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

hesitate a moments and so 1t hap
pened, that, upon a certain hazy
September evening, Dinsmore, dis
guised as Dutch peddler, dropped
from the western bound train on the
K. P. Road, at the little station o.
Black Wolf, in Kansas.
For moment he gazed after the
retreating cars, then turned, and in
broken English, inquired of the sta.
tion agent the route to Wildwood
Tavern.
81 vas what you call sthrange NIT
dis part de koundry," said the ped.
dler, smiling; but a frient of mine
up de river, he say 60 to Wildword
Tavern und you sold lots ov goots in
dot koundry."
"Wall, Dutchy, | don't reckon
yer'll do much trade, but kin tell
ye the road if yer goin'."
So saying, the rough westernel
gave the necessary directions, and in
the cleaning, Densmore disappeared
"I'll try every house from here tc
Wildwood" muttered he, when out
of hearing, "but I'll find Price's.-
That's the name-Price. And when
that's found out, look out If l can
capture Dick Price my fortunes
made"
At nine o'clock, Carl-for so he
called himself-sought shelter at q
settlers cabin by the roadside, and
paid fol: snPRes lodging and break.
fast with gauay lace.
At noon he paused again to eat
and trade, and still again many
times during tire afternoon.
Before night he had heard the
name of Price, and before night, too
several pieces of counterfeit coin had
been passed upon him.
He was nearing his game.
1t was little after sundown, with
weary tread Densmore was climbing
up long hill where the struggling
road was fringed with bushes and
woods, when step startled him, and
moment later a slender boy was at
his side
GLOW you vas, little feller?" said
the detective. "Dose, vas a nice
noight."
"Yes, sir" said the youth, looking
at him sharply. "Whore are you
going2"
"Me goin'? Oh, vas going to sell
de tings in my pack. Ivas goin' tc
git rich" and the peddler chuckled.
"No, I mean tonight. Where arc
you going to stay?" said the boy
"This road stops up in the woods
here"
Densmore paused.
''De road stopsl Py shimminyl-
Den dot road got himself lost at dc
last turn. I fought dis road went
fro desc woods to de place you calls
de Tavern, hey?"
ooh, you mean Wildwood Tavern
That is over that way" "and the boy
pointed into the darkness. "It's five
miles from here"
Spy shimminyp sighed poor Carl
"five milesl / neffer got there to
night. l sleep nit desc woods" anc
he began to unstrap his pack.
The boy eyed him again sharply
Then he said;
"No, you needn't sleep in th'
woods. l live at the end of thi
road. Come with me. You cal
stay at our house, 1 guess"
"Ab, poy vas a good poy," sal,
Dutchy, gladly. "Dotyas nice; unt
l get some supper, too; don't it2"
II reckon" replied the boy.
Reshouldering his pack, the tw'
continued to follow the road, tn,
youth leading, until, half mile
further on, cabin appeared in thu
shadows.
"Here's my honse, ,",said the guide
"Go to the door, and III run and tel
father" and he disappeared towarc
the barn.
Densmore looked sharply abou
him. This was Prices. A long
low cabin, strongly built, with small
barred windows, a back Of it, drear,
woods upon ali sides. Arcgular den
The detective shuddered.
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