The Daily Alaska empire., 1929-09-30

 Pell I'd have stayed in that awful prison another five years. Pell- he was a perfect friend. No man could be worthy of Pell
 Redslade fell silent. When l i looked up his head had sunk to the table on his folded arms.
 By the end of october the won- derful thing had happened to me. was sitting on the terrace of the Monte Hotel 5000 feet above the town of Funchal, looking down upon a sea than which nothing in the world was bluer-except the eyes of Mrs. Tom Grenofen, who sat beside me We discussed let ter from Somerfield.
 'The settlements died down" he wrote. "Redslade's lawyers have made a deal with the Fotherbury club and that deleterious object has disappeared from the landscape. Redslades not very rich; but he's got Newplace and Miss Vandenes- sen that was, and I don't think you can persuade him to play bridge at penny a thousand. The crown confiscated the treasure, of course.
 "The truth about old Fotherbury comes out by degrees. It's aston ishing. Laxton says he was one ol the most notorious gamblers in Europe up to three years ago, and Redslade was only the fattest of his many pigeons.
 "Redslade and Laxton are sworn brothers. Laxton told us how old Fotherbury discovered the jewelry. He'd never have found it if Lax ton hadn't almost pushed it at him!
 "Laxton had two men on the lookout. They saw Fotherbury come down to the diggings and take the stuff away the night before the end, tracked him back to the h. brary, and watched him put it into the old chest. They all got into the library the same night, took the lock of the chest out and put on one of their own. If Foth- erbury had tried to open it with his key, he'd have been startled!
 T go up to Woodcot sometimes with Andy to console your mother We're both broken hearted, tell Ve- ronica; we haven't quite forgiven you for running off with our little pal; but time works wonders" I did not read to Veronica the passage about her father. She shaped up with her little fists at some imaginary antagonist and launched straight right towards the Atlantic.
 Who's that for, Veronica?' I asked.
 ''The cub-the loathsome cub" .said she. T fell in love with you the moment you laid him out. I'm extraordinary partial to Bill Bar ker, with all his faults. But I al- most couldn't forgive him for the cub. He cultivated that worm ; but it's a funny world, old sober sides, aint it?'
 Most entertaining, I said. T mean if it hadn't been for Bill Barker towing his family down to Blackwater sos to play up to Fotherbury and marry his daugh- l ter to Newplace Abbey" Was that the true reason, Veron- ica?"
 1 "The one and only. All the same its funny old world--a delight ful, just, glorious, perfect old world ? T greatly approve of it." said I.
 but the immediate cause of this Itestimonial?"
 | Veronica got up and stood in front of me.
 Men" she exclaimed, "are the i iiOoo puQuCll-litdQtu CIcdtutcS cNci Invented. If it hadn't been for 1 Bill Barker's eccentricity, would there ever have been a runaway cob on the Hollam Bay road, or a
 voyage to St. Michael, or a trip to lMadeira?'
 i grabbed at her arm, but she Ieluded me. and I could not catch liner up till she reached a cul-de-
 sac in the grounds with pond ot
 water at the end of it, And there
 with many apologies, suitably con-
 'essed to her that it was indeed q
 delightful, just, glorious and perfect
 world replete with evidence of the
 ternal fitness of things. 1 Copyright, 1929, Wm. Morrow Co.,
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