The weekly tribune and the Cape County herald. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1914-1918, 1914-12-04

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IAN right" she said. 'I'Il be ready
| In an hour"
John smiled IAN right; I'll take
you over In the motor truck or shall
we ride to Silent VaileyF'
1--WE never been to New York" she
said timidly. and with that inconse-
quential logic which maidens have, she
added. Lets ride. FIJI take Patsy and
| you can ride Black joe"
Dorr did not understand at all that
in leaving her home for the great
strange city she wished her last hours
to be tilled with sunshine and a faInil-
lar sest of scurrying over dry Califor.
pia on half broken horse6esh.
"An right, we'll ride" he said.
while you are getting ready I'll write
letter to George Everett"
Ruth laid one slender hand on Johns
shoulder
You're always doing things for me,
John" she said simply. Some day I'll
do something for you" She slipped
away without backwar glance
Dorf watched her trip down the hill
toward her own little bungalow, and
IL seemed to him as If be held one end
of golden thread that she wars spin
ehored In his heart. That thread would
be- 1000 miles long before she saw
good old Everett He picked up his
pen and wrote rapidly:
.TMae,or RF,oo I,,,.
George Everett, Ill Broadway. New York
City:
Dear George-When a young. slender.
brown eyed, golden haired girl walks into
your office and says. I'm Ruth Gallon
and hands you the papers that she vii!
nave in her little hand bag. please see
that she gets $4,000. Ever yours.
JOHN DORR
He would have added more. His
fner instinct told him that Ruth should
be the first to put the whole scheme
before the cool beaded, rather cold
hearted George Everett. He addressed
the envelope and sealed it. Then he
went to the telephone and called up
the station at Silent Valley.
BILL" he said quietly after listening
Il moment to see if any one was on the
line. II want to send u telegram. Take
it over the wire. please. I'll be down
in little while and pay you"
Sure" f1oated back Il cheerful voice
Il wish my credit was as good as
yours. ten miles away. but it seems as
if have to be always present when l
ask for it. Go ahead. John!'
This is it, Bill" said John:
George Everett III Broadway, New York
City:
Miss Ruth Gallon leaves tonight to see
you about Master Key" stock Meet her
and wire me on her arrival Take good
care of her or I'll take care of you.
JOHN DORR
The operator repeated the message
and involuntarily adopted a little of
Johns savage intonation Oh the last
four words 1t woke him up TO the
fact that he was allowing his feelings
to become public He begun to see
why it was that men looked at him
strangely at times, when it was ques-
ton of Ruth interests. He must re-
strain himself
The operator did not hang up imme
diately. but said hesitatingly: Say.
John, there's wire here; just came
in from The Master Key mine. 1t
does not seem to jibe with yours. Viii
kerson sent it"
RI play fair" said John to himself.
and he called back over the wire. ''Bil
ly. that's yours and Wilkersons bust
ness. not mine" Ii he had listened to
the tenor of the message directed to
Jean Darnell. in New York, he would
have learned what Wilkerson was plot
ting
For years Wilkerson had built up for
himself golden image in Jean Oar,
nell. No one realized better than him.
self that she was a creature of appe
tite. a lover of silk and velvet wo-
man whose eyes widened at sight of
Persian cat Feminine in every de-
gree, womanly in none. But he him
self, dominated absolutely, utterly and |
completely by bis desires. had fallen |
under her spell. and he was going to
win her, no matter how. 1t is a
strange thing that when a dishonest |
man finally yields to an honest passion |
nothing will satisfy him but the ut |
most observance of the ritual of socie- |!
ty- Harry Wilkerson's vision was of
walking up the aisle of great church /
to meet bis bride at the altar.
Yet he had always thought of her In !
terms Of gold: that was a contrast |
the pallid. satiny. blue eyed woman. !
voluptuous. soft-and his image of her .
built of yellow gold. dragged out of /
the bowels of The Master Key" mine /
This image was now before his eyes:
instead of the warm. sun blessed Cali.
fornia hills. with their faint scent of /
sage and cactus, he saw a richly fur
nlshed room and breathed the odor of
altar of roses. Let US not follow him
In his dreams. But looking over his
shoulder an hour later we read:
Master Key" Mine, June -
Jean parueIl Astor House New York
City:
Find George Everett at LII Broadway
and meet Ruth Gallon in Chicago on
Sante Fe express leaving here this even
Ing. Introduce Drake as Everett after
you have seen Everett and keep the girl
to yourself until | can arrange matters