Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1913-01-01

accomplished nothing because they
had not looked In the right direction.
Tta editor Of the Kalem Weekly said
they hadn't, and editors are always
right about these things. Look for
some one that no one would suspect"
was his advice.
A constable was at the depot when
Mr.. Hazleton stepped off the train,
he being the only passenger to alight.
After look around he leaned up
against the depot building.
"Ha" whispered the constable.
Here was a man that no one
would suspect. He was a stranger,
and he had an honest look Ac-
cording to the editor, he should be
the outlaw. He didn't seem per
turbed at sight of the officers
nickel;plated star, but that was
case Of cheek. Indeed, he advanced
with laugh to- say:
IT am looking for some one, and
yet don't know the name"
"That's rather funny" replied the
officer as he felt to see IL his hand
cuffs were in the usual hind pocket.
'T admit it," smiled Stephen. "a
young lady of my acquaintance In
the city came down here few days
ago to visit her aunt"
"And who is her aunt?"
"That's the very thing I want to
find out"
"Humph! How are you going to
find out about anybody If you can't
tell her name?"
That's what occurred to me Just
as I stepped OF the train. I think
the young lady referred to her rela'
tive as Aunt Eliza"
"Well, I don't know any Aunt
Elias nor Uncle Peters"
"No? I think she must live out.
side the village, as she has COWS and
pigs. Perhaps my best way will be
to take a highway and follow it for
two or three miles"
"Unless you think It better to go
back to town by the next train!"
was the suggestive reply.
Mr.. Hazleton had come down to
rescue Miss Drew, and he took up
his grip and started off.
The constable had found the right
man at last, and he was soon in
communication with the sheriff.
Mr.. Hazleton hadn't reached the
first farmhouse outside the village
when he found posse Of six men
calling upon him to halt and give
an account Of himself. He could
have convinced that gang in ten
minutes that he was respected
member of humanity, but what did
he do but take to his heels and seek
the fields. He was commanded to
halt, but his wings grew faster at
the command. There were some
good runners among his pursuers,
but they couldn't overhaul Stephen.
The best they could do was to keep
him in sight most Of the time and
to waste many bullets firing at him.
Mr.. Hazleton skipped over fences,
Jumped bitches and few across
wales. Why, he didn't stop to ask
himself. Every man of the posse
knew why the chase continued, how.
ever. They were after the Bad Man
of Kalem, and they meant to get him
dead of alive.
Even stern chase and a long chase
cannot continue indefinitely.
There came a time when Stephen
Hazleton staggered out of bit oil
woods and made for barn about ten
rods behind farm house. The big
doors were wide open, and as he
wabbled in he bumped against girl
coming out with a dozen or more eggs
In her apron.
"Stephen!"
Mildred"
"What is it?"
"They-they want to arrest mel"
"Oh, goodie, goodie! How nice!
How romantic! Stevie, I'll fight to
the death for you and then marry
you afterward!"
And Aunt Eliza Is witness to the
fact that the posse didn't get Stephen
until they first got the eggs, and that
when they did get him they apollo
gized handsomely for the mistake.
The actor? Oh he had come and
gone. He found the country too rich
| for his blood.
Miss Mildred's promise? She kept
it. All she had been waiting for was
for Stephen to snow that he had the
makings of an outlaw in him to give
a romantic turn to events.
| Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary
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