The Press., 1917-02-08

DEEGNuES AudA huuE AAA A NOAANA GN9@~~ another pair, discarded my own broad cloth and struggled with both of my legs the same moment into them. Then in a hurry as great as l shall ever know, discovered a gray flannel shirt in a drawer of the very tall old mahogany chest and inserted myself into that with an equal rapidity. A wide leather belt made the two very large garments secure around my waist, and I again allowed breath to come into my lungs. I then opened a very queer bag, which l knew to be for a saddle, that~ ~yas upon a shelf fin the dressing room and began to put things Into 1t, according to directions of the GOuverneur Falkner. The other pair of those riding brooches l laid with another of the flannel shirts In a great conspicuousness upon chair in the bedroom directly in front of the door from the dressing room.
 We're going to make a record get away. boy" said that GOuverneur Faulkner to me as In a few minutes he came. clothed in those riding trousers anl that flannel shirt, to the door of his dressing room, where I was just making a finish of putting needful tInthing into his bag. You'll find the other things we need In the bathroom Tut it all in while get together few pauers | want. We can start now fin two minutes"
 "An is ready now, my Gouyerneur Faulkner" l made the announcement after a wading into that very wet room of the bath and a return.
 Here, give me the bag, and you go ahead with this electric torch. Quiet now" admOnished the Gouverneul Faulkner to me as we took our depar ture through the dark hall.
 "This is the maddest escapade that governor of this ancient state has ever undertaken. and the weight of years has slid from me. boy" said that Gouyerneur Faulkner to me as the cherry made long glide from the city out Into the open road.
 The day was just beginning to come with It's light from behind the very large and crooked mountain that Is called Old Harpeth when my Gouver neur Faulkner made me to turn my eept for the shaded light upon the table, under whose rays l remarked he head anl shoulders of that GOuyer- neur Faulkner Rt whose bidding l had come out into the dead of the night. "Come over here, and walk softly, so as not to stir up JenkinS,' he com handed me, and l went immediately to his side, even if did experience a difficulty in the breath of Roberta, marquise of Greg and Bye.
 "what Is 1t that you wish, my Gou- Ferneur Faulkner7'' asked as looked down upon him as he sat with a paper In his hand regarding 1t intently.
 4SIt down here under the light be- side me-" was his next command to me, and he reached out one of his slender and powerful hands and drew me down into a chair very close beside him.
 What is it?" 1 asked Us my head came so close to his that felt the warmth of his breath on my cold cheek.
 Hold these two fragments of paper together and translate the French written upon them literally" he said Q me as he handed me two small pieces of paper upon which there was writing.
 And this is what I discovered to be written:
 Honored Madam-The one at the head oi all has sent me to this place to inspec' grazing lands and make report. send IT d report of what is not here and the sign ing of the papers by your GouVerneui Faulkner must be done quickly in blind ness before a discovery of what Is not
 ''It Is written to a wOman," l said very quietly as I made q finish of reading.
 "Yes. boy, to a woman. l have made my last fight tc-to hold an old belief, which in some way seemed to be-be one of my foundation stones The general is right, they are all alike the soft, beautiful, lying things. The truth is not in them, and their own or A mans honor Is a plaything. That piece of paper was sent me by man m in the mountains of Old Harpeth who loves me with the same blood bond that love you, boy, all on ac count of a gun struck up in the hands of his enemy. Here's the note he seni with 1t:
 Bul. we cotched a furren man fer reve nue up by the still at Turkey gulch' anC this was In his pocket. made out t' read yo' name. I send 1t. The man II I'll | price and what to do with this man crit | fer by son Jim. Believe me, they aln't n' ! grazing fer 5000 mules on Paradise ridge but I know a place. JIM 1ODO'
 What Is the significance of this pa per. my Gouverneur FaulknerT l asked after I had made the attempt to trans late to myself the very peculiar writ Ing he had given to me.
 ''I do not know just exactly myself Robert" answered my Gouverneul Faulkner as he dropped his head upor his hands while he rested his elbow: | on the polished table among its scat tered papers. "I am convinced now that this mule contract business Is tho plot against my honor that the genera believes it to be and has been trying tt get to a legal surface. In some way Jim Todd has got hold of one end Oi the conspiracy. It has been hard fo' me to believe that a woman would sel me out. If take it to her in the morn ing I'll perhaps get an explanation tha will satisfy me. The men who are II with JeT Whitworth are the best fnan ciers In the state, and it Is impossible to believe that
 Very suddenly 1t happened in m! heart to know what to compel tha very large man beside me to do for th' rescue of his honor. He must see th' matter not through the lies of tha beautiful Madam WhitwOrth, the in strument of that very ugly husband | but he must look into the matter witl his blood friend, that MT. Jim Todd.
 You must go immediately to tha Mir. Jim Todd and his prisoner to dis
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