The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-12-08

visualize him at once. ! wins-y soos-
ing old man. with gray goatee and
piercing eyes"
! burst out laughing. Its extraor-
binary you should hit him or 50 wen. :. |
He must come too. she com
manded
On Friday got Joe. who arranged to /
meet us at Priamville. the nearest
point on the railway 10 those noun
tafns in the heart of which the estate |
of KaImacks was situated myself
arranged to accompany the Peter
! shams-
Into the story OF our Journav 70
Priamville need not 60. but viii pick
up the sequence OF events at the mo
ment Of our arrival at that enterpris-
Ing town. when Linda, looking from
the car window. suddenly exclaimed:
Look at that magnificent young
mang'
Which one7'' asked innocently as
/ caught sight OF NoYember's tall &c
ure awaiting MS
"HoW many men In sight answer my
description she retorted OF course
mean the woodsman Why. he's
coming this way. must speak to
him"
Before could answer she had jump
ed lightly to the platform and, turning
/ 10 Joe with q childIike expression in
her blue eyes. said:
.Oh. can ron tell me how many min
utes this train stops here7'
cit don't generally stop here at ALL
but they tagged her because they're
expecting passengers. Can ! help you
any. miss r
i Its very kind OF you"
At this moment / appeared from the
car Hello. Joel'' saidsL How are
things
4 ..All right Mr. Quaritch. There's
two slick buckboards with pair OF
horses 20 each waiting and wagon
cite fit for the king o. Russia The
road between this and the mountains
Is flooded By beaver working In q back
water bout ten miles out They say
we can drive through all right Miss
1 Petersham needn't fear getting too
Il wet
.How do you know my name? ex.
claimed Linda.
i 81 heard you described. miss" re
, piled Joe gravely.
Linda looked at me.
: Good for the old mossback!" said q
Her lips bent into sudden smile
/ AYou must be Mr. November Joe. {
! have heard so much of you from Mr.
Quaritch.''
d We went out and loaded our bag
; gage upon the waiting bnekboards.
II o. xxvas, 6,.iuov nv a small
sallow faced man. who turned out TO
be the second game warden, Puttick.
Mr. Petersham asked how Bill
Worke. the wounded man. was pro
crossing.
He's coming along pretty tidy. Mr..
Petersham. but he'll carry stir leg
with him all his life. z
I'm sorry for that. suppose you
have found out nothing further as TO
the identity OF the man who fired the
shot Z"
..Nothing." said Puttick. "and not
likely to. They're all banded togeth-
err up there
On which cheerful information our
little caravan started. At Linda's wish
! Joe took the place or the driver or
Mr.. Petersham's light imported wag-
onette, and as we went along she gave
: J him q very clear story Of the sequence
or events. to all OF which he listened
with the Characteristic series OF Wei,
nows!'' and .sYou don't saysr' with
which he was In the habit OF punctuat.
ing the remarks OF lady He said
them. as usual. In voice which moi
J, only emphasized the facts ct exactly
d the right places, but also lent an al
b OF subtle compliment TO the eloquenct
OF the narrator.
When we stopped near q patch q
pine trees to partake Of an imprompfl
lunch it was his quick hands that pre-
pared the campfire and bis skilled q,
that fashioned the rude but comfOrta
: BILE seats. It was he also who disap
/. peared for q moment to return witt
& three half pound trout that he hat
taken by. some swift process OF hi
own from the brook. OF which we onl,
heard the murmur And for al ties
doings he received an amount OF opel
admiration from Llnda's blue eye
? which seemed to me- almost exaggeI
!. ated
: 81 think your November Joe II Q PEI
feet dear" she confided to me.
: eff you really think that" said
.shave mercy on himl You do no
want to add his scalp To all the 9th
i ers.
It "Many of the others are bald" sal
e she "His hair would furnish dozel