Lower coast gazette., 1913-03-08
VII.

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CHAPTER WI. 2
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a"There is the mound" advised har' >
riot Brooks on Wednesday morning :
nointing to a rounded heap OF eartn :
lust beyond the shade of q burr'oah I:
a half mile inland from Sylvan Lake
on Glen Isle.
Mayor Bedight took off his coat rue.
fully. Being prisoner to a prematurely
pray.haired young lady with a clear
rosy complexion and a sweet, win.
some manner was not so bad-Dut
to be told to dig like a terrier IN us
rough soil was a horse Of another col
or. But the mayor was game.
Grasping q spade, he set to WORK
diligently. 1t was a warm morning
and the perspiration began TO ooze
from his heated body. -.
"Come and sit in the shade q while"
invited the girl, ~thoughtfully. we
have all day to ourselves-and the
skeletons will not run away"
Bedight obeyed gratefully. throwing
himself at the woman's feet IN the
cool shadows Of tho oak.
I'm awfully interested In ancient
and medieval things" she explained,
smiling down at him over her ooK
"Once when l was in Iowa met Q
man who was engaged in collecting
cur,os-and he found a real mound.
builder skeleton along the Cedar river
while was there. What II TINS
should turn out to be something
that" hopefully.
, Pardon me-" said the mayor.
boldly, "but a nice girl like yoursei,
should not be 80 interested IN deao
: ones-especially when tho WOODS
are full Of live ones"
The girls face flushed, the reo
9 against her white hair making hef
very attractive in the eyes OF the man
on the sand.
"The dead Ones" she said slowly!
never stay out late aishts, never
8 tyranniae, never take everything fol
granted, never get a crouch, never
The mayor interrupted her, his fac'
i, serious as he said:
There were Darby and Joan"
ID But these are the days OF divorce
ht courts" she answered, "and-gen
fuses" coloriEg.
:" 81 am old.fashioned,' he parriee
IT like to dream Of home with IN
he woman in 1t"
re- 81 fear it is going to RAIN" evade
Is. Miss Brooks. looking anxiousiy .
ed. the cloud-tilled west. DO you min
,g. digging a bit. Mr.. Bedight?"
"As the wife said to her husDan
when she wanted a sealskln' !
ng tainted, returning to the mound.
yer She came and stood over him
he worked.
Dor His spade struck s~omething-ai
ed, her excitement grew.
to "oh. l do hope It's a mound builder
our she cried excitedly. :,
,or. The mayor grinned and kept q
cling. A clap of thunder pealed
ted the distance. AS she turned app
hensively, the digger's spade prl
snip a long. ropy object.
Here is your mound builder
said soberly, raising the object up
his spade.
She gasped.
The man smiled.
D. "Oh!" from the woman.
* 81 am afraid" he breathed, sol
~ ut is exactly what 1t looks like
tail of a Govt"
AS she stood frowning at him. gr
aeasss drops Of rain began to fall. He 10
ed about hurriedly for shelter unoe
Y tree.
. Come on" he cried, starting for
\ boat upon the beach. Wen have
camp out"
She followed him blindly.
MAaM He pulled the dory high and dry
tipped it keel up.
"Crawl UNDER" he said as the
8 began to fall In torrents.
why, Mr.. Bedight, can't 90
l."
|..# The man took her gently by
arm.
"You have no other choice-and
sides, I'm not a cannibal!"
She stopped and sat down upon
> sand under the shelter. He folio
sitting close to her, Of necessity.
turn fury of the storm broke. The
became as dusk, lighted only by
radi.