Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-04-09
TIRE WAS A
GREAT HOLE
IN THE WALL

A large and very gray old dog
came shambling up the pebbled path
leading to the veranda of Orrin Can
mons country home. With half growl
at the owner, the animal entered the
open door and vanished down the COR
ridor.
Cannon was a new resident of Dew
berry, the little village that he had
motored through the year before, and
that had so inspired him by it's quiet
and it's greenness. This old manse,
with the well-kept lawn and neat paths
and rare shrubbery had appealed to
him, and a chance remark to the one
general merchant of the community
where he had stopped to buy gasoline,
had elected the information that the
place was for sale. An impulsive word
to his lawyer upon reaching Boston,
and the estate was his.
Cannon possessed a fine greyhound.
After the curious dog had entered the
house there came out to the nature
lover the sounds of strenuous battle.
Keno objects to company" laughed
Cannon, as he hurriedly entered the
house.
The aged shepherd dog was out
classed. He was pretty we'll torn by
the furnishing jaws of the 1.-THE Keno
before Cannon could part them.
Strange to say, the old dog showed
no disposition to leave, even after this
chastisement. Calling a servant, Can
non turned over to him the bruised and
mangled canine with instructions to
mend him as we'll as possible before
allowing him to go his way
That afternoon the Bostonian re-
ceived his first visitor-a minister of a
sect OF worship strong in New Eng
land.
Il am the pastor of the local flock, "
prefaced Rev. John Dobbs, land l came
to ask if we are to include you in our
congregation"
Before Cannon could answer, there
came to him again the war-like canine
voices, and rushing into the hall he
dragged the resentful greyhound from
the persistent collie,
81 perceive" came from Rev. John
Dobbs, when the two were again in the
parlor. 81 perceive, sir, that you are
of kindly disposition. Miss Helen
will thank you for your treatment OF
her dog. He is old He forgets that
this place is no longer his home"
"Ah, then he used to belong herei
&c bic rNorcictannnfb
Eyes, he is owned by Miss Helen
When her uncle died, and by some
mischance failed to leave will max
ing her his heiress, his scape-grace
son came into the property, and II
was promptly offered for sale. We are
all positive that Judge Gray wished
Helen to have, at his demise, all of his
earthly possessions, but"
The visit of the minister was fol
lowed within the hour by the arriva
of a very pretty and evidently very
much worried young woman.
"You!" she cried when Orrin Cannon
answered the ring at his door.
Cannon's own dark eyes beamec
recognition.
"You!" he echoed. Helen Darrow
of all people! l can't imagine you as I
resident of this town"
Nevertheless, l am" laughed th'
girl. 1.-THE miracle, to my mind, II
that you are the Cannon who hal
bought my uncles home" A wistfu
look came into her great blue-blacl
eyes. 81 don't know of any one
would rather see here" she finished.
1t was a warm June day. Cannon
had drawn a porch chair forward TO
the girl.
"You should have married me
Helen" said the man. You know
loved you, and-sometimes 1 half be
lieved you loved me-in spite of thu
fact that you sent me away"
Bark, g-r-o-w-l, bark" came from
the hall, and with an impatient ex
PLANTATION Cannon sprang to his fee
and dashed into the hall.
The dogs were fighting again.
While the two previous battles wer,
beyond doubt won by the greyhound
this melee was in favor of the collie
who had throat hold on his enemy
Hitler and yon threshed the com
batants, nor could Cannon get to then
until after they had smashed into 1
heavy umbrella holder and sent !
crashing to the floor.
Then a strange thing happened.
AS the huge affair struck the side o
the tiled wall three feet of this swunj
silently inward on concealed hinge t
reveal a heavy safe.
"Oh!"
The girl, who had followed Cannon
into the hall, gnsped at the revelation
"The hidden safe that uncle told m