tr r y? Ri 4 V , ; v r;'.. tSVTi' " Til' tfift '. T ??rvv W,;,f t '. EVENING PUBLIC ILEDGEi-PHDJADELPHIA, SATtBDAY, AUGUST 13, 1921 THE VAGRANT DUKE By GEORGE GIBBS . r "The Splendid Outcast," "The Yellow Dove," "The Secret 'AJhor or tnv v witness," Etc. CopvrtoM, toil, bv D. Appltton f Co. rrTnBmNS THE STOBV Nicholaevitch. Iiuan W'Tnuke dispossessed byrevolu nl .v.hVmu to America as a V i fir""" ship, and finds " ' Vroifpr on the estate of VJk. ileauire; goes to his J'tUnriinoton County and asks PXiSiVuattKe station the toay V H ttnrk his destination. She thaikhd of a job he is 1' i, AouT and he sous ho sup f u Jm have to look after the CSTllBBB IT CONTINUES I-r Preserve I Sorry. Mr. what's n jour name Mcnou- put in Peter ,"TtUT 2S2fM- Peter Nichols, oil I have f " .'.w xnu'ro apt to havo a hard ? t. nMlnBt tl" translated ivxes, " -- im ,1,1 stepped in the middle of the ifiTt h Cnds on her hips and Mud nt the PurnlipB sky. Her KK wi much like her slnglng-lt K& to Parage laugh (and why 5t5n'i they?). Then while he won Sfth.t WW1 o amusing die looked 'sgainstit. ycumean. You're &U, aren't you?" Trtpres I am. . 'Mhiubt to. Thoro was ono of yW In the gto factory. He always Th TU work in a gls factory?" iiwintrrs. Manufncturln' whisky :. L.r bottles. Nowwo'rogotn my, THE GUMPS Times Have Changed By Sidney Smith I SR'-i- Manufnctiirln' whisky j- "'Vr;., .I vM wn'rn trn n' IV Mra POP and nursln' hot f.'-ifc&P in the factory?" ' "Ym and In the office. I enn short- ujand type a little." I Iou nust bo clad when n summer can't turn something. you I . i. i "I am. m mm j .-..I without brenkln hy dock you for that "And that's whyf you sing when T"'I suDDOie no. I like the open. nn't right to be cooped up. . Trhw were getting along beautifully md Peter wbb even beginning to for Set the weight of his heavy bag. She is a quaint rrcnture and quite as unconscious of him as though he hndn t existed. He was just somebody to talk to. Peter ventured. Er would you mind, telling mo ...... .,?" vghe looked at him and laughed friendly. , I "You must nave bwhiiowcu a cuiw dlsni, Mr. Nichols. Hut everybody in Black Hock knows everybody else more'n they want to. I guess. There's no reason I shouldn't tell you. I don't mind your knowlu'. My name !t Beth Cameron." "Beth 1" "Yen, Bess the minister had n lisp. Peter didn't lack a sense of humor. "Funny, isn't it?" she queried with It tmlle as he laughed, "beln' tied up for life to a name Hue that just ue am the parson couldn't talk straight." "Beth," he repented, -nut i ukc It's like tou. I hone you'll let ml come to sec you when I get settled." I "H.m." she said nuizzicnllv. "You Won't believe In wastin' your time, do en?" And then, after n nrict pause. PTou know they call us Plneys bnck feere la the barrens, but just the sumu te think a lot of oum-lvus and we re I llttlo offish with city folks. You can't be too particular nowndnys about tho kind of people you go with." Peter stared at her and grinned, his tense of the situation more keenly touched than she could be aware of. "Particular, arc you? I'm glad of that. All the more credit to me if you'll be my friend." "ldlda t say I was your friend." "But you're going to bo, nrcn't you? I know something about singing. I've studied music. Perhaps I could help jou." "Tou! You've studied? Lord of lou! You're not lyln', nro you?" He laughed. "Xo. I'm not ly.ing. I was educated to be n musician." Bh stared nt him now with n new Sook tn her ejes but said nothing. So 'eter spoke again. "Do you mean to say you've never bought of studying singing?" un, yes," she said slowly at last, Ive thoutrht of it. iimt iin T'vn tlinntrht pf'gola' In the movies nnd mnkln' o failllon dollars. Lots of good thlnkin' loots I" 'You've thought of tho movies?" Yes. Once. A elrl went from flip mu factory. Sho does extra ladles. I visited back here last winter. I Wdn't like what it did to her." un i I'etcr wns silent for a while, RV' x, '9 pellucid meaning of her it. lie was learning quite as much Kt did. Itllf ha ni.n.ln.1 H. linn f thought suggested. "v.. j; -.. :, . ....... .y uu Bel lIre(1 ot jjincK HOCK hen!" "I wmiM t 1 l.o.i ii.. t... .... P,a!1 ,lay- and seo here Mr. f.r-Mchols If I asked s nVnnv niiPR. l..Bi.",.r" ,' I,(l 1"ow nshi'mch ns 'anlel Webster " im wry," said Peter, "I beg our pardon. i?L wlikc(1 on 1 silence for n few Amenta. Pot- .. u.. i.i i. , I extraordinary crenturo that chance d thrown in his way. Ho could i-ce I Wfls quite capable of looking for herself and thnt If her smattcr- . il ui"'iucntion had opened her ti. " ,rm l much harmed her. , m really wanted to ask hpr many ... .,. ,""; uut lu lc "o truin M ? ,lttl0 ln nwo of Iler dry humor ill?. lm(l ? Ul"11 (t Primitive oin lC9 nnd of her laughter which he m ?.V.urc, Wl"1 more than with. But he had, in spite of her. peered U moment into the hidden places of mind nnd spirit nted I i V in,n"'1011 thnt she re- ni i. ,".1 ""'" nnruiy ninmo ner, te. iiCy I'D'1 mct 0l,ly oBhtecn niin- n,7. u , lrucu mong beside him ;?" (,l,lt0 ""nwnre of the end Shf i..n.co u0r of ,he thoughts thnt ?S:.hJ!V0. bc? pasblng In his mind. ,- imn who broko the silence. t? jour bag heavy?" bhe naked. "ii snid Peter, itlon from his ,.-- v hit 11 I'll ri V IlAfA y? yes. It's just a mllo nr on " tU rl, ' t. , 'iviWJ- -m0PJ""P . .....,, nun. i.iv ioTonenii. m J vut aren't u- ,.!,. i in "Oh. vu t.t ;""' ","0. Pi. r " J"ht " miio 'ffi.!lr1)l",(l "J bug. Jwts hat you said It LHe, was, back L'thit 11. MH'' maybe lt n't so far fMle." Let me cnrry your ha jPffiVf?".' ,1D r0Be' tok the bag TirMt.-Vnd nnd followed. 4'&'-a'!: Tfm , ""' i iiu iiixj uypiein H Coru!wn ''evo.yc!'" . . . PW that .?.- ,l " . ,"llll's'. .Dlu " Etw bIka Ti ",0 '""K'ung nt nun, lie w also that his hag welched moro Utah. rmy V.a.ck- Jt fceemeil, too, i fid ,hH i,,n muc1' '"er than U teii.i "rc niso tnat tiiero w ?urn'?us '"""or ' tlfe snillo shu ''n;:""" " mm. '..""Villi a a iiirv it.i..,v i. t UkU'iM. i i . "": nuun u long r . "AiS'lS-1 U the least." ga.ped kC Jml " J'"" don't obJcct to mv rH nt Jl.st, ono more question." ,on grimly, i'd uty u me what Is frightening Mr. Jonathan K. McGulre?" Oh. Mctlllr. T flnn'f bnntu. Nn. body Joes. He's been hero n couplo of weeks now, cooped up in tho big house. Never cornea out. They sny ho Bees 6hosts and thlnga." "Ghosts I" Sho nodded. "Ho'e hired some of the men around hero to keep watch for them and thr say somo detectives- are coming. You'll help too, I guess." "That should be cosy' "Maybe. I don't know. My aunt works there. She's housekeeper. It's 6pooky, sho say, but sho can't afford to quit." "But thoy haven't seen anything" nuked Peter Incredulously. "No. Not yet. I guess If might relievo 'cm nomo if thevilld. It' nnlv tho things you don't see that ware you." "It sounds llko a Brent ileal nf nnn sense nbout nothing,1' muttered Peter. "All right. Walt until you get there ocioro you uo mucii tnlKln'." "I will, but I'm" not afraid of ghosts." And then, as an after thought. "Aro you?" "Not In daylight. But from what, Aunc xiuio sayis, it' must oe some thing moro than a ghost that's frighten in' Jonathan K. McGulro." "What docs she think It Is?" "Sho doesn't know. Mr. McGulro won't say. Ho won't allow anybody around the house without a pass. Oh, he's scared all right, and he's got inobt of Illnck Rock scared, loo. He wob never like this before." "Aro you scared?" asked Peter. "No. I don't think I am really. But It's spooky, and I don't enro much for bllOOtill'," "What makes you think there will be shooting?" "On account of the guns and pistols. Whntevcr the thing Is he's nfrnid of." Iic'h not goln' to let lt come near him if he can help lt. "Aunt Tilllo says thnt what with loaded rifles, shotguns and pistols lyln' loose In every room In tho Iioubc, It's ns much as your life is worth to do a bit of dustin. And the men Shad Wells, Jesse Brown, they all carry au tomntics. First thing they know they'll be kllli'n' somebody," sho finished with conviction. "Who is Shnd Wells ?" "My cousin, Sbadrack E. Wells. Ho was triplets. Tho other two died." "Shad." mused Peter. "Sounds llko n fish, doesn't lt? But he isn't." And then moro Blowly, "Shad's all right. He's juct a plain woodsman, but he doesn't kpow any thing nbout making the trees grow," she put in with prim Irony. ''You'll be his boss, I guess. He won't caro much about that." "Why?" "llecaubo ho's been runnln' things ln a way. I hope you get along with him." "So do I " "Because if you don't, Shad will cat you at one gobble." "Oh!" said Peter kith a smile. "But perhnps you exaggerate. Don't you think I might take two cr gobbles." Beth looked him over, and then smiled encouragingly "Mnybe," Mie f-ald. "but your hands don't look overstrong." Peter looked at his right hand curi ously. It was not as brown as hers, but the lingers were long and sinewy. "They nre, though. When you prac tice five hours a day on Jtlsc piano, your hands will do nlmost anything you want them to." A silence which Peter Improved by shifting his suitcase. The weight of it had censed to be amusing. And he was about to ask her how much further Black ltock was when there was a commotion down tho road ahead of them, as a dark object emerged from around the bend and amid a whirl of dust an automobile appeared. "It's the 'Lizzie,'" exclaimed Beth unemotionally. And in a moment the taxi service, of Blnck Rock was at Peter's disposal. "Carburetor trouble," explained the soiled young man at the wheel briefly, without apology. And with a glance at Peter's bag "Are you the man for McGulre'a on the 0:30?" IVter admitted that he was and the boy swung the door of the tonneau open. "In here with me, Beth," he said to the girl invitingly. In n moment, the small machine was whirled around and started in the di rection from which it bad come, bounc ing Peter from side to side and envel oping him in dust. Jim Hagerman's "Lizzie" wasted no time, once It eet nbout doing a thing, nnd in a few mo ments from the forest they emerged into a clearing Vhere there were cows in a meadow, and a view of houses. At the second of these, a frame house with a portico covered with vines and n small yard with a geranium bed,, all inclosed In n picket fence, the "Lizzie" suddenly stopped nnd Beth got down. "Much obliged, Jim," he heard her say. Almost beforo Peter had swept off his hut nnd the girl had nodded, the "Lizzie" was off again, through the village street, and so to a wooden bridge ncross n tea-colored stream, up a slight grade on the other side, where Jim Hngcrman stopped his machine nnd pointed to a road. "That's McGulre's In the pines. They won't let mo go no further." "How much do.,1 owe you?" asked Peter, getting down. "It's paid for, Mister. Slam the door, will ye?" And In another moment Peter was left alone. ' It was now after sunset, and the depths of tho wood were bathed In shadow. Peter took tho road Indicated nnd ina moment reached two stono pillars where a man wus standing. Beyond thu man he had a glimpse of lawns, a well-kept driveway which curved to ward thu wood. Thi; man at the gato was of about Peter's age, but tall and angular, well tanned by exposure and guvu an appearauco of intelligence and capacity. "I enmo to see Mr. McGulre," said Peter, amiably. "And what's your name?" "Nichols. I'm the new forester from New York." The young man at the gate smiled In n sntlrlrnl wav. "Nichols. That was tho name," he rumlnuted. And then with a shout to somo one in the woods below, "Hey, Anrlv. Comn take the sate." All the while Peter felt the gaze of tho young mnu going over him mluutely nnd found himself wondering whether or not thia was tho person who wns goln in tnltp him at u gobble. It was. for when the other man caino running Peter heard him call tho gatemnn, "Shnd." "Aro you Mr. Shnd Wells?" naked Peter politely, with the plensnnt nlr of one who hns mnde nn ngrccnble dis covery. "Thnt's my nnmo. Who told you?" "Miss Beth Cameron," replied Peter. "We canio part of the way together." "II-m! Come," he snid laconically and led the way up tho road toward tho house. Peter didn't think he wai very polite, JCONTINUEDMONDAX, . ' ISO "THERE AKC "WZ bOWMY Wi A tow o nxor 500 svck THICT Vt "SHOT To THE 4 NW-, M TrKX COST ZS BOOfVS rt V)V V2ST toAkO. 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