Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1912-05-30
By MAX BERTON
(Copyright. by w. G. Chapman.)
Of White Creek

father, who promised to call upon me
the next day concerning White Creek
treasure, said Good night" to her.
She gave me a glance which was
more enhancing than any word; and
although she had the habit OF look
ing at a man rs though she were dy-
ing for love of him, carried 1t away
with me foolishly into the street, when
the dawn had broken with summer
haze, and an exalting sweetness was
in the air.
At Lancaster Gate paused mo-
ment, leaning upon the iron rail OF the
drive to look back at the London
veldt fresh to luxuriance in the dew
showers which gave many colors in
the play of sunlight. The scene was
fresh enough, beautiful as many OF
the city's scenes are beautiful, but
! had scarce time to enjoy when | saw
the Oxford youth who had last danced
with Margaret Klein coming striding
over the grass.
"I've had sharp run to catch you,"
said he, for this Internal dancing
takes it out of you when you're not
used to 1t. wanted word with you
particularly before this thing goes
any further. Do you know anything
Of these people?'
why" said |, 81 might ask you that
question, since you made yourself so
much at home there; don't you know
them?"
mo, I'm hanged II do" said he;
"but, If I'm not mistaken. shall be on
very good terms with them before the
seasons out. You haven't sold them
any jewels, have your"
This was such an extraordinary
question that l turned upon him with
an angry reply upon my lips; but the
word changed to one Of amazement
when / saw his face closely in the full
sunlight. It was no longer the face
Of an Oxford boy, but Of man Of my
own age at the least.
"Whew!" remarked, as l looked
full at him, you've made rather a
quick change, haven't you!
TITS the running" he replied, mop
ping himself with handkerchief, and
leaving his countenance like a half
washed chess-board, we're in for an
other six hours stew, and my phiz is
plastic-Td better be moving on, lest
/ meet any Of my partners; l might
break some hearts, you know; but
what I wanted to say, was, Don't go
making fool Of yourself. Mr.. Sutton,
over that little witch with the black
eyes, and don't, IL you love your life,
put yourself for a moment in the pow
er of her long-tongued father"
This utterly surprising rejoinder
was given without suspicion OF con-
Germ or bombast. Many people would
have resented 1t as an impertinence,
and a dishonorable SANDER upon one
whose hospitality we had just en-
joyed; but had not been dealer
in jewels for ten years without learn
ing to recognize instantly the PRO
fessional" tongue; and knew that I
was talking to q man from Scotland
Yard.
"Are you sure that you are making
no mistaken" asked, as he buttoned
| up his coat and looked about for a
hanson. "You gentlemen have been
wofully out lately; l can't forget that
one OF you cautioned me against
Count Hevilick three months ago, and
| II I'd listened to him / should be
worth five thousand less than / am at
this moment. If this man is what you
think, he's managed to blind a good
many big people-and his own embas-
sy into the bargain"
He thought for some minutes before
he answered me, standing with his
hands in his pockets and his cigar
pointing upwards from the extreme
corner Of his mouth.
"Well," he said, exhaling tremendous
clouds of smoke, what l know
know; and what / don't know my wits
will find out for me. ! gave you the
tip because you've done me-though
you don't know ia good many ser
vices; but whether you take 1t or
leave It, that's your look out. Only,
and this is my last word, don't come
complaining to me II the witch walks
OF with your goods-and don't write
to the Times II her father cracks your
skull"
He had turned on his heel before
could utter another word; and he left
me to walk slowly and thoughtfully
to Bayswater, divided In my musings
between the vision Of the Gillian girls
beauty and the jewels Of mine which
she wore; but for which her father
had not paid.
went home in this mood, but not
TO sleep. A feverish dreaming-chief'
ly of a seductive girl with black-brown
wavy hair and black eyes that
searched and fascinated with an in
applicable spell-served me for rest;
and at II o'clock / was at my once
and the Gillian was with me. He was
q man Of fine presence, long black
beard falling upon his ample chest
and a certain refinement Of carriage
! end hearing giving him n dignity which