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


rusty hat.
Did your grandpa send your"
"Uh-huhl I brung y'u a letter.
Granpa tends t tn post Office now.
The oil postmaster had a stroke night
bfore last, an hain't knowed nothin'
since So gran'pa tends to It."
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.
"Huhl That's a funny name-ler a
girl"
But she was too busy with the let
Ter to notice the remark. It was ad-
dressed in a very bold and legihle
hand: Box %, Buckeye, Ind. The
postmark she could not be sure of. It
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 I 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-
pe Gee! but l wus skeered when
saw him a-comin' down tn road! He
@us awful mad an a-swearin' to his
self. He slashed at me with switch.
But ducked, an cut dirt, an Skinned
over tn fence. When I 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
10 acquire.
How is your grandma today?"
"Oh, she's well ag'in. She cooks
lots Of things now. She fried me
some screw-cakes yisterd'y."
He was gone-"1icketv-spl
The girl closed the door, laughing
softly, and turned toward the curtains.
The Pearlhunter was just coming
through them. at couldn't have
nrned out better" he said "The
dark, one stroke more, and things will
fake a turnS'
THAT stroke" She was very
thoughtful, her eyes searching the side
Of his face toward her. "You speak
1t il lightly; but so you spoke of that
Dreadful fight with the mob"
He sat st1ll a long time.
7 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
ASH no better backin' in a tight place"
Her face lighted
Then why not take me with you?'
lie started, turned his slow eyes
toward her. A moment he studied
aer' and then shook his head.
'No'-the word seemed final. 'It
Wuat do for girl--a lady-to hear
N4at viii have to be heard tonight;
1Ha see what win have to be seen"
tier eyes dropped; so did his. They
Haa4 met at the same focus-the letter
IN her hand. She passed it to him. He
turned II over and over, looked at the
.oaress, the postscript, and handed it
taca.
never got letter in my life," he
faleI nor wrote one"
Neither did l." She turned the let
yer over and over, studying 1t. BOX
<" she mused. ITS for Daddy! He
2olan't read it. even if he were here.
w. You think | should open it?"
les, | think you should" he adj
glsed.
>ae tore open the end of the envel-
abe and drew out folded sheet Of
gal cap. As she unfoded it, a bin
greenback- fell out upon her lap.
sic pounced upon it.
fifty dollalsi Why-why-r
he letter viii tell" he said, lean
Pig eagerly toward her.
She unfolded the stiff sheet the IN.
4eF side Of it covered with the letter,
H5feH In clear, readable hand:
incomes. Ind, June u, Isl.
@F Dear Colonel:
Enclosed I am sending the usual
4 ~ remittance, as per your order
u G you left.
".1E haven't you answered any Of
n letters? l have sent the remit
u ,a4-e regularly but have rot heard
q 'a from you for nearly seven years.
4 - have repeatedly told you. your
mas increased till 1 hardly know
y invest it further. II don't
ron you | shall have to come
T. 6lc''eTe for a consultation.
n +"- Alte girl-little Hesper Dawn
81 ne quite a woman now. ASH
Ei5Eeu you, her grandfather. old
.a."n died last year. He re-
u US last hours and left her
.As fortune, which, as you
esea more considerable than
The estate is In my hands
convey to her. The legal age
p this state IS eighteen.