The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-08-11

T. An amused twinkle appeared IN
Dale: c.es as Bradley; put me tray
down Oh the soapbox There was
enough for Ave threshIng-machi..u \
hands! The black boy was sent to the
front door TO wait.
Il thought you'd be as hungry as
l am, and I'm as hungry as poor old
BY Heck ever wasl" laughed the
major, as he sat down and began to
pour the coffee. Riding always made
me as hungry as a bear In April. Light
right into 1t, Dale. There's nothing
Ike a good steak, for any meal, when
q Fellow Is half starved; eh, Dale7
Try that one. won't your told Massen-
gale Ia cause his beheadment IL thesa
steaks weren't perfect. Massengale," he
added. runs the hotel here, the EN-.
reka Funeral Parlors, and. the One
Price Clothing Emporium"
II wonder" smiled Bill Dale, what
ne does with his spare timer"
Bradley laughed. his eyes twinkling
merrily. Dale found that he too was
hungry, now that savory odors had
invaded his nostrils. minute later
and he had pronounced his steak deli
cious.
'Massengale shall not suffer be-
headment." said the major; and he
began to carve his own steak.
1t was an excellent meal, the grim
surroundings Notwithstanding. When
II was over. the negro boy came and
took away the dishes, and received
with gladstone grin the two silver
coins that were given him. Then Brad
ley produced a handful Of cigars, and
two OF them were promptly lighted.
Now, SIR" said the old LAWYER, 81
1eei like talking. Let's see, you gave
your man Hayes orders to carry the
work right along as though nothing
had happened, didn't you? And the
sherin is to go back the day after to-
morrow to arrest two or three Balls
and two or three Torreys, to see what
ne can md out concerning the dyna-
miting of the two buildings and the
/ trestle-today was not a good time to
make the arrests. Am l correct?"
Correct" nodded Dale.
Bradley regarded his cigar thought.
fully.
Now" he sald In a low tone, sud-
denly lifting his gaze to the others
Iace, tell me about the thing that
brought you here. Don't omit even the
slightest detail. Nobody can overhear
you II you will hold your voice down.
These walls are very thick. you see.
Well, you may begin"
In carefully guarded tones, Bill
Dale gave a straightforward account
OF the whole unfortunate occurrence.
Tie major listened intently to every
word Of 1t, SO intently that he allowed
MS cigar to go out. Often he stopped
MS client and asked him to repeat GER
tain portions Of the story In order
that he might be doubly sure of a
point
AS Major Bradley rose to ask the
5ailer to come and let him out. Dale
muttered downheartedly:
! Tell me. major: what do you think
OF my case7 1t looks rather bad,
, doesn't u7''
Not bad enough to warrant your
feeling blue over 1t, my boyl" said
Bradley, showing his polished white
teeth In smile that was meant to be
reassuring. II think we'l get you out
or It Anyway. don't worry about it
Worry will kill cat. they sayl Yon
didn't kill Adam Ball. John Moreland
had taught you how to shoot pretty
well; and II you took even half as
careful an aim as you think you did,
you couldn't have missed Balls hat by
SO much.
Il have an idea, Dale" he resumed
that II we knew who fired that third
shot we'd know who did for Ball. 1t
might have been done in order to save
you. Ball was noted, I understand as
an unfair and tricky fighter. He might
have been trying to trick you when