Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1920-11-05
s. Webster can risk Buenaventura,

"iou--y0u know that old tarantu'
la?" Billy gasped. "Why IL came
out TO warn him off the grass, too"
Dolores walked step closer to Billy
and eyed him dsnpprovingly. I'm so
sorry can't believe that statement"
she replied at happens that l was
standing by the companion-ladder
when you came aboard and spoke to
the purser: when you asked him IL Mr.
Webster was aboard, your face was
allght with eagerness and anticipation,
but when you had reason to believe he
was not aboard. you looked so terribly
disappointed felt sorry for you.
Tin going ashore il It's the last act
of my life, and when get there I'm
going to interview the cable agent;
then I'm going TO call AT the steam
ship office and sean the passenger list
Of the last three north-bound steam
erS, and il do not find Henrietta VIII
kins name on one of those passenger
lists I'm going up TO Gale de Con
cOrdia No. 10"
Il surrender Internationally,
groaned Billy. Pm liar from ne
| beg OF you to believe me, however,
when ! tell you that | only told you
those whoppers because was In
honor bound to tell them. Personally,
don't want you to 20 away-at least,
not until l'm ready 10 go away. too!
Miss Ruey, my nose is In the dust.
There is fever in my brain and II
misery In my heart-"
"And contritlon In your face" she
interrupted him laugh'ngy. You're
forgiven, Mr.. Geary - on one condi.
ton"
Name il" he answered.
Tell me everything from beginning
to end"
So Billy told her. 81 would much
rather have been visited with Il plague
Of bOIls. like our old friend, the late
| Job, than have to tell you this, Miss
Ruey," he concluded his recital. Man
proposes, but God diSposes, and you're
here and bound to learn the truth
sooner or later. Mother isn't lady
and she knows it. but take it from
me, Miss Ruey, she's grand old
piece of work. She's scout--a ring
tailed sport--a regular individual and
game as gander"
"And | mustn't call at FL Buen Ami
20, Mr.. Genry?"
Perish the thought! Mother must
call on you. FL Buen Amigo Is what
you might term hotel for tropical
tramps of the masculine sex. Nearly
all of Mothers guests have past,
you know. They're the submerged
white tenth Of SObrante.
Then my benefactor must call to
see me here?' Billy nodded when
will you bring her here"
Billy reflected that Mother jerks
had been up rather late the night be-
fore and that trade in the cantlna
of FL Buen Amigo had been unusually
brisk; so since be desired to exhibit
the old lady at her best, he concluded
1t might be well to spar for wind.
Tomorrow at TO-" he declared. Do
lores inclined her head Something
told her she had better leave all future
details to the amiable William.
Il remember you inquired for your
friend, Mr.. Webster, when you came
aboard the steamer"
Il remember it, too" Billy countered
ruefully. IL can't imagine what's be-
come of him. Miss Ruey, did you
ever 90 to meet the only human being
In the world and discover that for
some mysterious reason he had failed
to keep the appointment? Miss Ruey.
you'll have TO meet old John Stuart
the minute he lights in Buenaventura.
He's some boy"
"Old John Stuart?" she queried.
How old?"
"Oh, thlrty-nlne or forty on actual
| count, Dul ouc VI lhC hihu mat "hi
live TO be thousand and then have
to be killed with an axe. He's COM
ing TO Sobrante TO help me put over a
mining deal
How interesting, Mr. Geary! No
wonder you were disappointed"
The last sentence was shaft DELHI
erately launched to Dolores delight
II made a keyhole in Billy Geary's
heart
Don't get me wrong. Miss Ruey.'
he FASTENED to assure her 81 have a
good mine. but I'd trade It for hand
shake from Jack The good Lord only
published one edition Of Jack, and
limited the edition TO one volume
then the plates were melted for the
Junk we call the human race. Two
weeks ago, when / was sick and pen
niless and despairing, the possessor Of
a concession on fortune, but with
out a centayo in my pockets to buy 1
bnnana, when | was veritable beach
comber aud existing on the charity o.
Mother jerks, ] managed finally t.
communicate with old Jack and .ol,
him where | was and what had
There's his answer, Miss Rtey, ant
I'm not ashamed to say that when
got II cried like kid" And Bin.
handed her John Stuart Webster's re
markable cablegram, the receipt o
which had, for Billy Geary, trans
formed night into day, purgatory int
paradise. Dolores read 1t.
mo wonder you love him." she de
clared, and added artlessly: "Hi
wife must simply adore him."
Ale has no wife to bother his life
80 he paddles his own canoe Bill,
recited. II don't believe the old sou
have been attentive to pretty Lans
dnxvna Girl for moro than a vaer Duy