The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-04-21

OF climate to get rid Of that malaria.
Just show me this little old mining
claim Of yours, Bill, and then hike for
Gods country. Three months up there
VIII put you right again. and by the
time you get back, wen be about ready
to weigh the first cleanup"
Billy shook his head. "rd like TO
mighty well. jack" he replied, "but I
just can't"
"Huh l suppose You don't think I'm
equal to the task Of Strengthening out
this concession Of yours and making a
hummer out OF II, chr"
The young fellow looked across at
him sheepishly. "Mine" he jeered.
Who's talking about a mine. I'm
thinking Of a girlw
"Oh!"
"Some girl, Johnny"
Il hope she's not some parrakeet,"
Webster bantered. "Have you looked
up her pedigree?"
"Ah-h-h" Billy spat over the side In
sheer disgust. '"This is an American
girl-born here. but white-raised In
the o. 8. A. I've only known her
three weeks. but-ah" And Billy
kissed his hand into space.
"Well. I'm glad find you so happy,
boy. When do you pull off the we'd
ding?
Oh" said Billy, that's premature,
JACK. l haven't asked her. How
could until I'm able to support herr"
Look here, son." Webster replied.
don't you go to work and be the kind
or fool I was. You get married and
take chance. A man ought to marry
young, Bill. Hang the odds. know
what's good for YOU"
AT the hotel Billy sent a note to
Dolores. apprising her that John
Stuart Webster had arrived-and
would she he good enough to receive
thPm2
Miss Ruey would he that gracious.
she was waiting for them In the veran.
dn Inst off the patio, outwardly calm.
bur llwardly foment Of conflicting
em"tions. AS they approached she af-
f"cted not to see them and turning,
glanced In the opposite direction; nor
cid she move her head until Billy's
voice, speaking at her elbow, said:
"Well. Dolores, here's my old Jack
partner waiting to be introduced.
Jack. permit me- to present Miss Do
!ores Ruey."
She turned her face and rose gra.
ciously, marking with secret triumph
'he light Of recognition that leaned TO
his eyes. hovercd there the hundredth
part of second and departed, leaving
those keen, quizzical blue orbs apprais-
ing her In the most natural manner i'm
aElnable. Webster bowed
1T Is great happiness to meet you,
Miss Rney." he said gravely.
Dolores gave him her hand. "You
have doubtless forgotten Mr.. Webster,
but think we have met before"
Indeed" John Stuart Webster mur.
INJURED interestcdly. $50 stupid of me
not to remember. Where did we, ,meet?"
HE has profound sense Of hu.
NOR she soliloquzed. Hes going TO
force Inc into the open. Oh, dear, I'm
helpless" Aloud she said: "On the
train In Death valley last month, Mr..
Webster"
Webster shook his head slowly, as IL
mystiied. IL fear you're mistaken,
Miss Ruey. wasn't on the train In
Death valley last month. was in
Denver-sO you must have met some
other Mr.. Webster"
She flushed furiously. 81 didn't
think could he mistaken" she an.
swered n trifle cOldly
1T Is my misfortune that you were,r
he replied graciously. "Certniniy. hud
we met at that time. | should not have
failed to recognize you now. Some
how. Miss Huey. ! never have any
luck"
She was completely outgeneraled,
and having the good sense to realize Il.
submitted gracefully. Hes perfectly
horrible" she told herself, but at least
he can lie like gentleman-and al
ways did like that kind of man."
So they chatted on the veranda until
luncheon was announced and Dolores
left them to go to her room.
"Well?" Billy querled the moment
she was out of earshot. what do you
think, Johnny?"
81 think" said John Stuart Webster,
slowly, that you're a good picker, BIZ.
She's my ideal OF fine young woman,
and my advice to you is to marry her.
Ill grub-stake you. Bill, this stiff col.
lar Is choking me; wish you'd wait
here while go to my room and rustic
up soft one."
In the privacy Of his room John
Stuart Webster sat down on his bed
and held his head In his hands, for he
had just received q blow In the solar
plexus and was still grOggy. Present
ly, however, he pulled himself together
and approaching tie mirror looked
long at his weathsE-beaten counte-
nance.
'Too DID," he ui;irnurca. "toc old to
be dreaming dreams"
He changed to soft collar, and
when he descended to the patio to Join
Billy once more he was. to all outward
appearances, his usual unperturbed
self for his was one of those rare ma.
lures that can derive certain comfort