Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1922-10-12
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JEWELS; Z
By ROBERT W CHAMBERS
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The priceless gem, the Flaming
Jewel, had been first stolen from the
Countess of Esthonia by the great
international thief, Quintana. Love
Of the now beggared countess caused
James DaITagh to trace gem to the
disreputable ''hotel'' in the Adron-
dacks owned by Mike Clinch, who
had stolen the jewel from Quintana.
Under the name of Hal Smith, OAR
ragh works in Clinch's Dump, where
he. meets Clinch's beautiful step
daughter, Eve Strayer, the one good
influence in the crime-spotted career
Of Clinch.
When Quintana and his gang ar
rive and seek to regain their loot
from Clinch, Eve is sent to hide
the jewel in the ''hootch-cacke." She
is captured by Quintana, threatened
with torture but escapes and is
brought back to camp by State
trooper StOfmont.
Co on With the Story
EPISODE FOUR
A Private War
CHAPTER |
When State Trooper Stormont
rode up to Clinch's with Eve Stray
en- lying in his arms, Mike Clinch
strobe out of the motley crowd
around the tavern, Laid his rifle
against tree, and stretched forth
his powerful hands to receive his
stepchild
He held her, Graded, looking down
at her in silence as the men clustered
around.
Eve" he said hoarsely, "be you
hurted?"
The girl opened her sky-bluc eyes.
Pm all right dad, just
tired I've got your parcel
-. safe ="
''To hell with the gol-dinged par
cell" he almost sobbed did Quin-
tana harm your"
No, dad"
AS he carried her to The veranda
The packet fell from her cramped
fingers. Clinch kicked it under a
chair and continued on into the
E3use and up the stairs to Ewes bed
rOpm
Flat on the bed, the girl opened
her drowsy eyes again, unSmiling.
"Did that dirty louise misuse you?"
demanded Chnch unsteady. "G'wan
tell me, grille"
He knocked me down He
went away to get fire to make me
talk / cut up the blanket tbey gave
over the cliff into the big pine below.
me and made a rope. Then ] went
That was all, dad"
Clinch filled a tin basin and
washed the girls torn feet. When
he had dried them Re kissed them.
She self his unshaven ling trembling,
heard him whimper for the first time
in his life.
Why the hell didn't you give
Quintana me pachet?" he demanded.
What does that count for-what
does any damn thing count for
against you, girlie?"
She looked up at him out of heavy
lidded eyes: You told me to take
good care of it,"
TITS only little truck I'd laid by
for YOU" he retorted unsteadily, 49,
few trifles for to make a grand
lady of you when the times ripe.
'Tain't worth a thorn in your little
foot to me The hull gol-dinged
world full O. money amt worth chat
there stone-bruise onto them little
white feet O. yourn, Eve.
Look at you now-my God, look
at you there, all peaked an scairt
an bleedih'-plum tuckered out, N
All ragged m dirty"
A blaze of fury flared in his small
pale eyes: And he hit you, too.
did he?-that skunk Quintana done
that to my little grille, did he?"
Il don't know if it was Quintana.
| don't know who he was, dad" she
murmurde drowsily.
Masked, want he?"
Yes"
Clinch's iron visage twitched and
quivered. He gnawed his thin lips
into control:
Grille, | gotta go out spell. But
| amt a-leavin' you alone here. I'll
git somebody to set up with yoI. You
just lie snug and don't think about
nothin' till / come back"
yes, dad" she sighed, closing her
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