The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-04-07

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aal Of MotAsrs guests have q pAst.
you know. They're the submerged
white tenth Of Sohrante.
Then my benefactor must cali 20
sec me heref" 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 cantina-
Of El Been Amigo had been unusually
brisk; 90 since he desired to exhibit
the old lady at her best, he concluded
Il might be well to spar for wind.
Tomorrow At TO-" he declared. Do
ieres inclined her head. Something
told her she haA better leave al future
Details to the amiabls william.
Il remember you inquired for your
friend. Mr.. Webster. when you came
aboard the steamer"
Il remember 1t, too" Billy countered
ruefully. II can't imagine what's be-
come Of him. Miss Ruey, did you
ever 20 to meet the only human being
In the world and discover that for
some mysterious reason he had failed
10 keep the appointment Miss Ruey,
youn have to meet old John Stuart
the minute he lights In Buenaventdra.
He's some boy"
"Old John Stuartr she queried.
"How oldr'
"Oh. thirty-nine or forty on actual
count. but one Of the kind that will
i've to be q thousand and then have
to be killed with an axe. He's com.
Ing to Sebrante to help me put over q
mining deal"
"How interesting, Mr.. Gearyi No
wonder you were disappointed"
The last sentence was a shaft DELHI
erately launched; to Dolores delight
It made a keyhole IN Billy Geary's
heart.
Don't get me wrong. Miss Ruey,"
he FASTENED to assure her. II have q
good mine. but I'd trade It for hand.
shake from Jacki The good Lsrd only
published enc 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 dsspairing. the possessor of
Q concession on . fortune, but with
cut centavo in my pockets to buy a
banana, when I was q veritabie beach.
comber and existing on the charity Of
Mother jerks, managed finally to
communicate with old Jack and told
him where was and what had.
There's his answer. Miss Ruey, and
I'm not ashamed to say that when I
got Il cried like Q kid" And Billy
handed her John Stuart websters re.
markable cablegram, the receipt Of
which had. for Billy Geary, trans
formed night into day. purgatory into
paradise. Dolores read 1t.
mo wonder you love him." she Do
clared, and added artleesly: 'His
wife must simply adore him."
He has no wife to bother his life,
SO he paddles his own CANOE" Billy
recited. II don't believe the old sour
dough has ever been In love with any.
thing more charming than the goddess
or fortune. Hes woman-proof"
About Mrs. Jenks." Dolores contin-
ued, abruptly changing the subject.
How nice to reflect that after she
had trusted you and believed In you
when you were penniless. you were
enabled to Justify her faith"
You bstI" Billy declared. II feel
that I can never possibly hope to
catch even with the old Samaritan.
although I did try to show her how
much appreciated her"
! dare say ySu wen. right out and
bought her an impossible hat" Dolores
challenged roguishly.
mo, didn't for q very sufficient
reason. Down here the ladies do not
wear hats. But I'll tell you what I did
buy her, Miss Rusy-and oh, by
George, I'm glad now I did II. She'll
wear them tomorrow when brinr her
to see you. I bought her a new black
SILK dress and an old-lace collar. and
gold breast pin and a tortoise shell
hair comb and hired an open carriage
and took her for an evening ride on
the Aalecon to listen to the band con-
cert"
did she like that?"
"She ate II up." Billy declared with
conviction. II think 1t was her frst
adventure In democracy"
Billy's pulse was still far from nor
NAL when he reached El Buen Amigo,
for he was infused with q strange,
new-found warmth that burned like
malarial fever. but wasn't. He wasted
no preliminaries on Mother jerks, but
bluntly acquainted her with the facts
In the case.
Mother jerks eyed him a moment
wildly. "Gords TRUTH she gasped;
shs reached fer her favoYits elixir, but
Billy get ths bsttie nrst.
Nothing deins." he warned this
strange publican. Mother, you're
funkins it-and what would your
sainted Emery say to thatf Do you
want that angel to kiss you and ret a