The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1912-08-15

maSther'S compliments and he'd like
worrG wid yees before ye're gone en-
tiraly. Ard What's this? szshe wid
fine show CT surprise--the dayceyt-
ful huzzy,-thCugh I'm watchin' her
and thiukin she was frightened about
somethin', from the white turn av the
face ay her. Sz'she: "TiS in the
d!vyle's own hurry l an The minute
Or words to the same iffict Szshe:
And phwat will he be wantin' av me"
\ MCmiLtS conversation wid ye,'
sZI And 81 she: I've no time. Let
ne pass. III be doing, szI, 'nawthin'
like th0t, for be now I'M thinkin'
there's sOmethiI' deeper Dehint her
fuster and furry Thin mere desire
TO blk ye-2'rLaps twas this thing in
too-ishum I've heard ye mintion. And
the next mint In sure av III, for she
goes white as snow in the face and
TIE eyes of her begins 10 burn like
cold grare fire and she screams 10 Ce-
Gle for help and is aither whipping
out a SaL TO blow me OUT av her
way wiG; but It's sesilf thOt's be way
av beia too quick for her and takin'
the pistol away; and be the mercy ap
the Saints Misthec Dravos hears the
shindy and hops down just in time TO
snatch another gun out OF the hand av
that same Ceci!e, and he grabs the
gurl and turns her into Stateroom
and shuts the duce on her and
And" interrupted O'Rcurke in
black rage, rising and turning back his
sleeves-"And now I'm going to give
ye the father and mother Of all
thrashings. We insolent puppy. How
dare We lay hands on lady"
''Ow. murther." chartered the boy,
leapi2g away BE aisy. yer honor,
and hear me out, for It's thin yell not
( be b!amin' me. but If ye do III take
the batin widout word sor'
Very we'll" assented O'Rourke om-
inously But be quick about it, for
I'm mistrustful OF ye altogether. Get
on, ye whelp."
Danny placed the table between
them with considerable expedition.
"Aw, listhen now," he pleaded. While
Misther Dravos was 'tend.n' TO Cecile,
this Missis Prynne was scrappin' like
a wildcat, scratching and bitin', and
It's all | can do 10 kape her by wrap
pin me arms tight about her and hold
in her so, and I'm maxim a grab at
her waist whin be accident like what
DO l catch hold av but something un-
1ernathe as big as hin's egg-a
stone she's carryin' round her neck.
the same as yer honor did wild the
! Pool as Flame; and be the feel av vi
ut's the same entirely; and thin I'm
sure 'tis the same and thot some soul
duggery's be way av havin' been put
upon ye."
What the divvle."
Wan momint more Now
In fightin' wild me the collar av her
waist has come unfastened and me-
self can see the string av ribbon that's
holding the thing there. So l sez to
mesilf, sz'I, IT'S strange enough to
bear iuvestigatin',' sz'I, an I'll be
takin' a chanst at this if the masther
do be afther fayin' me alive. So I
! calls Misther Dravos and gets him to
| hould her fast while I takes out me
knife and cuts thot ribbon and pulls
the thing out widout any immodesty
whatever; and there on thot ribbon is
a chamois-case, all sewed up, and I'm
rippin' it open an f1nding-this!"
"God in Heaven" cried O'Rourke,
stupefied and agape: for Danny, hav-
ing worked up to his climax, had dra-
matically whipped from his pocket and
cast upon the table between them the
Pool of Flame.
He looked up, blind to the glee and
triumph in Danny's face.
How did ye come be this?" he de-
manded, speaking slowly and steadily,
as one who, having drunk more than
enough, listen to his own enunciation
to detect in it the slur that liquor
brings 81 mean-I mean-how could
We have taken this from the woman
when it lay all the time at the bottom
Of the sea--siX hundred miles and
more behind us?"
ASK Misther Dravos If ye do not
behave me, sor. How would be hav-
in it at all, widout l got 1t like I've
told ye9 'Tis the real Pool of
Flame ye're handlin; that's sure.
T'other one-the stone the serang
flung into the say, sor, was counter
felt"
How do ye know that?"
'Aisly enough, yer honor; be putin
the maid Cecile on the witness stand.
Twas this way: TUX the stone from
Missus Prynne and Misther Dravos
and mesilf locked her in her cabin.
Thin afther talkin' things over We let
Cecile out and be dint av threats and
persuashiors, got her to tell what she
knew"
Go on"
She sez thot Frinchman ye kilt
hack tharo In AlpierS sor Is at the