Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-27

l found out where your place was l
travelled on foot. got a bed and
lodging in a cabin two miles away. AS
soon as everybody was asleep | slipped
out Of the cabin. and here l am"
They were both silent for moment.
Il know what you're thinking about.
Kid" said Hawkins finally.
THE guilty man." Nelson said slow
ly.
You want me to try to get him."
Yes. [ have plenty of money now.
but 1 did not dare hire detectives"
"They couldn't get him after ten
years"
Can any one find himT
Bill felt the anxiety and eagerness,
the hunger for a real hope. in Nelson's
voice.
IF any one can get him I'm the one"
he replied slowly. I'm gonna get him
too. l gotta get him, boy. l owe you
something more than few years out
of stir" His voice quavered with
emotion.
You put God in my brain and
heart" he went on. "You made q soul
come to life in my old body" In his
sunken eyes there was a luster that
made benefcent the deep lined face
II found my old GIRL" he continued,
after a pause in which he mastered his
feelings. you made me want to find
her and, thank God, found her good
and patient woman and glad to have
her man back. I'm some different, Kid.
I'm some different, and / owe 1t to you
I'm going after that man who let you
get him and drag him to the office Of
the district attorney, if get there with
my head caved I'M
Nelson took his wallet from his
pocket
Here is plenty Of money, BILL" he
said. "Take it and use it. 1t isn't a
loan or a gift. What is mine is yours
Spend all that is necessary. am a
rich man. You were the means of my
achieving wealth"
Guess I'll need some of it," the pro-
bationer said. "I'll take it, anyhow
and when all comes out right I'll ac-
count to you for it. Then my old wo-
man and 1 will come down here and
work for you"
Does a son let his father work for
him?" asked Nelson. No! I'll work
for you, Bill, many years, God willing"
A storm springing from Carib seas
had swept northward along the Flori-
da and Georgia shores. Down from
the north came the tail end of a big
blizzard; the two met off the Carolina
coast. In the wild rush of tempera-
lures seeking normal levels, heat and
cold mingled in the South Carolina
mountains and deluge of rain re-
suited.
Mighty Caesars Head, Kings noun
tain and Paris mountain were washed
clear of snow by the torrent, The
wind skirled in leafess boughs and
branches, howled through ravines and
gorges in mountainsides, and the flood
made the Saluda pick up its bed and
rush away even as did the man who
lay Ill and was made well by a mir
acle.
The mountain roads were torn and
ripped by the food. They gave up the
frost in them and the red clay was
turned to series of twisted ribbons.
With the clatter Of dozen rapid
fire guns came low swung automo-
bile with unusually heavy tires, high
mud guards and huge oil tank toward
the crest of Paris mountain from the
west A screen of mud and water half
obscured the driver. Big goggles hid
his eyes.
On the top of the mountain, standing
in runabout type of machine, a girl
waited. She had torn a racing mask
from her face. and it lay caked with
red clay on the drivers seat behind
her Her abundant hair had fallen
from its fastenings. and the wind play
ed with it as great cat would play
with loose hank of golden yarn.
The onrushing motor made the crest
Of the mountain with a heavy lurch
of great beast in attack, came to a
stop and shivered, sending fiecks of
mud shooting to right and left as the
driver pulled himself from the wheel
seat.
ITO be continued