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Pickles and Pearls
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He was a fugitive from injustice. In trying to be helpful to others, he had suffered arrest, and would have suffered detention but for that bit of beeyutiful strategy.
His reward for his labors had been sorry, indeed. Silas McTodd would not listen to his revelations, but had turned against him. Charlie had thought better of McTodd than that!
But should the fair daughter of the deluded and headstrong pickle king have her whole future wrecked because of her father's folly? Xot if Charlie could save her ! He was desperately determined on that point.
Yet. what was there that Charlie could do? The wedding was taking place at the works — perhaps the ceremony had already been finished — and the ducal pretender could snap his fingers at interference. There was no time for Charlie to find Big Bill Hankins and talk the strikers into raiding the factory.
The outlook was exceedingly srloomv.
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Charlie had achieved his liberty, but to no purpose, it seemed, so far as the un
fortunate Pearl of the McTodds was concerned. The fugitive was at the lowest ebb of his fortunes, and it appeared best, even necessary, to take himself completely and quietly out of the country, bidding farewell to Boggsville forever.
But he would be even with Jack O'Byrne ! There were ways
His reflections were broken in upon by a distant cry of distress. It was a call for help, and in a woman's voice !
Thrilled, he sprang from the tree trunk, shouted a gallant response to the frenzied call, and galloped rapidly through the woods. At last he halted, paralyzed with amazement. In front of him was a limousine, far off the road, and crowded into the bushes. A stout rope was bound around and around the car, crossing the doors, and holding them shut. Through the encircling cables peered the white, despairing faces of two young women.
One of the faces was that of Jenkins, the maid, while the other — ah, the wonder of it! — was that of beautiful Lola McTodd !
TO BE CONTINUED.