Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1914-04-30

ana the sunshine anu lndl 6ydIuSh
and Unc, Jefferson and Aunt Daph
and the chickens and the birds and
all the rest of it, for a mile of Mil
~lionaires' Row."
He went into the house and to the
library. The breeze through the wide
flung bow-window was 1uttering the
papers on the desk and the map on
the wall was tapping sidewise, He
went to straighten it, and then saw
what he had not noticed before-tsat
it covered something that had been let
into the plaster, He swung 1t aside
and made an exclamation.
He was looking at a square, uncoLa'
promising wall-safe, with q round fg-
ured disk of white metal on its face.
He knelt before it and tried its knob.
After a moment it turned easily. But
the resolute steel door would not open,
though he tried every combination
that came into his mind. mo use"
he said disgustedly. zone must have
the right numbers"
Then he lifted his fretted frame and
smote his grimy hands together. Con-
found it," he said with a short laugh.
Here | am, a bankrupt, with all this
outft-clear to the very finger-bowls-
handed to me on a silver tray, and I'm
mad as scat because | can't open the
first locked thing l find!"
He ran upstairs and donned a rough
corduroy jacket and high leather leg
gings. Were going to climb the hill
today, Chum," he announced, "and no
more moccasins need apply,
In the lower hall, however, he sud-
denly stopped stock-still. "The slip of
paper that was in the china dog!" he
exclaimed. What a chump l am not
to have thought of it," He found 1t
in its pigeonhole and, kneeling down
before the safe, tried the numbers
carefully, first right, then left: II
2S-94-0. The heavy door opened.
Il was right" he exulted. IT'S the
plate" He drew it out, piece by piece.
Each was bagged in dark-red Canton
flannel. He broke the tape of n bag
and exposed a great silver pitcher,
furnished p%urple-blue like a ravens
wing-then a t~ea-service. Each piece,
large and small, was marked with the
greyhound rampant and the motto.
"And to think" he said, that my
Observation-Disclosures buried you
with his own hands under the stables
when Tarleton's raiders swept the val
ley before the surrender at Yorktown!
Only wait till Aunt Daphne gets you
polished up, and on the sideboard!
You're the one. thing the place has
needed"
:
With the dog for comrade he ira
versed the garden and plunged across
the valley below, humming as he went,
The place was painless and over
grown with paw-paw bushes and sassa'
fras. Great trees stood so thickly
in places as to make a twilight and the
SUMMER spots were masses of pink
laurel, poisonivy, flaming purple rho
~dodendron and wine-red tendrils of in
terbraided briers. This was the for
est land Of whose possibilities he had
thought. In the heart Of the woods he
came upon a great limb that had beer
wrenched off by storm. The broker
wood was Of a deep rich brown, shading
to black. He broke off his song. snap
ped a twig and smelled it. It's sharl
acrid odor was unmistakable. He sud
denly remembered the walnut tree a
Rosewood and what Shirley had said
Il know a girl who had two In he,
yard, and she went to Europe OF
them"
He looked about him; as far as, h'
could see the trees reared, hardy ant
perfect, untouched for a generation
He selected one of medium size ant
pulling a creeper, measured its cir
| conference and gaging this measur,
: with his eye, made a penciled calcula
ton on the back of an envelope
Great Scott!' he said jubilantly t.
: the dog; that would cut enough Il
wainscot the Damory Court librar.
: and build twenty sideboards!"
CTo BE CoNTINUED)