The Bastrop Advertiser (Bastrop, Tex.), Vol. 60, No. 51, Ed. 1 Friday, April 11, 1913 Page: 8 of 8
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STORY
Women's
Candidate
"V-
nvRON William*
t Oop.rism IVr. W uUl,
SYNOPSIS.
of fun Mayor Redlaht. n
w«p iid*'*bvV|II!'"ir 1 hrotiali tfi*
he rl..h '' '""K"'"* "IU- of whom
h... u I " 1<Uv"- '«* '" Klrli. furni
I. rl.. M " , "Ur' ,""1 tlitll
• •iii'i. h of oti« of their number
„^,v f«" «•* dt;>* A 1,-kIhIi.IIv-
' rr,r: woman *ufTr;iK>-. Will, h
t fri.iii ii,. mayor'* pork* l m
, h ' ""7" 1 •>!n« to obey the mandutex of
Mui. « nr" "v •"■rvloe In with
' • Andrew*. wl o taken him Itwlilisa
. hv "ix'rirr wiiii
" ' Ml** VinliiK kim what ulir ion
m-rn a < Ini-.d. nici-tlnK tietwt-en oni-
or tiir mrls iind Hie mayor The next
Jlay he oKh .Irivln* with Mil he I Arney
J liry nieot with nn ai'Mi-nt. are arreMed
and lookwl I,p. tut e* ape
CHAPTER VI.
In the office. smoking one of Mine
Horn h bfBt cigars, bin dignity out-
raged, sat the sheriff, waiting.
Mayor Hedight walked up the hotel
stairs, oblivious to his pending late.
Suddenly a door opened and a head
appeared, a blonde head, a piquant
bead, a head to catch the fancy of
an artist.
"Shh!" said the owner of the pretty
profile.
Hedight stopped, looking around cau-
tiously.
"Hurry!" commanded the girl, hold-
ing open the door of her room.
His Honor, the Mayor, hesitated for
a moment—and then, throwing con-
ventionality to the winds, bolted
through. The nirl turned the key In
the lock and faced him accusingly.
"Well of all the blundering bound
er^,! Do you know the sheriff has
been hanging around here a!' after-
noon waiting to arrest you?"
The mayor looked brazenly at the
girl.
"I expected as much." he said, care-
lessly.
"What have you been doing now?"
she demanded, giving him a severe
reprimand from two otherwise kindly
hazel eyes.
"Oh, chuck the attitude. Mess."
growled the mayor, disgustedly.
"That little Imp of a Mabel Arney
Insisted on riding the black sad
dier. He ran away with her and In
trying to catch the minx. I collided
with a baby carriage and spilled the
baby's milk. That's all. The con-
founded natives are always ready
to arrest a summer resorier, and be-
lieving the peace and the dignity
of the village had been shattered,
they threw us In Jail We broke out,"
sullenly. "Ho you blame us!
Itefore she couhj rpply there was
?~lcfioc$ otJ die door
The girl's face went white, • -«•-
^'1—J'pi afraid somebody saw you
come In here!" she whispered.
"Nonsense," he breathed. "Here
I'll slip under the bed. Go to the
door."
In a twinkling the mayor was safe-
ly out of sight The girl opened the
door.
"Oh, hello, Jackie," she cried, in
a relieved voice. "Come in "
"Hess, we're in a terrible pickle,"
sobbed MiKS Vinlng. "That horrid
man took 'label Arney to Lakevllle
this morning and got her arrested.
The sheriff Insists she must be in
the hotel and I've promised to bring
the entire crowd out on the veranda for
Inspection. Mabel is frightened al-
most lo death. Hess," dramatically,
"we've got to dress her so th«- officer
won't know her. Have you a swlich
The mayor lav on tils back, facing
the mattress
"Where s thai white princes* of
yours?" drain.tied Jackie "She
wore btowi: tixla> Well have lo
take some tucks In it," going to the
closet and helping herself
"Here, Mabe. get into tlii-. and live-
ly.
"Oh, not here!" protested Hess Win-
!< rs, snatching the diet* from Miss
Violng's hands.
The judge looked at Hess blankly.
"Why not?"
"lie because!" shrilled llesw "I Hi
afraid Slip Into your room, that's
* dear, and I'll bring the switch In
at once "
"Oh, who's afraid'*" gurgled Mabel,
reaching for the gown.
"Step Into the • loset," Implored
Miss Winter*. "Somebody might
come "
"Hess, you're an awful coward,"
anathematized the Judge, sternly
The man under the bed heard the
closet door close and waited There
didn't seem to be anything else to do
Presently Miss Arney reappeared
With hysterical laughter the chang-
ing of IiIik khaired Mabel Into a rav-
ishing blonde proceeded rapidly.
"There!" exclaimeo Miss Vinlng
triumphantly, "the sheriff will never
know her in the world. Come on."
Mayor Hedight heard the door
close. Rolling from under the bed,
lie locked the door and sat down lo
await developments.. Half an hour
later somebody knocked at the door.
The mayor waited.
"Walter!" whispered an excited
voice. "Open the door. It is 1 —
Hess."
"Come In." replied the mayor, turn-
ing the key.
"We fooled him!" she cried, radi-
antly. "He couldn't find his prisoner.
Mine Host told him there were but
ten young ladies and lie went away
bewildered but he's coining back
tomorrow to watch for you."
The man shrugged his shoulders.
"H«ss, you scoot out and discover
what Harriet Hrooks—"consulting his
list,- "would like lo have me do to-
morrow and whatever It is we start
at five In the morning."
The girl hurried away.
The mayor seated himself nt n
small desk and began to write He
was still at it when Hess returned.
"She has discovered an Indian
mound on CI I en Island and she wants
you to go with her and open It. 1
fully Helng prisoner to s prematureH
gra> haireu >oung lidy with a clear
rosy complexion and a sweet, win
Mime manner was not so bad but
to be told to d'g like a terrier iu th«*
rough soli wa* a horse of another col
or. Hut I he mayor was game
Orasplng a spade, he set lo work
diligently It was a warm morning
and tlii- perspiration heg;.-n to ooze
from his heated body.
"Come uiid sit in the shade a while,"
in vilid the girl, thoughtfully. "We
have all day to ourselves and th<
skeletons will not run away "
Hedight obejti d gratefully, throwing
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of (hat flaxen hair of yours? I've
got Mae Andrews' puffs They'll J
match yours We'll cover Mabel's
black thatch until she looks like an
albino. Here she is now," as the
nisi le of skirts proclaimed a new at
|*vaJ.
Mayor Bedight Took Off His Coat Rue-
fully.
have arranged lo have her meet you
•it the bathing beach at sun up."
The mayor scowled. He was not
fond of grave-digging.
"Thank you. Hess," he said finally.
"And now if you don't mind, I want
to w rile a while."
"Very well, Walter," she consented,
taking up a magazine
For an hour neither spoke. Then
the man laid down his pen and, look
ing at Hie, sand:
"Hess, 1 want to know where Jackie
Vinlng keeps that confounded anti-
suffrage bill of mine."
"I refuse lo enlighten you." sniffed
the girl determinedly
"Hess, you've got to tell me. I
must get out of this confounded hole
M> campaign opens on tin following
Saturday and I must be there. I
wouldn't mind nerving out my sen-
tence but these outraged natives
have butted in on the game and they'll
have me in jail Inside of a week, as
sure as Kate. You wouldn't want me
to lose my election, Hess?" looking
at her with appealing eyes.
"Walter. It Is dow nright mean of you
to even think of Introducing a bill
such as you have pre pared You tie-
serve to lose hut I'm willing," con-
descendingly, "to do w hat I can for you
The bill your bill —tw In the personal
possession of Judge Vlning She in
fact, she wears ll Inside her shirt-
waist to avoid losing It." blushing
"Now I hope you are satisfied -and
you may go The sheriff has dis
appesred for the night You can
safely occupy your apnriment."
"You're a good sport," said the may
or. patting the girl tenderly p- ibe
chcek--and passed out
CHAPTER VII,
"There Is the mound," advlnd Har
rlet Hrooks on Wednesday morning,
pointing to a rounded heap of earth
Just beyond the shade of ti burr-oak
a half mile inland from Sylvan i^ake
on Glen Isle
i4«ooi Hedight look off bis coat rue
Margaret "arnsworth.
himself ni the woman's feet in the
' cool shadows of tin- oak
"I'm awfully interested in ancient
j and medieval things," she explained,
smiling down at him over her book.
| "Once when I was in Iowa I met a
i man who was engaged in collecting
iMirlos—and lie found a yeal mound
j builder skeleton along the IVdar river
i while I was there. What if this
should turn out to be something like
| that?" Hopefully.
"Pardon me." raid the mayor,
boldly, "but a nice girl like yourself
should not be so interested in dead
ones—-especially when the woods
are full of live ones."
The girls face flushed, the red
| against her white hair making her
very attractive in the eyes of the man
on the sand.
"The dead ones," she paid slowly,
"never stay out late nights, never
tyrannize, never take everything for
granted never get a grouch, never—"
The mayor interrupted her. his face
serious as he said:
"There were Darby and Joan."
"Hut these are the dayj of divorce
courts," she answered, '"and -gen-
iuses—" coloring
"1 am old-fashioned." he parried.
"I like to dream of home with the
woman In It."
"I fear It Is going to rain," evaded
Miss !%ooks. looking anxiously at
the cloud-tilled west "Do you mind
digging a bit, Mr Hedight?"
"As the wife said to her husband
when she wanted a sealskin," he
taunted, returning to the mound
She eatne and stood over him as
he worked.
Ills spade struck something—and
her excitement grew.
"Oh. I do hope it's a mound builder!"
she cried excitedly.
The mayor grinned and kept dig-
ging. A clap of thunder pealed In
the distance. As she turned appre-
hensively, the dig'ter'r spade pried
up a long, ropy object.
"Here Is your mound builder," he
said soberly, raising the object upon
hi8 spade.
She gasped.
The man smiled
"Oh!" from tin woman
"1 am afraid," he breathed, softly,
"it is exactly what It looks like—the
tail of a cow!"
As she stood frowning at him, great
drops of rain began to fall He look
ed about hurriedly for shelter under
t ree
"Come on," he cried, starting for th<
bont upon the beach. "We'll have tc
! camp out."
She followed hitn blindly.
i lie pulled the dory high and dry and
tipped it ke'-l up.
"Crawl under," he said as the rain
lngan to fall in torrents
"Why, Mr. Heolght, I can t do that
I—"
The man took her gently by thf
arm.
"You have no other choice and be
sides, I'm not a cannibal!"
She stooped and sat down upon the
sand under the shclH-r He followed,
sitting close to her, of necessity. The
fury of the storm uroke. The day
became as dusk, lighted only by the
vivid flashes of anger that tore across
ihe sk.v He felt the wo man tremble
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