The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1912-11-01

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iland's mama. BeatIix signed tie deed.
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md amxed his seal IN proper form
GILBERT Williams wrote out q check
On the Iufoorters' Bank Of Commerce
for twenty thousand dollars. We asoer-
tanned BY telephone to the cashier
1t his residence that the check was
good. Williams then folded his deed.
put It in his pocket and departed with
the notary. The whole matter had
taken less than twenty minutes to hrtng
to a close
Randolph Mason inquired at what
hour Lieutenant Gordon Smith would
arrive. and was told that he would be
at the house at half-past ten Direct
the agent OF the Export Spruce COM
many to be here at that hour, he
said. Then he sat down Ia the oak
chair before the 6re.
We were all greatly puzzled We
did not see why this second purchaser
should be invited to come. Beatrix
Smith had nothing moro to sen. The
transaction seemed to Us to have ar
rived at its final act the curtain down
and the Rg1lLS OUT
Sarah LeIuarr came down to the hall
and peeped through the door at Ma
son. where he sat motionless, his
right elbow on the twisted am OF the
rrotasduesy carved chair, his cleRched
fingers prCpping up his Jaw.
80 CourtlandtI" she whispered, "he
"a snIendfd! think Lancelot must
have looked like that when he sat
, In Ar+hur's doubIe-draGoned chair to
umpire the last tournament. Just
fancy with. what freezing, acid irony
he would have said, Hast thou won?
art thou the purest brother2' to such
an unconscionabIe rake as Tristan"
Then she swore Beatrix to obedience
and slipped back up the great stair
way.
A few minutes after ten O'Clock.
lieutenant Gordon smith arrived. and,
little later, the agent OF the Export
Spruce company. Mason arose when
/ this agent entered. and explained, as
he had done to Gilbert Williams, that
| Mrs. Smith was about to sail for Eng
land, and had decided to sell her land.
! She would take twenty thousand dol
lars in cash for it, the deed to be exc
cuted and the money to be paid down
| The agent agreed at once and pro
duced his deed. He was prepared as
Williams was Mason directed Beatrix
| Smith and her husband to execute the
deed. I had no end OF trouble with
Beatrfc in the hall this time. She
! did not want to make another deed;
I she had sold her land; she would not
rob the Export Spruce company. It
1 was not the company that had stolen
her land: Mr. Mason had clearly got
ten the two companies confused He
was making an awful blunder. I must
call him out and set him right about
Instead, I called Sarah Lemarr. She
! berated Beatrix like pirate. Disobey
Randolph Mason? the thing was I'M
| thinkabIe! Make mistake? not that
big. fine, bronze god brooding by his
sacred fire. "Why, girl she said, st
would shoot every one Of you in your
! tracks II that man told me to do it
! He is adorable. I could follow him
around like dog and bite people II
he whistled to me. Not another word
out OF you, or will come down with
the dog-wbip." And she shook her
little cIenched hand over the banfs-
tiers.
Finally we got the matter over.
! Beatrix and her husband executed the
Edeed. I got a notary from the Plaza.
! The agent gave certified drafts on
! Dexter & Company for the twenty
thousand dollars, and, like Gilbert
Williams, folded his deed and depart
ed.
Beatrix Smith bearded the lion with
eyes swimming in tears ''NIr. Ma
son." she said, you have made a ter
rible mistake The Export Spruce
! company is not the one who stole my
| land. I cannot take its money; it
will not get the property" And she
I went on with torrent of lamentation-
Madam" said Mason. rising. all
this is drfveI- I have made no mistake.
The Export Spruce company will get
every acre that it has this night pur-
| chased Then he directed Beatrix to
cash the checks at the earliest hour in
the morning and sail at once for Eng
land
When we went down the steps to
/ his carriage. Sarah Lemarr slipped out
/ from behind the door and caught my
! arm. 'T shall see to IT. she whis-
pered. They shall sail on the st. Paul
at eleven O'Clock" Then she gripped
me until her nails hurt through my
sleeve. "Oh, Courtlandt," she said. IT
! have at last seen a mani" and she
closed the big door behind me.
The solution OF the matter arrived a
month later. I was taking a hasty
Freddie HaTland of the firm Of Milton,
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