East Oregonian : E.O., March 13, 1920, DAILY EVENING EDITION, Image 18

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DAILY EAST ORECJONIAN, PENDLETON, OREGON, SATURDAY, MARCH 13, 1020
PACH SIXTEEN
THERE was an under current of
excitement In Cedarvtll. The
eery atmosphere of the vil
lage wu tense and electric with amo
tion. Everybody seemed to be tuning
a deep eecret which he could not or
would not dlrulgc, and there waa a
rroeenc when old realdenta met
wnlch was unusual and entirely unlike
Ccdarrllle, which waa noted not only
for being a college center but alio for
being one of the most social and hos
pitable Tillages on the C. and A. rail
road. Something strange had happened,
that waa evident or was going to hap
pen something mysterious and some
thing that touched the Urea of a great
many person? Yet no one would
mention the matter to another, or ad
mit that there was anything unusual
troubling hli mind.
The fact waa. that during the past
week or more leading citizens had re
ceived strange and mysterious epistles
through the mail epistles written In
scarlet nion thin black paper. Each
epistle bore the enslgnia of the skull
and crossbones and eren possessed the
dank odor of parchments of bygone
agea, suggesting that they had been
hidden for centuries In tomb f sep
ulchre. Each of these eplstlles was
written In a bold, acrawllng band, and
read as follows:
.
g
SSI stood there before him like
an avenging angel. She Ig
nored the admiration gleaming
from his honest gray eyes.
Then catching sight of his good-natured
smile, she snapped:
"I I just hate people that never get
angry lust smile, smile."
That remark deepened the smile on
Nell Bumson's cheery face.
"But, alii lie, if you knew how exaa
peratingly pretty you look In one of
your, h'm! tantrums. If you keep
on "
"Tantrums! It's honest to goodness
disgust and Indifference to any flattery
you give me "
"As I was saying," resumed the Im
perturbable youth, "If you don't stop
looking so sggravatingly charging,
why. I shall be compelled to take you
in my arms."
"That's Just what fm trying to make
S speaking of airships, I took a
trip In one eighteen years ago,
and It was as One a plane as
any that are made today!" The speak
er knocked the ashea off of his cigar
and proceeded to tall his story.
Two men. casual acquaintances, were
sitting In the lobby of a middle west
ern hotel. They were both salesmen,
and were exchanging the details of
unique and extraordinary experiences.
"Yon see how It was," said th man
who had lntroduoed the airplane story,
settling down in his chair. "I was
traTellng out of St Louis, selling rub
ber goods in southern Illinois and Mis
aoart, and I might say in passing that
By strongest line were rubber-boots
which war a necessity In those days
in that part of the country.
"On this particular trip I am going
to tell you about, I eras on a train
bound for Centralla. We wer riding
along leisurely, taking our time as
oat trains In those dayr. were In the
habit of doing.
" I say 'hat we were riding leisurely
when suddenly I was literally lifted
ort of my seat and I found myself In
another Instant riding through epace
The
WHAT'S In the air?" asked
young Bill Sherwood of
"Slim" IJaker. the station
agent, wbu was standing In the door
way and playing nervously with the
awning rope.
"1 dunno." he replied, shaking hi
bead.
"You know If anybody does." said a
voice back of Bill Sherwood; "I heard
Ibis morning that you phoned a tele
gram over to Mary Goodwin, and now
she and 1 red ar gojng to the city.
I'll bet they've found John Thayer!
Kb. Baker?"
The speaker was Dale Morr;o. the
blacksmith He was an old resident of
Logansville and knew something about
the Thayer set ape and the looting "f
the LojtniTlllc bank eighteen -rs
before. "If Tlmvr ' . oine to life I'll
het he'll mate M I "i let Sb-lton. ' ob
H' ll (bi M.tfrwnllh v
: mi blunto th'ug about It,"
ro M M.
Id another minute tbe train bad
pulled Into the station, ane Mary
Goodwin nd bt-i brother Fred bad dis
A SUltMONa
Tou are hereby summoned to appear
at the Old Turnpike cemetery, Cedar
rule, Thursday night. Not. 20th. at II
o'clock sharp. The dead are risen and
allTe again 1 We must apeak to you of
matters that concern your eternal des
tiny. Tour refusal to obey this sum
mons will bring upon you the torments
of an haunted soul I
(Signed)
Squire Ebenezer Phllllbrown.
(Dead these forty years)
Deacon Jonathan Williams
(Departed these thirty years)
Captain Ignaclus Thompson.
(Being dead since Zachary Taylor was
president).
Over two hundred of these wlerd
epistles had been recelTed by citizens
of Cedarvllle. The recipients were all
practical men and women, and not be
lievers In ghosts or apparitions, and
yet this letter was so strange and un
usual and bore such convincing ear
marks of having emanated from the
City of the Dead, that It proved abso
lutely convincing, and all receiving the
letter deemed It wlso to keep their
own counsel (each believing that he
was undoubtedly the sole recipient)
and to meekly obey the summons upon
the night stipulated.
As It neared 12 o'clock on the night
of November 20th the moon shone
brightly and cast Its spectre shadows.
Over the
clear to you. Tou have done that for
the last time! Here, there's no use to
prolong the scene."
Millie stepped nearer, and snatching
the ring from her finger, she crushed
It down Into his hand.
Her companion's eyes clouded a lit
tle as he answered.
"I say, Millie, aren't you carrying
your little farce too far! It's only a
trivial thing and you know It
"Farce, Indeed! Neil Burnson.
There's another thing. You needn't
order those flowers for me; 111 tele
phone myself."
Then the fellow "that never got
mad" said hastily:
"See here, young lady, the next time
I order any flowers for you, you'll
wear them And when you want that
ring, you'll ask for It. Good-by."
And Nell was off. He didn't see the
girl's face pale, he was too angry to
at a tremendous rate of speed In as
line an airplane as the genius of man
could conceive!
"I was not alone, of course. There
was a driver with me I might say, a
chauffeur. I shall never forget him
He waa a sturdy, silent fellow who
was Indifferent to my presence and Bat
tight in his seat while he piloted that
big plane through the pathless air over
the villages and prairies of southern
Illinois. He had a black, closely
clipped mustache, and little, penetrat
ing eyes which he occasionally turned
upon me and looked through my soul
like an X-ray.
"Finding myself In this airplane,
plowing through space at a 50-mlle an
hour clip, I was naturally somewhat
disturbed and not a little frightened. I
couldn't understand how I got there.
The driver himself seemed a trifle sur
prised to Bee me, but he soon took my
presence, for granted. I was complete
ly bewildered by my surroundings and
situation. I speculated hopelessly,
and wondered if I had suddenly become
insane for I distinctly remembered
having taken the train out of St. Louis.
I tried to engage the driver In conver-
Love That Lived
appeared In a coach.
"I always believed in John Thayer,
and despite the evidence I never can
think be took that ten thousand!" said
Thomas Brooks, the white-ban ed hotel-keeper,
to a couple of village real
dents who walked with him down the
plank walk towards town.
For some reason the crowd at the
statipn followed .Brooks into the hotel.
Kverybody was interested and knew
that something was happening. They
were nearly all acquainted with the
LogansviHc bank robbery and general
ly supposed that John Thayer had ab
sconded with the funds. There was
Just one person In tin: town who knew
better, who waa positive about It, and
that tii Mary Goodwin, a young
woman to whom Thayer had been en
paged Through these eighteen years
'hi Imd refused to believe in his gull'.
a,.d MM now she was waiting, wltb
bS I'ft liert. for his return.
"It I as all mighty strange anyhow!"
,aW one of the old eettlera as the
rro. i st -iro md the betel lobby. "It
s a Strang thing. John Thayer was
ttMaelto'"Ce
It was a wonderful night to hold con
verse with the dead.
Leading citizens emerged from the
warmth and coaifort of their homes
and wended their way, with quaking
knees and beating hearts, to the Turn
pike cemetery, each seeking an unfre
quented path across fields and through
woods, and unconsciously they played
hide-and-seek with one-an other. It
may hare been merely curiosity that
prompted so many to take this mid
night walk to the old cemetery, and
most of them actually tried to make
themselves believe that this was the
case; but the fact waa, that everyone
of them felt not a little uncomfortable
as he approached the heavy foliage
and dark shadows of the cemetery.
They all finally reached the Turn
pike cemetery gate. It was not with
out surprise that the leading rttizens
discovered each other's presence and
compared notes and fcjund that they
all had received the same strange epis
tle and had been lured by its wlerd
concents to wander forth obedient to
Us Imperative bidding. It was a fact
that every man and woman of them
catch sight of her outstretched arms.
Why Millie Clayton should drop Into
a chair and burst into tears when she
bad accomplished the thing she desir
ed, was a mystery.
Soon, disgusted with herself, she
dashed away her tears.
"What a silly goose I am! Ill look
like a fright at the party this evening.
No Nell Burnson shall keep me away.
I must telephone soon for my flowers.
Neil always attends to it for me. But
I d don't care."
Half an hour later Millie called up
the florist and made him promise an
early delivery. She must have them
early. She banged up the receiver as
an outlet for her feelings.
A picture the girl made In herjthlm
mering party dress of pale green. It
set off the healthy pink In her face,
and her wavy brown hair, and her
brown eyes, still emitting defiance that
satlon repeatedly, but he was exceed
ingly non-communicative and simply
said over and over again, 'sit tight!
Sit tight! This Is the White Eagle!
We're on our way!'
"Of course, I knew we were 'on our
way," but where to was what Interest
ed me, and how In thunder I landed In
that airship! 'The White Eagle!' an
appropriate name I ruminated.
"Afteu fruitless speculation and
mental agony I finally decided to make
the best of tho situation and enjoy the
novel and wonderful experience. I had
long been Interested In the possibility
Of man's being able to build an airship
which would actually fly, and now I
was In one, and was flying, so decided
that I might as well "sitight" as I
was instructed and enjoy the adven
ture If that were possible.
"I asked the driver a thousand and
well thought of and was one Of the
comin" men of thfj county, and 1 be
lieve that he was gettln' to be too pop
ular to suit Rob'rt Shclton! "
"Well, It's all-flrcd queer, however
you figure it," responded someone in
the company. "And Baker, he knows
more than he's a'tellln'. Men, let's go
back to the station and make him show
his Jjand, tell us what was in that
blamed telegram!"
"It'a a go!" shouted the crowd, and
the men strode out of the hotel. Bak
er didn't want to talk. He was silent,
or tried to be "Let us see a copy of
that telegram!" demanded tbc crowd.
Reluctantly Baker produced a yellow
piece of paper and handed it to one of
tbe crowd who read It aloud. It was
from St. La 'a Hospital, Delphi City,
and read as folio :
"Miss Mary Goodwin. Logansville.
"Patient David Weston while under
ether in operation stated bis name to
b Jobo Thayer. He called repeatedly
for you. Will yon come?
Tin rM m t y.v a n D."
"My God!' exclaimed a do' n
ie- a . !? -LJ3-0-
Over the Top in
was credulous aud more than half
convinced and spoke In a whisper and
with quivering voice. The casting of
spectre shadows by the full moon, the
oppressive silence of the cemetery
all seemed to increase the company's
awe and uneasiness.
Suddenly Elder Green, one of the
most pious and respected citizens of
CedarTille, exclalned, "Sec! There's
one! He's coming toward us!"
The crowd looked with agitation and
no small degree of fear Into the soml
darkness of the cemetery; and behold,
a spectre form was emerging from be
hind William Stackpole's tombstone
and was stalking toward them! The
silence was oppressive and quite un
bearable. The spectre walked slowly
between grave stones, swaying slightly
as he walked, and putting forth his
long slender hands as If attempting to
grasp something, or as If blind, to
guide his steps! The form came on
straight toward the waiting throng,
finally he came close to the gate, stood
still, and seemed to be surveying the
company. Then he spoke, slowly. In
a hollow rattling voice.
but gate a sparkle to the portrait.
She gave a pat to the silky folds of
her dress, then looked at the clock.
"Eight o'clock, and no flowers have
come! And Vn patronized that florist
for bo long a time. I'll Just leave
him," she pouted.
She looked down at her girdle where
the flowers ought to be resting. Then
her glance traveled to her left hand.
"How quoer It seems with n no
r ring. But a girl can't wear every
thing," she argued Inwardly. ,"Oh, It
seems to so lonesome my ring and
him gone."
She looked In her inlrror and began
to study the radiant reflection In It.
"Perhaps I was too quick, and child
ish per-haps I was," she drawled.
"It I'm old enough to bo a society
woman, I'm old enough to have a little
patience with Neil. He's such a boy!
Besides, I do miss my ring and htm."
1 1
ssH gM :'
one questions, such as 'Who does this
maebine belong to? Where did It come
from? and Who are you anyhow?' To
all of these interrogations the driver
simply replied, 'Sit tight! This Is
the White Eagle! We are on our way!'
"Then Anally, I decided to look
down at the country we were flying
over. It was a fascinating pastime,
I can tell you. Vast prairies of waving
wheat and grain were spread out be
neath us; grazing cattle and horses
looked like moving Insects or ants;
Tillages appeared as if something
heavy had fallen upon them, and they
were all spread out or flattened out,
while church steeples looked like
toothpicks that had bceu fixed on a
doll's house.
"Suddenly 1 felt the machine trem
ble and shake, and the driver turned
to me and said, 'Hold tight! I'm go-
By Algia. Frances Brooks.
Toices in uniton. "It Is John Thayer,
and now that he's found it'll be the
penltentary for him!1'
Mary Goodwin and her brother
reached the hospital that evening
early. Thayer's doctor awaited them,
and taking them into a private consul
tation room told tbem the story.
"While under the ether," explain
ed the doctor, "the man told about
having been cashier of a bank in
Logansville, and he continually re
'peatod, 'Don't shoot! Don't shoot'"
"Ob, may I see him?" Miss Goodwin
exclaimed Impatiently.
She and h"r brother were straight
way ushered into the patient's room,
i be. man rose up slightly upon his pil
low and looked at tbe woman betore
him. For a moment be seemed dazed,
and then, when the woman smiled, be
reached out bis arms and exclaimed.
"Mary! It Is you, after all of these
yearsl"
"John. I haTe loved you all the tlm"
believed in you!" Falling do'n QP'
on her knees by the bed she kitM-d
bis hand lmpuirw-ely.
a Cemetery
"Enter yel Enter ye!" he com
manded. "Enter re Into the Kingdom
of the Dead!" Instantly the gate
swung open as If by magic, and two
hundred of Ccdarrille's most respect
ed citizens advanced with feeble and
hesitant steps Into the walled enclos
ure of the cemetery.
Almost simultaneously there was a
loud noise as though the earth were
quaking, and the wind was blowing
through the distant trees, and a count
less number of white apparelled forms
appeared as If out of their graves
seemingly from nowhere! They lined
up In a semicircle around the fright
ened, trembling company.
Then thero waa a full minute
what seemed to be an Interminable
length of time of heavy, awe-laden
silence, and a ghost stood forth and
spoke In a strange, subdued, delib
erate voice! "I am the ghost of Cap
tain Ignaclus Thompson! In behalf of
the dead, long resident In the Turnpike
cemetery, I bid you welcome. We
have called you hither to speak to you
of matters that vitally concern your
everlasting destiny!"
A loud peal at the door bell startled
her.
"There's the flowers. I'll go my
self." Sho tripped down the stairs,
and turned to open the door, and there
stood Nell with a box of flowers.
The girl's face lighted unconsctous
' ly. The young man's heart beat fast
er. "Why y, Nell Burnson, dldnt I tell
you not to engage "
Nell threw out his hand.
"When a young lady, one's own
fiancee," Millie's head lifted defiantly
"orders me on the telephone to bring
her flowers early, I obey." He ended
with alow bow.
"But I telephoned to th florist,"
explained Milly. '
"You thought you did, dear girl; but
your numbers got mixed. So here I
am ready to escort yoO to the party,"
and the shameless fellow calmly led
hite Eagle
ingto do a few figure eights and turn
over a few times! we're getting to
the. big city and I want to show 'em
what the White Eagle can do!'
"'What big cityr I gasped. In utter
bewilderment, clutching desperately to
the railing and trying Instinctively to
dig my toes Into the floor.
"'London!' he said.
"'London!' I ejaculated. 'Why man.
you're crazy er, that Is, I am! we
haven't crossed the pond yet!'
"'Hold tight!' he muttered again
through his teeth.
"And we plunged down, down! My
heart was In my mouth. I could hear
it pounding against my ribs and It
sounded louder than a clock. This was
worse than taking a drop in an eleva
tor from the twenty-second floor. The
engine breathed heavily, and seemed
to gasp, and then take another breatb.
"Help mo doctor, to sit up, 1 must
tell her all about it. She must know
the truth before I die "
"But you are going to live!" said
Dr. Maynard, smiling.
"For eighteen years, dear," the man
began, "ever since that awful nlgbtat
the bank, I have been alternately two
persona. I have been one, David Wes
ton, and tben. every once In a while,
something would tell mo that I was
John Thayer, but I couldn't make out
anything clear. It wasn't until after
my operation here (hat I could think
clearly, back of those cigbtotn years,
and suddenly while lying here it all
camn to me my name my real Identity-the
truth about Logautville, and
you and tbe bank. . . , You
know, my dear, I was nominated for
supervisor. Robert bbcltou was a
young man th-n Just aa I was, and
was very ambitious and was Jealous of
my popularity with th rank and file
of tie peopl In Logansville. He
ranted to be tho political power of the
t.p-n. anil be feared that be never
could realize his ambition wltbout re
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By
Thar was a pause In the speaker's
-Introductory remarks." Everybody
could hear his own breathing so tense
was tho silence and the excitement It
would be, expected that all present
would be fully conduced by this time
convinced that the ghost was pre
cisely whom he said he was, and that
all the other ghosts wore. genuine dis
embodied spirits, now haunting tho
darkness of the cemetery. Beyond a
doubt all present were convinced all
except one the redoubtable Captain
John Teasdalel
Captain Teasdale was one of this
strange company not because he was
oonvinced, but because he loved ex
citement and delighted In every oppor
tunity to eipose an lmposter. It must
also be remembered that Captain
Teasdale was a hero of the World
War, and Had Known what Jt Is to flirt
with death and to go over the top In
fighting tho kaiser's hordes In
France.
Tho captain could endure the situa
tion no longer, and elbowing his way
through the crowd be exclaimed,
"Men. this is a fake! a miserable fake!
the way to the living room.
MUlte went over to the window, and.
with her emotions In a tumult, stood
looking down the street.
Her companion produoed from his
pocket a little figure of a Cupid, which
he placed on top of the telephone cov
ering. The girl with troubled eyes still gaz
ed streetward.
Nol next took the ring and bung It
on the tip of Cupid's arrow. Then be
called :
"Come Millie, look at your lovely
flowers. The girl turned slowly,
caught sight of the ring sparkling Its
welcome, and with a little quivering
sigh she cried out:
"Oh, my dear, darling ring. ' I've
missed It so!" And she eagerly snatch
ed It from its place. Then she looked
at Nell, who tried his utmost to con
ceal the mlchfevous twinkle In his
eyes.
But Millie saw It and challenged:
"Why don't you say what a woman
would? that "If you wanted flowers
from me you'll wear them; and when
you ant this ring you'll ask for If
I do ask you for your ring, Noll and I
do want the flowers you bring. I found.
By
Ono moment I was falling down
down and the next I was literally
standing upon my head and clinging to
the floor and the railing of the ma
chine like a fly to the wall. My brain
was reeling, I was deathly BlcK.
It seemed an Interminable length of
time that we were cutting up these
, wonderful stunts In spaoe, when sud
denly i found myself looking Into tho
large, beautiful eyes of a woman!
They were rich, dreamy, almost trop
ical! I looked and looked. I had nev
er seen such beautiful eyes before.
They were wonderful I thought, tho
Inspiration for a Byron or a Raphael!
Gradually I was able to see her fea
tures, and her face was quite as beau
tiful as her eyes. She was gazing ex
pectantly, tenderly Into mine! Then
she smiled, and she whlsperered, 'Lie
perfectly still, the danger Is over! Tho
moving me from the path. My nom
ination to run against blm In the elec
tion for euperrisor was more than he
could stand or tolerate. He simply
bad to get me out of the way, and he
took a means to accomplish his pur
poso which proved my ruin and your
unhapplness. I look back upon Know
and realize that I was a coward, a
miserable coward, but It Is no use to
regret or condemn myself It Is all in
the past. Shelton continually warned
me not to oppose him politically.
. . . said that If I did he would
drive me out of Logansville, would
ruin mo forever, and made other
threats, but I disregarded them and
accepted the nomination. As you
know I was'casblcr of tho Merchants'
National Bank at the time. Well, on
the night that I accepted the nomina
tion I was working In the bank on the
bonks; Shelton. using a skeleton key
managed to force his entrance; he
suddenly appeared at my desk, put a
revolver to my forehead, and Bald,
'Thayer, glTc mo eTcry cent, there Is
in this bank and leave on the mld
ti'Tht iraiu. and never return!- I shall
have two men at the station to see that
you obey my orders. Hand over that
moticy or I shoot!' I saw that he
was desperate. I was orercom by
fright and I obeyed- -handed him ten
thousand dollars. And that nlgbt 1
took the 1:10 train for the city. I re
member reaching Chicago; but there,
Parke Whitney
Follow me! Over the topi And down
with the ghosts forever!" There waa
the real note of command In Ills voice,
and everybody could see that Teasdale
was In earnest and was resolute In his
purpose.
And Captain Teasdale made one mad
lurch. He grabbed the ghost of Igna
clus Thompson, and ruthlessly tore
the white robe from his shadowy body,
which proved to be not etherlal at all.
but Just as material and carnal a
anybody's! Other men, seeing that
the ghost was more humsn than splzty
ual, became suddenly Tory brave and
Jumped Into the fight with valor. Soon
the Turnpike cemetery was the soene
of a mad struggle, a desperate melee.
Women cringed In fear, and wept, and
wrung their hands.
Suddenly a loud voice was heard
above the confusion: "Boys," it said,
"It's no use! We're foiled I The
game's up!" And then a bunch of
young follows from the college on the
hill, untangling themselTes from the
free-for-all. and doffing their whit
robes, stood forth and meekly "gave
up tho ghost," as It were.
out how trivial I'd been as soon aa
you left me, Nlj I was so lonely I"
Net! stood patting the telephone.
"Oood old telephone! Yon played a
successful part as Cupid that time," ba
exulted,
0
This Ii Hade la Boston.
"So this Is your famous Beacon
street?" said Major X. as he strolled
with bis friend along past the State
house. "Frankly, I'm surprised. I
had nlways heard that It waa a Terr
exclusive street, you know."
"Well, so It Is," ssld the other man.
"Eh! old chap, how can you say sot
Why It positively rerges on the Com
mon." a
Duff (the Inquisitive) Hullo, did
man, how did you get your hand
hurt!
Bluff (the convivial) Oh. I was
walking home from the club last night
and a clumsy Idiot trod on my Angers.
a ,
"Which side do you wish your hair
combed?" asked the bafber, who ap
peared to be trying to make a hole Jo,
the customer's head with bis oomb.
"On the outside, please."
1
Parke Whitney
doctor says you will live! But do not
zdbve!'
"I hesrd agonizing cries sbout me.
I eaw men with stretchers pass by me,
hurrying. That woman was a nurse!
I understood then I had been in a
railroad wreck!"
0
Secondary Consideration.
Widower "I suppose that when yon
recall what a handsome man your first
husband was you wouldn't consider me
for a minute?"
Widow - "Ob. yes. I would. But I
wouldn't oonslder you for a second."
0 m
Hunt Yes; I had a narrow escape
from a rhinoceros.
Quiz And what raved youf
Hunt I suspect that the fact that
the rhinoceros could not climb a tree
had something to do with It.
for days, my mind was a blank. I
knew of nothing els that happened
until six months afterwards when I
was selling Insurance In Oakland. I
was now another man; I was David
Weston; but my mind was haunted by
tho shadow of another personality, and
dear, your face kept coming to me,
though I couldn't place you or speak
your name! I am now myself again!
i am John Thayer! And you dear, are
you still mine bare you found an
other to "
"No! No!" said Mary, leaning orer
and kissing him, "I am yours dear,
now Just as I was the night you left
Logansville and the years that hare
followed!"
The next morning Mary Goodwin
and her brother wero at breakfast at
the hotel. Fred was reading the morn
ing paper. 8uddenly ho exclaimed,
"Sister, listen! Hero's a dispatch
from Logansville! Let m reatr It :
Robert Shclton, protniueot Logansville
citizen, commits suicide. Confesses to
robbing bsnk eighteen years ago. Bank
of which he was president!" '
Mary Goodwin burst Into tears and
hid her face in her hands. "At last
at last" she sobbed- "John 1"
"Vindicated!" said her brothor.
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rail a boat 'she.'
He - "Krldently you never tried tit
steer on"
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