The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1914-10-07

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| Its mighty important"
Don't scowl. At your age wrinkle
ts apt to remain ii you once get it
started"
Hc laughed. "Wrinkles!" She could
talk CT wrinkles!
They arc moro important than you
! Think. Every morning rub out the
wrinkle go to bed with"
y wish ycu could rub out the gen
eral stupidity which is wrink!!ng my
brain I've made thrco moves and
failed in each What's come over
me-"
Perhaps you've had too many sue
cesscs The E.H.cei or chance is al
ways turning around"
May l smoke"
Thanks. At least it proves you still
would smoke whether it was agreeable
or not But like the odor of a good
cigar. And It always helps you to
| think"
Rraine lit the cigar and began his
customary pacing. At length he
paused.
suppose we have real old-fash-
Toned coaching party out to the old
mansion We know a5out?'
and What shall We do there?"
Make the mansion AZ enchanted
! castle where sometimes people who
enter can't get out. Do YOU think YOU
could get her to go?"
u can try"
Olga, 7 must have that girl; and I
mus: have her soon. Sometimes find
myself nightly puzzled over the
whole thing. II Hargreave Is alive,
why doesn't ne turn up now that its
practically known that his daughter
presides over his household? I might
understand 1t If ! didn't know that
HGrcreave Is really afraid Of nothing.
. Where IS the man with the five thou
! sand. picked up ct sea? What vas
! the reason for Jones carrying that bcH
out IL broad daylight? Who is the
chap watching across the street?
| Sometimes ! believe IN my soul--!f
have one!-that Hargreave is playing
with US. playing. Well" finging the
half consumed cigar into the crate,
the Black Hundred always goes for
ward. win or lose, and never forgets."
we are q fine pair!" said the wo-
man bitterly.
We are exactly what fate intended
US to De. They wrote you down in the
book as a beautiful body with a
crooked mind They wrote me down
as the devil, doomed to roam earth's
top till I'M killed"
"Kiued?"
why, yes. In not the kind OF
chap who dies in bed. surrounded by
the weeping members Of the family,
doctor, nurse. and priest. I'm a
sccuadrel; but it has this saving
grace. enjoy being a scoundCel. Now,
I'm going up to the club. There's
nothing like a game Of billiards or
chess to smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry YOU"
In the great newspaper Office there
was 4 mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means pandemonium IN the
city room OF a metropolitan daily.
Copy boys were rushing to and fro,
messengers and printers with sticky
! gallcys In their hands: reporters we're
banging away at their typcw-iters,
! and iatcrmingling you could hear the
ceaseless c:!ckety-click from the tele-
! grnlh room.
The managing editor came out OF
his Office and approached the desk OF
! the night city editor.
Editorial Iage gone down."
Twenty minutes ago." said the
night city editor.
u wanted g stick on that Panama
ruclpus.'
! TOO late"
| where's jim NortoE?"
at the chamber OF commerce ban"
! ouet. The major IS going to throw
bomb into the eneuy's camp"
Nothing on the Hargreare stu6?'
NO. Guess Id better put that in
the cutbyhole. He's dead"
NO will found yet?"
Not & piece as big as q postage
stamp"
That will leave the girl in tough
! place No will, no birth certificate;
and worst OF all. no photograph OF
! the old man himself. don't see why
jim siGcSteprcd this affair. He the
only man II town who knew anything
about Hargre2Ve.'
He hasn't given it up: but he wants
TO cover it On his own. turn the yarn
over when he's got It. no false alarms"
"Ah! So that's the ga,ce?"
eyes; and jim IS the sort every pa
per needs. When the time con:Cs tho
! story turns up. if there IS one. Hero
: he is now. Looks !!!:n - :>;,;:' u to
fourth act OF q drama. Cood-!ooA!@s
chap, though"
! Norton came !n through the outer
gates. he Vas N evening clothes. top
hat. 4 dead cigarette danglcd be-
tween his lips.
How much DO you want?" asked the
night city eGitcr.
Column ard half"
OF with your glad rags!"
Anything good?" asked the manag-
:pg editor
THE I'D ha3 been talnrlc3 OF tight
Nc wire IN any restaurant after ono
O'CLOCK. ThcreTl be & roundup OF ev-
cry gunman Il town"
Good work, Go to it,
It vas GIG O'Clock when Norton
turned In his last sheet CT copy and
started for homo. Just outside the
entrance 20 the building man with
slouc;: hat drawn down over his eyes
STEPPED forward.
"Nr. Norton?'