New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-12-29
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Maybe
"Weil, that's the system I'd a. play
ed. wouldn't q took to the tall
grass. me"
con the other hand, played sys-
tenn invented by myself and Henri
| L'Olonnois''
II never heard Of him. Well, any
how, you were rich enough to afford
to do what you liked But. as to keep
ing q. secret you can't do that any
longer. Those newspaper fellows are
the devil to get hold Of things. Since
all this stuff came out about you rum
ming away with your own boat-I can
see now why you did It, and I'm glad
you did-why, your whole life history
has been printed. including all that
restitution, business about the Sally
| M. Fellows came to me and asked
me about you: asked II knew you.
Said, yes, I knew you; said You were
romantic chap and good business
man, too, and the best old scout IN the
worid-what?'
| I had arisen and stood In some
doubt. What's the matter? Let's go
on up to the house. I want to see
Sally" he concluded.
| "And want very much to see Hell.
ena," said l.; "only it's going to be
rather harder now to meet her-and
Mrs. Daniver:''
well, don't know" said Cal Da-
wilson; every fellow plays his own
system. There's something In what
you say about women havlnga good
poker face 50 far as telling what they
think about man is concerned-yes.
Frfnstance, how much did Helena
know knew or know you knew or
thought you knew-well, you get me?
But the trouble with you is You amt
romantic in your temperament like
me. But II was you I wouldn't be
scared to tell Mrs. Daniver had a
dollar and quarter or so left. TIN
soften the blow some to her maybe
And as for Helena
| 'tAnd as for Helena, can look her
in the face, and she can me, now
And-will you telephone to New Iberia
for a ministerial Once-fOr this even
ing train? And will you tell Ed
Guard to have Lis man lay out his
best evening clothes for me-tell him
I'll trade him these of my cooks for
them-and suit Of travelling clothes?
Because, oh, fellow varlet''- q paus-
ed here. We both did, for a mocker
just now broke into an extraordinary
burst Of song, so sweet, so throbbing-
~ sweet. that we could not help but
listen, both of us being lovers.)
what were you saying, old man?"
Cal Davidson asked after awhile, mus
ingly, as one awakening. t"Some bird.
what?"
Because tonight" 1 answered, 81
am going to marry my fair captive.
yon heartless jade Helena. I've loved
her always. rich or poor. and she loves
me, rich or poor. And we shall live
happy ever after And may God bless
us and all true lovers!'
"Amen" heard some one say and
have often wondered whether it was
yon varlet. the hooking bird. or Cal
Davidson himself who spoke. I look
ed around for Partial. He had follow
ed Helena.
FOOTNOTE
The words in Helena's note, addressed
to Henry Francis Drake, Esq, were, as
I have said, but two-''Yes. Now" That
was why was married that evening. It
was curious about the the wedding ring,
for that would not borrow, so an old ne
gro blacksmith took gold ring Edouard
gave me, one found years ago by Cajun
treasure hunter in some one of the few
successful hunts for the treasure of Jean
Laf1tte. And into this. in place Of the
gem long since missing, he clasped my
pearl, the one we got on the river far in
the largest and most brilliant ever found
in fresh water. 1t was I who named it
the Belle Helene" So that our ring
pleased all but L'Olonnois and Jean La
| ftte. These two pirates had set at work
that very afternoon with 'Polyte Cby
Edouard's cOnsenD and dug behind the
smokehouse. Wonderful enough, they did
find old bricks inclosing a sort of hollow
cavity. bricks of an ancient day, and.
though they got nothing else cPolyte said
he knew who had beaten them to this
treasure-it was Achilles Dufrayne Of Cal
casieu. curse himD. they both explained
how easy it would be to deceive the fair
captive into thinking we really had found
the rings setting as well as the ring it
self in a pirate treasure box. would not
do that on the ground that already had
deceived the fair captive quite enough
But, though yOn varlet, my friend
dear old Cal Davidson. spoke rather free
| ly about his honeymoon and all that,
cannot do SO Of mine with Helena. did
! not know that could again be so happy.
Often have wished were romantic
man like dear old Cal. I fear my book
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