Evening star., 1913-11-23

ten years ago. The timber on that amt
worth six bits!'
1--WE want that recorded" Jones hastened
to interrupt.
"Wel1, you can record it here if YOU wish"
said the recorder sourly; "but it ought by
rights to be recorded also in the county
where the sale is made
Jones flushed, having made a slip. ooh,
that's all right he said airily. well
record it there later. Come on, Colonel
suppose we can get this deed about tomor-
row or the next day?'
Tomorrow morning. said the recorder,
cor in two hours, if there is any dad-binged
hurry about it,
The Colonel hastened to mollify him by
saying that the next day would do, and, arm
in arm with Burmah Jones, passed out into
the light of day that seemed joyous, and
young, and filled with great hopes. The
Colonel drew sigh of relief.
well" he declared, that lifts a great
load from my mind. had begun to believe
that it was not SO easy to make a fortune;
but that just shows how man can be mis-
taken, Sir. Why, do you know, when stop
to think that yesterday | was compara-
lively poor man, and that today | have laid
the foundation for new estate, it seems i'm
possible | must buy back the Marquard
plantations with the first money get"
HE had warmth of friendship and graft
= tude for the short, fat man who toddled
alongside him, and overcoming his custom
ary scruples, poured into Burmahs ears the
story of his life, the pride of his house, the
love for his daughter, and recounted the mar
velous adventure on which he had started
forth. Burnah began to have qualms of
conscience, which proved the Coloners
homely eloquence; for the conscience of
!, RI, of II
NANCY, had become quite hard to arouse.
They dined together at the Colonel's ex-
pense, and throughout that time the ancient
adventurer, rejuvenated, built air castles of
grandeur. Jones had almost to tear himself
away from the Colonel at a later hour. The
Colonel was SO gay that when alone he
hunmed in his cracked old voice those war
like tunes of the Confederacy with which he
had been wont to charge to victory: but
Bur1nah, in his room, was not jubilant.
"Confound that old cuss!7 he said i'm
patiently, staring at himself in the glass.
3What for did he go and tell me all that
stuff about his daughter, and what he wanted
to do for her? Always for this here Ara
bella! If | didn't need the money so bad,
I'd put it in an envelop and send the whole
shootin' match to him. Amt it just tiny
luck to get hold of sucker like that? Maybe
I'd better start East tomorrow. It'd make
me 1cel rOCUcn mean TO see MIN alUer ne
finds out that Squaw Point amt worth ten
dollars! Wonder if it is, now? Wonder if
there amt some way / could get his wad
back for him, and keep mine at the same
time? Besides, he's got some more money
left, and if I'm goin' to be hog | ought to
have that too. Poor old feller!'
With which amicable admixture of crooked
desire and laudable pity, William Burnah
Jones switched off the lights.
CHAPTER III.
TT was in the afternoon of the following day
when Burmah Jones went hesitatingly to
the Colonel's hotel 1t had taken much reso-
luton on his part to face the Colonel He
felt like a murderer visiting the morgue to
look at his victim. He looked through the
window in front of the hotel lobby and
saw his dupe with a beatiic expression
on his face, asleep in one of the big leather
chairs.
"There he ISL said Burmah to himself
"Now amt he a picture of hustlin young
man startin out to make his fortune? He's
a rare old specimen of gent startin' out to
make dead-oodles of money in commercial
pursuits! Humph.'
If the real estate agent lacked anything,
it was not hustle and full appreciation of
hustler. He had never been accused of in
and ta5 him 70,