The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-01-31

orations, real champagne wine, ana
everything imported even when IT'S
made on the spot. They don't make
no hurroar over losing a few thor-
sand at cards, but they just amt going
to stand seeing Polly laying around
drunk on the barroom floor. tell
YOU when they comes | amt going 10
have Polly around my place That
straight. She'll get her marching or
ders p. Do"
So Polly was next for betrayal.
Yes" Brooke became very con-
fidential. What require at Forest
Lodge is real society hostess. lady.
Yes. that's what's the matter-a lady.
Now that's what | come about. Ever
since seen you. Mrs. mean madam.
| mean"
He became quite difident, leaving
the doorway, leaning over the coun-
ter
Would you" he began, would
you be prepared, a'am, to
My way was clear, and ! ran,
Billy had held these last few weeks
that Polly's funds were gone, that she
was penniless. He begged me to let
him destroy the great sign-board
across the road to Spite House. Fall
ure to renew that would indeed be
conclusive proof of the womans
penury, but the meanness OF such
test revolted me, for one does not
strike a fallen adversary.
Were there any funds to promote
black pines and mosquitoes az an at
traction to millionaires? Brooke in
his folly had divulged that foolish
scheme, sufficient to complete the ruin
OF poor wretched woman, before he
abandoned her interests to seek his
own. Was 1t true? | went straight
to Captain Taylor.
Yes, Kate" he cbuckled. the muir.
der's out at last. You see I'm not ex.
actly prosperous, and my retired pay
Is a drop in my bucket OF debts. And
then our good friend Polly invested all
her wealth in buying up the mortgage
on this ranch"
But why?"
For fun. For the pleasure OF turn
ing me out. She kindly granted me
permission to sleep in that old barrel
which used to belong to my fox. but
then you see | really couldn't be I'M
der any obligations to the lady"
Did you pay of the mortgage"
Il did. So Polly strums rag-time
tunes on my piano, Brooke wears my
early Victorian frock coat. they serve
their beans and bacon with my family
plate. the gentleman sports my crest
the lady has my dear mothers da-
monds which are really paste. My
dear, they're county society-you real
ly must call and leave cards"
But the portraits"
They stared at me so rudely that
burnt them. Ancestors ought TO re-
member they're dead, and they'd rath.
er be burned. too, than be claimed an
Polly's aunts."
And the Star Pack-train?"
"A half-interest, my dear. half.
interest, that's ALL"
so you're in partnership"
why, no. Fact is, old Pete has
been working thirty-hve years. with
his faithful eyes shining behind that
hair--it's silver now. Ell? Well,
couldn't leave him in the lurch. And
there's the Hudson's Bay to consider.
with forts up north depending on US
for supplies. And | suppose. when
come to think of it, I'm rather proud
of the outfit. So. in my sentimental
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managing owner, with. half-interest,
while Polly is sleeping partner with
no right to interfere"
You've told Peter"
No. suppose I've got to own
up?"
You don't want Pete to be cheated
by his partners"
You're right. Just open my desk
and look inside. It's the paper Cd
top"
found and read the deed.
You've read 1t, Of course" said.
1T was read to me by the lawyer
chan, Isn't it all right"
tOh. yes" / managed to say, its
all right-such funny legal jargon. n
looked at the names Of the wit
nesses, Cultus McTavish and Low.
lived Joe, the worst characters in our
district. The document read to the
old blind man had been no doubt de.
stroyed. The deed actually signed
made Polly sole owner OF the famous
pack-train. My friend had been
cheated.
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