Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1922-03-30
! Was Looking at Jeanne When l Re.
piled.

Pueo. ~
Mr.. Beasley," I pointed out, Just to
see what he'd say. "You can't very
well close a business deal with your
prisoner, can you?"
Kill two r three birds with the one
rock" he mumbled, examining the
stripped half Of his breakfast finishing
corn cake into his capacious mouth.
"1'll chase you down to Angels and
turn you over to the majesty o. the
law-the same bein' by name old
Squire Dublin. Then I'll jump my
job O. sortin' out the bad angels from
amongst the good angels and go out
and rustic your bail. Time old Bill
Dubbin's chewin' over the law in sich
cases made and pervided-like he's
bound to do--I'll scrape up bunch o.
men and start 'em up hereaways to
begin on the repairs. How does oil
that strike your" g..
If my laugh was a bit grim there
was warrant for it.
1T strikes me fair in the empty
pocket, my good friend" l told him.
"Just at this present moment I
couldn't finance one solitary, lonesome
carpenter-to say nothing Of gang
Of them. with half dozen steam
filters and boilermakers thrown in"
"'Huh! workin' capital, you mean?
That's about the easiest thing this side
O. Hades-with mine like the old
Cinnabar-with no more water in 1t
than what can be pumped QUITO back
you. reckon your title to the prop
erty's all right, amt lit"
ut is; have deed from my grand
father" So much I said, but didn't
go on to explain how the quick wit of
a girl who now hated me had saved
that deed from being a mere scrap Of
waste paper. Not that knew how
she had done it-but the tangible fact
was safely in my pocket.
Fifteen minutes after this break
fast table talk was bidding tenn
porary good-by to the wreck on the
Cinnabar ledge, and was about to take
the road to Atropia with Reasley:
both of US intent upon catching ii way.
freight to Angels. Daddy had lent ms
the piebald polfy 70, TN Tile to the
railroad station-this either with or
without Jeanie's consent; didn't
know and forbore to ashland the
harlequin-faced dog was ready to trot
ct the pony's heels. But the blue-eyed
J maiden had shut herself up in her
room. and / thought she. wasn't going
to come out and see me of.
At the final moment, however, after
Beasley had already steered his nag
across the dump head, and l was
about to climb into my saddle. she
came to the cabin door, and was both
curiously embarrassed and a bit
breathless.
4 Please lone minute!" she begged !;
/ and as I took my foot out OF the stir
i*rup: "Do you know, what they have
done wtth-with-"
with Bullertonl" helped out.
No. I don't know; but I suppose
they've taken him on to the county
seat at Copah with the Others"
aThen-then- please let him COL II
you refuse to prosecute -
Make yourself entirely easy" I
broke In, q bit sourly, maybe. ''I'll
agree not to play the part Of the dog
IN the manger."
Thanh, you-so much!' she muir
INJURED and then she backed away
quickly and went in and on through
to the kitchen, leaving me to follow
Beasley, which ! did, with the sour
humor telling me that of all the puz.
cling, unaccountable things in world
sof 2enigmas, a woman's vagaries were
the least understandable. For, after
all was said and done, and after all
I that had happened and been made to
happen, it seemed to be, palpaDly ap.
parent that Jeanne Twombly was still
IN love with the jeet.
Continued Next Week,