Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-07-19
grnu County 8eoister.
the saioOn-kcepers' GIRL.

.r.1E OF LOVE AND WHOA IN TWO CHAP
TIERS.
fAf,er Several well-known Authors.)
II WAS close on to O'Clock p. NJ. The
fitful glares of a few solitary gas-jets
from isolated upper windows shon'
through the rolling pillows OF pulver
lied macadam like bulis-eye lanterns
in q Mississippi swamp log.
.tand;nu in deep darkness furnished
Convenient resting places for the par
ticIes of limestone in their wild career
II was moonlight, according to the
municipal lightning tables, but the
moon WAS two hours late by the al
A few lonely figures might have been
seen struggling homeward in the blind
ing element and green goggles, while
q denser cloud of dust, moving with
uniform regularity, indicated the pas
sage of q street car.
The street should have been recon-
structed according to bill which pass
ed the Legislature two years before,
and the contractor was travelling in
Europe for his health.
A larger cloud OF dust than usual
anu u lOlGOlulCCS coudA AnS Sh0S
of q man attempting to sit on chair
and missing it, evidenced the passing
by of loaded horse.
The sharp clink of the horses hoofs
against hard substance showed that
there still remained traces Of road
way that would furnish food for future
archROlogists.
The rider was Sylvester DeWard-
hummer, the proud fnheritOr of his
fathers inflOoence, who was on his
ree-times-a-week-visit to his aff1anc-
ed, the lovely high school-educated
daughter of his fathers dearest friend
and patron, James McBugjuice, propri-
etor of Saints Rest Saloon.
It was through his influence that Mr..
DeWardbummer in his declining years
had secured an entrance into the asy-
lum and safe retreat for the feeble
minded. In other words, he had just
been elected q member of the city Leg
islature.
A duller and more bottomless thud
than usual was followed by muff1ed
slosh and a smothered swear. The
cloud of dust ceased.
CHAPTER III.
The frame mansion of James McBug-
juice lowered in stately squalor above
the meaner residences of merchant
princes and peddlers around it.
II was half past nine P. NJ. by the
time bell. The proud proprietor lean
ed weariedly but triumphantly on the
bar, and, with an UNCONSCIOUS air of
superiority, wiped the drippings of the
last glass of beer from the counter.
That day he had been elected Presi-
dent of the SalOon-keepers' Executive
Counsel and legislative Representative
of State and city, and declaring the
Downing high-license law invalid.
A smile fitted over his massive fea-
ing Sunday, of selling sixteen kegs of
beer in picnic glasses, and barrel of
whisky to wash the pulverized macad-
am down the threats of the 450, 900 or |
SOC, 900 inhabitants of the Future Great. |
In short, he felt himself master of |
the situation.
The second-story front room was the |
boudoir of Alberta, his sixteenth child |
and only unmarried daughter.
The fair Alberta sat on three-legged |
divan gazing with much pensiveness
and I-wOuldn't-care-if-I-h ad-a- plate-of-
ice-cream-air on the dismal scene with
out.
AuC1C "CkC G"o CANuISll6 UuTul Claf |
flower pots on the window ledge, but |
the flowers had refused to live.
Alberta's voluptuous and luxuriant |
charms were only heightened, not hid
den, by an -it's-too-warm-to-dres
robe of thin summer goods.
In her ecru-colored hair were resplen-
dent diamonds made from her father g
best decanter, that flashed back in
rays the light of the
wick on the center and only table.
In her hand she held the Japanese
fan given her at her last
but one, by Sylvester, with
which she remorselessly crushed the
as they struggled tiredly
through the window cracks.
Her face bore an expression of cruel
scorn as she Kissed through her set
teeth, "Why don't he Gomez"
Suddenly she bethought herself that
she must perform her customary ablu-
tions in preparing for Sylverter's COM
ing.
Ehe,skipped rapidly to the wash-basin,
md hesitated moment before turning
IN the mud solution.
AS she stood posed in graceful hest
tation a voice came up through the
sink, "Whoa, Arabiw The words were
Iaint, but distinct.
""Tis he; he cOmes!' crled the ilsten-
ing Alberta, her heart palpitating like
D steam churn-dasher.
She pushed to the window; not .
sound broke the profound stiffness save
the snore of the policeman on his beat.
Again came the sound, Whoa,
Arabi!'
Arab was the name of the steed Syl-
vester had hired on tick.
A noise under the house had aroused
Mr.. McBugjuice.
The whole neighborhood was aroused.
After four hours of digging they were
rewarded by the dragging out of hu-
nan being by graphing hook.
It was Sylvester DsWardbummer.
But ah, how changed.
He was hatless.
He was dripping.
Words failed to describe his condition.
He had fallen through gas pipe hole
pto the sewer, and his faithful horse
lad swan to the house Of his fiancee.