The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-08-07
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10 anJuststhen her whole face becomes Is udr
denly filled with mixed alarm and sur
prise. Barely yard from Dallgrish
stands gaunt, ugly, unshorn man, SEEM
ingly emerging from the earth itself,
m thongh . huge mass Of rocks not far far on
may account for his abrupt appearance.
lHelis9 painfully dirty from crown 70 sole,
. and he carries a bundle in red handker-
Chief, painfully dirty likewise. Why DO
tramps always show such an 'invaried|
y preferepceter bundle in red -handker;
chiefs over every other color? -"
15 Tae man grulnbles something, address
ing DAlgrish and extending Dalgrish
ward abou: as entirely repdlsive-ooking
500 baud as one might well tancy.Ia sola q.
RAnkest impostor never found more
willing victim than Miss Marters COM
.,panion has been all his life. If he lacked,
when rich, that iEer CHART able sense
which leases some ich men into the build
ing Of hospitals and asylums. he has still
always possessed such generosity of tenn
permanent as will make him fling coppers
more or less broadcast without regard to
the deserts of the recipient His hand is
in his pocket now, when Miss MarteI's
whisper has the effect of keeping it there.
II wouldn't, if were you. He looks
like perfect wretch % - 49, ..,'- 20. =
There are times when it is weltto call
spade spade, as everybody knows; and
again there are times when such candor
is far from discreet Whether the ma n
hears Miss Martel's precise words or do' 8
not lear them, cannot be stated. Any
u how, the disguised look that her fat 6
wears quickly finds answer in his own
irate scowl. Te @
AN SO yen keep an honest man from
gettin' few pennies, will -ye, my ine
miss?' he growls hoarsely, "More's the
shame on yer mean spirit" TO- afF
as Delgrish has drawn his brows together
savagely, long before the last insolent
word is spoken '"l' 1YLIgi.4 *f.l
Look here my man." re- breaks out,
with sharp force of tone, I'll.thahk yea
to be off and have nothing more to. sayss5
The man half turns. his unwashed I'M
slightly face one glover of sullenness.
Then he pauses and faces Dalgrish; be
has remembered, perhaps, that they are
on no public road, but out OF view and
hearing of anything more professional
tLan those few cows in the near meadow
And it would seem as if the recollection
has emboldened him accordingly; for, a
moment later, he has given vent to such
burst of oathful personality as makes
Miss ,Martel raise both hands to her ears
with short, shocked cry.
Her companions grasp tightens about
the slim little walking stick he is cary.
ing. qYpu Internal scoundrel!' he shouts
furiously, IF you're not off this instant
I'll give you the sort OF thrash1ng that
you'll not forget for weeks"
The object of this indignation replies
with husky gufawing laugh, drops his
red bundle, and settles a hand on each
hip.
:"Thrash me, will yer, young gent?
S'pose yer try"
Dalgr1sh feels his blood on fire now.
He does try, but With i'll success at first
In making bellicose dive at the mans
coatcollar he receives sta ggering blow
beneath one of his eyes. The blow is
magnifcently returned in seconds time;
for Dalgrish, like many another Aneri-
can youth, was proficient in most athletic
exercises long before his college days be-
gan. After this the two opponents come
to very close quarters; they grapple, and
for little while it looks an even chance
which will first throw the other. Bulk
at length triunphs over agility and prac.
ticed sinew; they fall, Dalgrish beneath.
But just as the ruffian's "vast and filthy
hand" has reached his assailant's throat,
an immensely Of reserved force on the
part OF Dalgrish sends him rolling over
on his back, pinions him powerfully be-
tween wrist and forearm, and 50 turns
the tables with mingled entirety and
permanence.
"You needn't struggle you devil" pres
emily roars Dalg.ish. "It's of no use.
I've a good mind to choke the life out Of