Scotch chauffeur, you know, who talks
with a thistle under his tongue. Well!
nickum, or not!" the girl was a rosy
weathercock again. "I--I'm just dying
to get up to the mountains, to climb the
Pinnacle, the green Pinnacle, that rough,
pine-clad hill, with Una--and sit in the
Devil's Chair!"

"&What!^ My Wise Woman sitting in
the Devil's Chair! Why! 't would[** 'twould] take
a daredevil nickum, indeed, to do that."

The inventor threw up his hands, laughing
again, as he beat a retreat to his hardware
den, his laboratory, where there was
ever a magnet, potent by night or day, to
draw him back.

Yet when still another six weeks had
passed and Pemrose, with all the green
world of spring in her heart, stood, breathless,
upon that Lenox pinnacle--a pine-clad
mountainette some thirteen hundred
feet above sea-level--lo and behold! there
was a nickum sitting coolly in the Devil's
Chair.

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