar?" He waited a mo-
ment, Then. with glimmer as OF re-
turning sight. presented the alterna-
! tive. you likee god ?--little joss p
come sou Aad with his finger he
traced in the air curve Of such deli
cate accuracy that the Englishman
with an exclamation made step to-
ward him But the Chinaman did not
move. Twenty thousand dollar" he
/ stated II sounded an impersonal state.
ment. but nevertheless It was quite
| evident this time TO whor- Il applied.
The Englishman measured OF his
words slowly as II to an incomplete
( understanding. which Flora was aware
was all too miraculously quick. This
little god. this ring-do you know
where it is? Can you take me to it,"
The goldsmith nodded emphatically
at each word, but when all was said
he only reiterated, Twenty thousand
dollar"
Chatworth gave Flora an almost
shamefaeed glance, and she saw with
a curious twiLge of jealousy that he
was intensely excited Might as
well have a pot-shot at It" he said;
and sitting down on the edge Of the
fountain and taking out his check
book, rested 1t on his knee and wrote
Then he rose; he held UP the filled-in
slip before the Chinaman's eyes.
Here" he said, twenty thousand
dollars" He held the paper well out
OF the little mans reach. Now" he
challenged. tell me where It is?"
Into the goldsmith's eyes came a
lightning fash Of intelligence. such as
Flora remembered to have seen there
when Farrell Wand, leaning on the
dusty counter, had hidden him go and
bring something pretty. He seemed
to culver a moment in INDIGESTION.
Then he whipped his hand out Of his
sleeve and held it forth palm upward.
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