The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-03-16


a very good liar. is he? What does
w. b. L.. of New York. want or the
Antrim sheep. and why should he
pay such high price for them!
This is indeed very mysterious,
Prudy."
do you suppose Miss Antrim
will agree to sell the sheep, my
friend?" Don Prudencio queried.
"Sell them? Of course she'll sell
them. You are her executor and
you recommend the sale, am her
friend and business adviser and |
certainly recommend it. and as the
probate judge knows nothing of
sheep and will he guided by such
experts as you and me in making
his decision. naturally he will sign
an order of sale. Have a drink.
iafter that long and interesting re-
port! p
"Weeth delight" said Don Pru-
dencio.
The following morning Don
Jaime motored in TO Los AlgOdOnes.
and Roberta accompanied him. As
they swung down the main street
past the Mansion house, with its
row of chair-warmers on the front
porch, Roberta started and laid a
half-detaining hand on Don james
arm.
i Jimmy, look! See that man
sitting on the right of the line
the one in the blue overalls and
canvas coat?"
'sYes.n
"He's a replica of my Uncle
Bill. If he had Uncle Bills clothes
on I'd get out and kiss him with
out question. Good gracious. what
a marked resemblance
!! "So?" murmured Don Jaime and
stepped on his foot throttle. "Now
that's mighty interesting"
He parked i'm front of the bank.
excused himself to Roberta, en-
tered and sought the cashier.
I'D" he said. yesterday ten
thousand dollars was wired here to
| the credit of the estate of Thomas
Antrim, as a first payment on ac-
count of the purchase. by one Blod
gett. of the Antrim sheep. That
young lady outside in my car is
/ Antrim's heir. Miss Roberta An.
trim. want to know what New
| York bank wired it"
"Certainly. don't think I vio-
late any confidence. The Twelfth
| National"
"Who ordered the transfer?"
"a man by the name of Glenn
Hackett."
Thanks" said Don Jaime, and
/ climbed back into the car with Ro
berta. When they were halfway
back to Vale Verde he said to her
very casually. "Do you know a
man in New York by the name of
Glenn Hackett?"
Roberta jerked erect with sur
prise. "Why. yesI He's one of my
dearest friends and my Uncle Bills
attorney. DO you know Glenn. Jim
my?"
"No-and hope I never do. \
dislike him very much. He's In
love with yOu?"
That's none of your business
and besides. IL ne were. .Iimmy.yon
couldn't expect me To discuss the
subject with you. Who mas been
telling you about Glenn HarkeitT
1.-The fairies" bon Jaime replied
systematically. And though lto
berta pressed min tn tell her more
| and employed every feminine vile
to break down his resolve MOI To
he refused AS they alighfed al the
hacienda the outrageous man still
further mystified ner by saying:
"And ! don't think SO much OF
your old Uncle Bill. either"
This statement when there was
not apparently any reason why
Uncle Bill should ever be the sub
ject of thought. was the final feath
er that broke the back of Roberta's
curiosity. Jimmy" she pleaded
would you care to save human
llife?"
"Some humans. You, for in
stance"
.'Then tell me what has lowered
my innocent Uncle Bill in your es
| timatiOn."
Hes cronked."
"Oh. Jimmy. he isn'tl His
friends call him Crooked Bill be
cause he's-well. rather joyonsl!
cunning and prudent But dishon
est-never J"
Hes on to boost the stock OF
this Glenn Hackett person to you
1 and To depress mine.
Roberta smiled small ana
knowing smile buf said nothing.
mo. ne doesn't play fair" Don
Jaime protested "He says on.
thing and means something else
so just for that I'm going to tax.
your Uncle Bill's conceit down a
couple of nofches."
"How do you know he doesni
nIay fair2"