The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-06-02

tackled 1t; she perished there"
II believe ave got a slight recol-
lection O. the nipper. SIR" Mother
jerks answered cautiously. To herself
she said: II s'y. 'Enr!etta, 'ere's n
pretty 20. e don't know the lamb is
livin' an IN the next room! Ny word.
wot a riot wen e meets err
II will see you again, Mrs. jerks. I
must have a long talk with YOU" RI
cardo told her, and passed on into the
palace; whereupon Mother Jenks once
more fervently implored the Almighty
to strike her pink. and the iron re-
straint Of long, hard, exciting day be-
Ing relaxed at last. the good soul
bowed her gray head in her arms and
wept, moving her body from side to
side the while and demanding. Of no
one In particular. q single legitimate
reason why she. q blooming old bag
gage and not at to live. should be the
recipient Of such manifold blessings
as this day had brought forth.
I'm the meantime Ricardo. with his
hand on the knob OF the door leading
to the room where Webster was having
his wounds dressed, paused suddenly,
his attention caught by the sound of q
sob, long-drawn and inexpressibiy pa.
thetfc. He listened and made ND his
mind that woman In the room across
the entrance hall was bewailing the
death Of q loved one who answered to
the name Of Caliph and John, darling.
Further savesdrppping convinced him
that Caliph. John, darling, and Mr..
John Stuart Webster were one and the
same person, and 80 he tilted his head
on one side like a cock robin and con.
sidered.
"By lingo. that's most interesting," {"
he decided. "The wounded hero has
a sweetheart ora wife-and an Amer.
lean. too. She must be q recent ac-
quisition. because all the time we were
together on the steamer coming down
here he mover spoke Of eithee, despite
the fact that we got friendly enough
eor such csnndences. Something fun
ny about this. I'd better sound the old
boy before start passing out words
Of comfort to that unhappy female"
he passed on into the room. John
Stuart Webster had, by this time, been
washed and bandaged. and one Of the
sarros servants (for the ex-dictator's
retinue still occupied the palace) had,
at DR.. PachecO's command, prepared q
guest chamber upstairs and furnished
a night gown Of ample proportions 10
cover Mr.. Webster's bebandaged but
otherwise naked person. A stretcher
had just arrived, and the wounded man
was about to be carried upstairs. The
late financial hacker Of the revolution
was looking very pale and dispirited; {;
for once in his life his whimsical, BAN
tering nature was subdued. His eyes
were closed, and he did not open them
when Ricardo entered
"Well, ] have Sarros," the latter de-
clared.
Webster paid not the slightest atten-
don to this announcement. Ricardo
bent over him. "Jack, old boy" he
queried, "do you know . person OF
feminine persuasion who calls you O.
liphf"
John Stuart webster's eyes and
mouth few wide open. "What the
devili !" he tried to roar. "You haven't
been speaking to her, have your II
you have. I'll never forgive you. be-
cause you've spoiled my little surprise
party"
mo. haven't been speaking to her.
but she's In the next room crying a.
to break her heart because she thinks
you've been killed"
"You scOundrel! Aren't you humanf
Go tell her It's only couple Of pune.
lures. not blowout" He sighed
isn't II sweet Of her to weep over an
cid hnnks Nike mel" he added softly.
"Pless her tender hearth
WHO 10 shef" Ricardo was very
euriCuh
Thafs none s' your business. You
w-'' and III tell you. Sbe~ ths sr--.
I told you was going 70 bring to din
ner. and that's enough for you To know
fer the present. vaya. you idiot. and
bring her In here, % can assure her
NJ hHod r b1oodv hut unboVed. Doe.