The states-graphic. (Brownsville, Tenn.) 1???-1984, 1916-11-24

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Forever, to all intents and pur.
poses" said Garry.
Joe's chest sank and rose in long,
long breath.
''It's no word to trihe WITH" he eau
toned at last. IF you lose it'll be a
considerable drouth."
"Cut!' invited Garry. and they start.
ed to play.
That other night Garry's stack Of
chips had lasted far longer than they
did ON this second occasion. A half
hour later when he rose to go to bed,
his nlnety-nine year promise of absti-
hence was piled symmetrically before
Fat Joe. But his good night was gay.
For time after his departure Joe eyed
Steve sidewise.
"Hum-m.m," he cleared his throat.
"Hum-m-m And / was expectin' you
to turn up any hour Of the last twenty
four with request that come and
help bring home the remains. You
must be quite silver tongued ex-
horter, aren't you, Stevef"
Stephen O'Mara was silent over the
paper which Joe had handed him eur
lier in the evening, and the lack Of any
offer on his part to go into details did
not trouble his questioner. Fat Joe sat
and bobbed his head over what would
never cease to be miracle in his eyes
"And he'll stick this time," he vented
his wonder aloud. Hes surely going
to stick" Then he smiled widely
"And | reckon you'll have to admit
that | handled the small part that
came my way with ease and dispatch
when l tell you that he didn't catch SC
much as one lonesome pair all the time
l was dealing. I'm ashamed of my
self | haven't seen such mean
crooked game of stud dealt since
came east"'
Garry was very quiet the next morn
ing when he and Steve went back t
their work; before noon came his un
easiness had become very apparent t
the man he was assisting. But neither
his silence nor his nervousness any
longer worried Steve. Instead the latter
let himself smile over both those out
ward evidences of inward panic, when
ever his thoughts were on Garry at all
For the latter's difidence as the da!
aged became n flushed and warn
! checked thing, until at In the after
noon Steve could no longer withhold
the suggestion for which, wordlessly
Garry was asking.
Joe was more than half right" b,
remarked, one eye to his level, "iI
spite of the fact that we refused I,
take him seriously. We can't let thos
people come in and find everything
too hopelessly uncomfortable, so per
haps you'd better run ahead now
Garry, and see what he has accom-
plished. / don't want to leave thi
spot myself until have some figure
upon which know l can rely. Blu
you might run ahead. II you will. II
be along later.
1t was couched In the form Of re
quest, but Garry's face famed. Fl
went, albeit a bit reluctantly. And b
stopped more than a few times In hi
climb from the edge of the timber t
the door Of Steyes shack. But one
he had passed over the threshold t
find that unrecognizably trim room
empty, his face grew heavy with dis
appointment He was on the poin
Of going back outside to scan the bow
Of the valley when q tall, short skirte,
figure, enveloped in volumino1
apron which Fat Joe in a moment o
mistaken zeal had once provided TO
the cook boy flashed through the pas
sageway from the kitchen annex an,
barely missed catapulting into hi
arms. Miriam Burrell, pink face
from the heat Of the roaring WOO
stove and smudged with flour on fore
head and cheek, lifted her apron an
swung 1t like flag Of victory.
"I'ye found it." she sang triumphant
~. "Ive found out what was the maj
teri Id inst forgotten the baking pow
der. that was all! Next time
Then she recognized him. With out
stretched hands still clutching tn