The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-11-10

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and something's to sleep. Dc leetIe
poy said so.9 And with simple nat
uralness Carl pushed aside the
mighty poorman, entered the cabin,
threw his pack upon the floor, aud
with q sigh Of relief dropped into a
low bench near the fire.
"Ah, dot vas goot."
For an instant anger famed in
Prices face; but before he could
speak, back door opened, and a wo-
men, young, 1.-THE and charming, en-
tered, and with glance at the man
before her, said:
"Ah, this is the peddler Willspoke
to me of. He lost his way, DEAR" "
she continued, going to Price and
laying her hand upon his arm, "and
viii met him on the road and asked
him to stay with US tonight. It's
all right"
The passion died from the mans
face; the voice of the woman thrilled
Carl. This girl and the boy who
guided him were one. She was the
spy of the gang.
$50 yer a peddler, eh?" said the
host, advancing, "an' lost yer way?
Wall, yer welcome to our fire and
fare, but l tell ye q little more cere-
mony will be better with Dick Price
next time. 1 was nigh shakin' ye!'
and he smiled grimly.
Carl smiled, too, childlike and
bland, and said, "Yaw." The host
and his companion were amused.
Where's the boy2o asked Price.
He went to the barn." repliedthe
woman, as she busted herself prepar.
ing the evening meal. He was too
tired to eat, and will not be in to.
night"
Carl was sure now that women and
boy were one.
A plain but plentiful supper was
served after which The peddler and
his host drew. before the open fire
with their pipes. Naturally the
conversation turned upon trade, and
Dutchy very Willingly told Of his
success, and even showed the silver
which'he had gathered during the
day. Price picked a piece from his
hand.
"This ere's bad" said he.
''Vat Pad?" and Carl leaned for.
ward excitedly. Oh, you vas foolin,' >
he continued examining the coin
"Dis will pas"
sit may pass but it's counterfeit
all the same," said Price. I'm sure
of it."
"vell noffer mind. It's good
enough for me-" said the peddler
with smile, II wish had q t'ous.
and dollars nit it,"
Wall, l reckon ye could git it,
said Price resuming his pipe. 81
heard a fellar say to-day thar wal
lots of it around"
"Py shimmineyl 1 would like tc
get it," said his companion. "It vas
goot effry ware 1 CO."
81 know a fella- what's got some o
the stuff" said Price in a low tone
"but he lives mile from here. "
could buy it o him, l reckon"
"For how much7" said Carl.
"0h, maybe, one half" returned
the other. ~ can't say. It's bat
stuff to deal with, yo know, an
never touch it."
Zone half! You mean two dollar!
for one2 Py shimmineyl will Civ,
two hundred tollars for four, an go
myself rich?" cried the peddler.
Price smiled.
"But how kin ye pay for it?"
"Nefer mind, l know" said Carl
"show me de fellow what's got it tt
sell, und l pay him NIT it,"
"Wall," said the host rising. II
find him for ye in the mornin'. D.
you want to turn in?"
go ter bed-ter sleep, | mean"
"oh, yawl was tired myself Out
tonight"
A moments consultation with tn,
woman, and Price called the peddle,
to follow. Carl picked up his pacl
and climbed the ladder that led tt
the loft. There was a shake dowr
on the floor.
"Thar It's not the finest bed roon