Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1911-06-13

worn, for the words had stung him tt
the quick. Twice within the past hour
he had sent request for an interview
to Adele. and us vet she had made nc
answer. This. then, was the explana
ton. Evidently he was deemed toe
unclean a thing even to look upon. He
did not greatly wonder. for he could
never efface the memory Of her horri
fed look and cry when the mask had
fallen and the bad prince stood reveal.
ed. After all. the penalty for his re.
manning had been UNNECESSARILY great.
err than he had anticipated.
Meanwhile Aaron had bent over the
portmanteau, which still lay open upon
chair as Judge Pleydell had left it.
In searching for Colonel Moreau's Der
ringer the contents of the suit case
had been somewhat dsarranged. and
the methodical Aaron now withdrew
badly crumpled coat, intending to
fold it neatly before replacing It, AS
he did SO red morocco box fell from
one of the pockets. Aaron. about to
return it. suddenly started and held it
under the light Of an adjacent lamp.
for the Inscription on the lid which
had arrested his attention was: MAR
garet Randall to her husband. John
Randall"
margaret Randall-that was Adele's
mother" he exclaimed in wonder.
"What is that?" asked NJ. Veaudry.
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er's interest.
Something. that fell from Colonel
Moreau's portmanteau." replied Aaron.
opening the box and examining its con-
tents. "You see. It is the miniature Of
Adele's mother that that gambler won
the night he won the plantation" nod
ding to the balcony where Kirby could
be heard pacing back and forth. You
know he got even my poor Cousins
Jewels. This is set with diamonds.
Look-half Of them are gone"
ITO the pawnshop. eh?" ventured
NJ. Veaudry. Yet you found it in
Colonel Moreau's portmanteau? 1t is
very strange. How has it come there?"
mo one knows but Colonel Moreau,
and he can't answer anything now"
said Aaron solemnly. you better give
this box to Tom
Like his older brother. the General
has proved an unwilling participant in
Judge Pleydell's maneuver. The child
strongly disapproved Of the idea. for
he was now summarily hauled out Of
bed and forced to exchange the known
comforts Of that article for the doubt
full accommodations Of the drawing
room sofa.
"What for do they make me get up
in the middle of the night?' he sleepi-
ly demanded us Group made up the
bed in the now deserted
room. "What for do they dress mo
again?"
"Yo's gwine to ledge Pleydell's plan.
tation, honey" patiently explained the
old servant for the tenth time "Dey
go'n' pack up all yo' III clothes an
all dem toys yo' had when yo' was q
baby. Dey amt gwine to 'sturb yo'
SO much hyah."
But l don't want to go to Judge
Pleydelrs plantation peevishly pro-
tested the child. aren't we ever
coming back here to live again."
Nom, don't hardly spect SO, IT.
Yo' KANT stay no mo- hyah.
honey. an ole Group KANT go nowah
VIII yo' all's no mo-. Ole niggah got
n new marse now. Yo' must sleep.
honey. l wake yo' when dey ready,
liz marse. Hesh, honey, hesh" And
Group lightly tiptoed from the room US
the General nodded drowsily and then
closed his weary eyes.
And thus Kirby found him. AS II
Of the others gaze. the boy
Instantly awOke with start and sat
bolt upright. throwing off his impromp-
tn covers.
1--WE got to have a talk with you,"
he said gravely. mo; l won't go to