The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-04-24
XIV.
Woe In Number Seven,

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Woe In Number Seven.
GT1ls rage blazed forth. So they
had got to him" after all.
Who? He thought of the
81 smooth. crafty mountain of a
man who had detained him a moment
ago. Who but Cargan and Max. Of
course: They had found his childish
hiding place, and the money had come
home to their eager hands. No doubt
they were laughing slyly at him now.
Well. he would show them yet. He
got up and walked the door. Once he
had held them up in the snow and
spoiled their little game. He would
do it again. How: When? He did
not know. His soul cried for action
of some sort. but he was up against a
blind alley. and he knew It.
He unlocked the door Of No. Z. To
go downstairs. to meet the sweet eager
ness Of the girl who depended on him.
to confess himself tricked-it took ali
the courage he had. Why had It all
happened anyhow? Confound It! Had
he not come up here to be alone with
his thoughtsT But, brighter side. It had
given him her. or it would give him
her before the last card was played.
He shut his teeth tightly and went
down the stairs.
Mr.. Bland had added himself to the
group about the 6re. Quickly the eyes
Of Miss Norton met Aagee's. She was
trembling with excitement. Cargan,
huge. red. CHEEKY. got In Magee's path
once more.
I'm %annihiIate this mar" thought
Nagee.
1--WE been figuring" said the mayor.
that was n thing he didn't have to
contend with. No. sir. there wasn't
any bright young men hunting up old
Napoleon and knocking him in the
monthly magazines. They didn't 90
down to Sardinia and pump It out Of
the neighbors that he started business
On borrowed money and that his ia
Their drank more than was good for
him. They didn't run illustrated art-
cles about the diamonds he wore and
moving pictures of him eating SOUP" !.
mo. I guess not" replied Aagee alb
stractedly.
II reckon there was a lot in his rec
ord wasn't meant for the newspapers"
continued Cargan re%fectively. And
it didn't get there. Nap was lucky.
BE had it on the reformers there.
They couldn't squash him with the
power Of the press" -.
Mr.. Magee broke away from the
mayors rehashed history and hurried
to Miss Norton.
"You promised yesterday" be n
minded her. Ito show me the pictures
Of the admiral" H.. -
80 ! did," she replied. rising quick
". ITO think you hav spent all this
time Ia Baldpate inn and not paid
homage to its WI particular cock OF
the walk"
She led him to a portrait hanging b.
side the desk.
Behold" she said. the admiral on
a sunny day in July. Note the starchy
grandeur Ut him. even with the Their
m0meter up In the clouds. That's one
Of the things the rocking chair feet
adores in him. Can you imagine the
durry at the approach Of all that su-
peri0rity? Theodore Roosevelt. VIII
liam Fave1sham and Richard Harding
Davis all arriving together couldn't
0~vershadow the admiral for a minute"
Mr.. Magee ga5ed at the picture Of q
nomnOus l{f<lo man vhncn Aowoo nnr~-
tache seemed anxious to make up for
the lack Of hair on his head.
"A bald hero at a summer resort,~
he commented. 1T seems incredible"
"Oh, they think he lost biz hair
fighting for the nag!r' she laughed.
SIS is possible to see the room where
the admiral plays his famous gamer
"Step softly" she answered. I'm
here. There stands the very table,"
They went into the small card room
at the right of the entrance to the Of
fee. and Mr.. Magee quietly closed the
door behind them. The time had come.
He felt his heart sink.
"Well?' said the girl, with an eager
ness she could not conceal.
Mr.. Magee CROPPED for words and
f0und-his old friends Of the noun
tain.
II love you." he cried desperately.
t"You must believe l want to help you.
1t looks rather the other way now, III
admit. want you to have that mon
ey. don't know who you are nor
what this all means, but l want You to
have It. l went upstairs determined
to give It to you
Really" The word was at least 50
degrees below the temperature Of the
cardr0om.
"Yes. really. ] won't ask you to be-
lieve. but I'm telling the truth. went
to the place whore I had fatuously hid
the money-under I brick Of my Ore
place. Il was gone"
.How terribly unfortunate
Yes. isn't III" Mr.. Aages ~rejoiced
that shs took % calm : view of Il.
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