Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-02-19
CHAPTER xII-continaed.


rusty net.
did your grandpa send you?"
"Uh-huhl I brung y'u a letter.
Granpa tends t tn post Office now.
THE OF postmaster had a stroke night
bfore last, an hain't knowed nothin'
since So gran'pa tends to t."
He unbuttoned the bosom Of his
waist, drew out letter and handed it
over.
Air you Box 23?"
"I-yes-I guess so" was the
startled answer as she took the letter.
Huh! That's a funny name-Ier a
girl"
But she was too busy with the let
Ter to notice the remark. It was adj
dressed in a very bold and legible
hand: Box %, Buckeye, Ind. The
postmark she could not be sure of. 1t
appeared to be Vincennes, but some of
the letters were too dull to read with
certainty.
rs that your r'volverT"
There was not much chance to read
ietters-or do anything else-with a
youngster like that in the house.
Eyes. Have they found that man
that escaped from jail last night?"
Nav! An l hope they don't. I
met that timber buyin' Teller on the
way down here" He came near the
girls chair. IF they's anybody l hate,
It's him. Gran'pa says"-he leant
nearer, and spoke low-''he kills peo-
ple Gee! but l wus skeered when I
saw him a-comin' down tn road! He
wus awful mad, an a-swearin to his
self. He slashed at me with a switch.
But ducked, an cut dirt, an Skinned
over tn fence. When l looked back
be was a-goin' on toward town, an /
streaked it through tn woods lickety-
split,
The very information she had been
about TO venture forth into the woods
TO acquire.
"HOw is your grandma today?"
"0h, she's well ag'in. She cooks
lots Of things now. She fried me
some screw-cakes yisterd'y."
He was -'1ickety-split."
The girl closed the door, laughing
softly, and turned toward the curtains.
The Pearlhunter was just coming
through them. "It couldn't have
urned out better" he said. "The
dark, one stroke more, and things will
Jake a turnS'
THAT stroke!" She was very
thoughtful, her eyes searching the side
Of his face toward her. "You speak
1t it lightly; but so you spoke of that
jreadful fight with the mob"
lie sat still long time.
u don't know why I shouldn't tell
YOU" he said at last. "The only rea-
son ! didn't was to save you the
thought of it. But a girl like you'd
ASK no better backin' in tight place"
Her face lighted.
Then why not take me with your
lie started, turned his slow eyes
toward her, A moment he studied
aer, and then shook his head.
"No'-the word seemed final. 1T
~un.t do for a girl-a lady-to hear
what will have to be heard tonight;
'hd see what win have to be seen"
Her eyes dropped; so did his. They
Doth met at the same focus-the letter
IN her hand. She passed it to him. He
turned it over and over, looked at the
ADDRESS, the postscript, and handed it
back.
never got a letter in my life, he
taLa nor wrote one"
Neither did l." She turned the let
Yer over and over, studying 1t. BOX
- she unused. IT'S for Daddyl He
EoaIan't read ii, even if he were here.
oo You think l should open it?'
les, think you should" he ad-
ylsed
She tore open the end of the envel-
ape and drew out folded sheet Of
gal cap. AS she unfolded it. bin
"a Ereenback-- fell out upon her lap.
she pounced upon it.
Fifty doIlarsl Why-why-r
The letter viii tell" he said, lean
1s eagerly toward her.
Sire gnfolded the stiff sheet. the IN
l5E side Of it covered with the letter,
Written in clear, readable hand:
Incomes, Ind, June Is, Isl.
y Dear ColonG.
Enclosed am sending the usual
a'E remittance, as per your order
you left.
Why haven't You answered any Of
letters? have sent the remit
'aase regularly but have not heard a
from you for nearly seven years.
! have repeatedly told you. your
has increased till 1 hardly know
p invest it further. If l don't
rom you | shall have to come
Buckeye for a consultation.
little girl-little Hesper Dawn
Pc quite woman now. As I
Ten you, her grandfather. old
-'."n died last year. He re-
Dis lasJ hours and left her
a4s fortune, which. as you
-"ea more considerable than
iae estate IS Ia my hands
a he-, TIE legal age
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