The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-11-29

Westridge. 1t balled the heart out of me.
" Now, Missile I said you've got to
help me even this thing up. l DON'T
know nOthin' about your affairs-I don't
want TO know. But you've got to take
that same bunch of money and chance
it on something
"She shook her head, and I had a bad
hour. All along that sea-path, with the
fog lodging in and out, 1 kept right at
her; 1 never lost a step. 1 was old and
rich; money was nothin' to me.
" But what should I do with the
money!" she said, finally, in sort of
queer hesitation.
I'm tell you that tonight I an
swered." The huge creature seemed to
relax. as though there had been a vital
tension in the mere memory Of the
thing.
THAT cleaned up my end of it," he
continued, land after dinner when it
was getting a little dark, 1 llmped over
to the church. 1 had the last copy of
the Financial Register in my hand l
stopped in the door. The church was
closed and it was dark, but I didn't need
any light for the business I come on.
Governor says, the rest of this
jobs up to you. I'm agoin' to open this
magazine here in the dark and the first
page on the right-hand side is the thing
I'm agoin' to tell her to put the coin
on-Ready,' 1 says, go to it, and 1
folded back the page and went over to
the hotel"
Again he paused.
Il got a jolt when saw the page. 1t
was some sort of Canadian gold-mine, so
fishy that the letters had scales on 'em.
But I says to myself, That's the Gov
errors business an L cut 1t out, put it
into an envelope with the draft, and left
it at the desk for her"
He paused.
The next morning I slid out. Eight
months later the plague struck me.
crippled into England, asked her to hide
me while 1 died, and she put me here"
And the gold stock" 1 said. IT sup
pose it turned her out fortune?'
The energy came back for an instant
into his voice.
'It was so rotten. he replied, that
the Governor General OF Canada sum
moned all the victims to meet with him
for a conference in Montreal"
At this moment 1 caught the sound OF
motor entering the gates at some dis
lance through the park. The huge paraly
tic also heard it, and his attention was
no longer toward me. 1t was on the
COaCn-COlOISu
up at the end of the avenue of ancient
beech-trees.
1 looked with him.
girl helped out by footmen stepped
down into the avenue, carpeted now
with the yellow Autumn leaves. Even
at the distance it was impossible to mis-
take her; her charm. her beauty, were
the wonder of England. And on the in
slant, as in a flash of the eye. I recalled
| the painted picture hanging in a great
house in Berkeley Square, the picture
from which this creatures mutiliated
photograph had been taken. the picture
of a young girl, in an ancient chair,
] with no ornament but n bit of jade on a
cord about her neck.
IT'S the young Duchess Of Hurting
!, ham," 1 said.
| The big creature beside me was strug-
cling to rise, his voice in an excited flut-
| ter.
| sure" he said, God Almighty didn't
throw me down. When she went up tc
that conference in Montreal, He had
Young Nottingham on the spot-fine
straight. clean youngster as ever was
| avar horn. 1t was love her at sight; an
Irow''--he made a great gesture as though
Ito include something without a visible
nmit-"xho's got all these places in Eng