Graham guardian. [volume] (Safford, Ariz.) 1895-1923, 1911-06-09
Cy Whittaker's
| Place.
500
.I.E,
Place

Self Tor time Win the BeASIey MIRA
ry. which partially filled shelf in the
sitting room
Sitting there. she was a witness OF
the alarming catastrophe on the hl!,-
top and reached the front gate Just in
time to see Henry go gallupins by.
dragging the four wheels and springs
of the suliy. while sprawlCl across
the rear axle and still clinging 10 thu
reins hung u familiar bowling aud
most wlckedly profane Individual OF
the name OF Bangs
The upper part Of the sulky. with
its boxlike curtaincd top. lay on It's
side In the road From somewhere
within the box came gronns and
screams. greeting Phoebe. who ran to
the spot
The painting and alarmed teacher
stopped and peered Into the dark shad
ow between the dashboard and the
back curtain All she could make oui
at first were a pair OF thin ankles and
congress" shoes In agitatc,l motion.
These bobbed mp and down behind the
overturned seat and its displaced cush
lon
'Oh. Mrs. Beasleyr' screamed
Phoebe Are you hurt?"
The rescuer pulled the seat forward
and with an effort tumblcd It clear Of
the curtains Debby raised herself
still higher,
.'Oh" she groaned. Talk about
Land sakes. Who's comm? Men. amt
itY',
She scrambled out Of her prison on
hands and knees and Jumped to her
feet with reassuring alacrity
I'm sight. amt II" she asked
''Haul this bunnet straight, quick's
ever you can"
Miss Dawes. relieved to find that the
accident had no serious consequences
and trying her hardest not to laugh,
assisted the widow to rearrange hcv
wearing apparel. The blacksmith and
his helper came running up the hill.
"IIello, Debby!' hailed the former.
.'What's the matter? Hurt. be you:
Mrs. Beasley, whether she heard o"
not, did not deign to reply.
The blacksmith pointed to his shop
in the hollow. Before it stood Mr..
Bangs, holding Henry by the bride
and staring in their direction.
Hes all right volunteered the
"heiper." 'The horse stopped runnr'
soon's he got to the foot Of the next
hill"
Mrs Beasley was not apparently
oyerjoyed ut the news.
"Humphm she grunted 81 niost
wish he'd broke his neck. Pesky. care
less thing, gettin' us run away with
and upset! Who's goin to pay for
Akin my sulky, want to know
."AIr. Bangs will pay for it, I'm sure"
said Phoebe soothingly. If he doesn't
| will Oh. Mrs. Bcaslcy, did You find
the diary?'
'Diary? No, no! ! told YOU was
afraid I'll burnt It ap: Weli, ! bad.
and q whole lot more of them old anes.
hut did get all them Arizona papers
and took the tfonble to tote en- all the
way here SOS you could look Mt EN-.
And nOw"--she shook with Indignation
and waved her hand toward n section
Of horizon where little white dots In
dicated the whereabouts Of the Cou-
riers-'now look where they be!
Bowed from Dan to Beersheby! Come
on to the house and let me set down.
/ been standin' on my head till I'm
tired. Here, Jabez." TO the blacksmith,
"you tend to that carriage. will you"
She stalked of down the hill.
Phoebe was downcast and disap-
pointed. She was convinced In her
own mind that the Honorable Atkins
had some hidden motive for his es-
pousal Of the Thomas cause. Asaph's
fruitless quest IN Orham had not
shaken her faith. Captain Cy had re-
fused to seek Debby Beasley for infor-
nation concerning the Thayers, and SO
she, on her own responsibility, had
done so. And this was the ridiculous
ending OF her journey. The diary had
been forlorn hope. Now that was
burned, Poor Bos'n and poor some
one else!
pebby, marching down the hill, con-
tinued to sputter about the lost week
lies.
"It's an everlastin' shame!'' she de-
clarcd. '.I'd just found the one with
that advertisement in 1t and was read
in It. I remember the part read.
plain as could be. While were eatin
dinner I'll tell you about It,"
But Miss Dawes did not care for
dinner. Like Mr.. Tidditt and the cap
tain, she had had about all the Debby
Beasley she wanted.
"Ycs, yes, you will stop, too" affirm
ed the widow. Il want to tell you
more about BlaZet0n. I can see that
advertisement this minute right afore
my eyes--'Information wanted Of my
husband, Edward Higgins; five foot
eight inches tall. sandy complicated,
brown hair and yellowish mustache;
not lame, but has peculiar slight
limp with his left foot"
"what?" asked the schoolmistress,
stopping short. s
"Hcy? Has peculiar limp with his
left foot remember how Desire
used to talk about that limp. She said
twas almost as IL he suffered with
his leg. He hurt 1t when he was up
In Montana and
"Oh" cried Miss Dawes. The color
had left her face.
Eyes. You see, he used to be miner
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