The diamond drill., 1921-11-26

dy was TO keep the envelope and give
Il TO his-Air. Dudley's-represept
tive, whoever that might be-"
Talk about plots thickening! This
one was already as thick as inolasses
I'm the dead OF winterl
"How were you 10 know this repre-
sentative II one should conner" edged
In cautiously.
II don't know" she replied simply.
II should suppose he would be able
TO identify himself In some way.
though; shouldn't you? That Is. II he
ever comes"
"Sure; nothing easier. OF course"
/ agreed; and then. since we seemed
to have scraped the bottom OF the Gin
nabar dish clean switched of to
something else.
"when we were coming up the road
q while back, Miss Jeanie, you gath
cred the impression that was crazy
man. didn't your"
Didn't you try 10 give me that Inn
pressionY' she countered.
II fancy I didn't have to try very
hard-'nasmuch as you had been
spending the afternoon In Atropia."
She forced queer little laugh and
bent lower over her knitting.
"when you were In Atropla, did you
see or hear anything Of the other crazy
manY'
us there another oneY' she asked.
bit breathlessly.
II was told so In Angels this after
noon"
.Is this other man a friend Of
yours?" she wanted to know.
"You could scarcely call him that;
I've met him only once. He is q MIN
Ing engineer and his name Is Buller-
ton-Charles Bullerton."
II had reached up and got her pis-
tol out OF Its holster over the manteI
to bang II or into the fireplace sha
could hardly have been more startled.
"Ch-Charles Bullerton?" she stam-
mered. 'Is Mr.. Bullerton here?"
"Not here, exactly, but he was In
Atropia two days ago. Do you, by
any chance. happen to know himf"
"oh. yes; qui-quite we'll"
"Then, naturally, you know best
whether or not he is In my class--the
crazy class, mean"
Once more she let the blue eyes
drop TO her knitting, and IL I wasn't
mistaken the pretty lips were twisting
themselves In a sort of wry smile.
'-rhe last time / saw him he told
me he was crazy" she admitted.
isn't this delightful - I mnrmured.
"Bullerton Is crazy and I'm crazy;
perhaps we are all bit crazy. Do
you know, Miss Jeanie. that / have
come thousands Of miles to find your"
ITO find meT'--the blue eyes were
as round as the fuu moon.
Even SO; you, your horse and your
dog. Would you--er-would you per-
init an exceedingly personal question?
Remembering always that IL is put
by man who has lost his wlts7 Have
You a small brown mole on your left
shoulder?"
She blushed very fetchIngly; even
the handsome mountain wind tan
wasn't brown enough 90 hide II.
Il think you are crazy--completely
crazy"
Certainly I am; there hasn't been
the slightest doubt of Il sInce--well.
since about two weeks ago. when I
started TO hunt for yon and ple-
faced dog and plebald horse"
There was silence before the fire
for long minute and began 10 be
afraid Daddy Hiram would come back
before anything else happened. Then
she said. with more curiosity than re-
sentiment, thought:
"How did you know about the
moler
"Then there is oneY I questioned
eagerly.
"Y-yes."
"Glory bel" chanted. "you don't
know what load you have lifted from
whatever poor fragment Of mind
have left r.
Again she said: II don't know what
you mean"
"Just you walt" / begged. II haze
lucid intervals at times all crazy fl' =
do. you know. When my next ofs
comes along I'll explain as much ns I
can--which isn't nearly as much as
you might think. mt that
II was just at this moment that her
father returned. SO she went on with
her sock-knitting while we two men
talked bit and had a bedtime smoke.
Pretty soon j began to get sleepy
a natural consequence OF the strenu-
Gus day--and at the third yawn, which
I was trying vainly 20 hide. Daddy
Twombly lighted a candle and offered
to show me my bunk.
This proved to be In the cabin loft.
as the biueeyed maiden had threat
ened, and the stair was just COM
mon ladder. Father Hiram left me
the candle and I had blown the light
out and rolled myself In the blankets
before I realized that the loft must
be directly over the room with the