Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-11-22
8 Yes. MN. said Dixon. huskily.

carriage Wneel TO steady himself.
She wants to take the kid away
from me, don't she?' inquired Dixon
with a terribly anxious look in his face
:" 20, no, | guess not, said the lady
pleasantly.
shes got divorce an big alimo-
ny, and the care of the boy, an all that
sort of thing, | suppose. Remember
I've got the money an I'll fight it; I'll
fight it through every court in the
land.
mo, nothing of the kind, said the
lady, but she wants to see you an the
boy. She came here with me from Bos-
ton, where she has been working
"'Workingn said Dixon, Blanklv.
Eyes, she has been living all alone
by herself, and working hard for her
support. Get into the carriage with
me, an we will drive down to the
hotel
when they arrived, Dixon met his
wife with the coolest kind of reserve, an
she, poor woman, was almost heart
broken. The handsome woman and
Dixon had stopped on the way, an got
the kid, an Mrs. Dixon cried over the
boy, and Rugged and kissed him, but
Dixon, he stood by as cold as an IRON
clad, an never cried a drop, whilo the
woman washed the bows face with her
tears. Dixon spoke up, an said:
Kate, where's the gambler?'
"'What gambler?' said Kate, look
ing suddenly up, an it seemed as if the
lire in her eyes had dried up all the
tears.
"'The gambler chap you took up
with.
Its false said the woman. false
as hellr
''Doubting Dixon looked up wonder
fully puzzled at this.
"'Didn't you leave me, Kate?' he
said.
81 did, Harry answered the wo-
man, I left you for your own good. [
left you because | saw nothing but ruin
for you, body an soul, an weary pow
erty for the little boy an me. You
! drank the last cent away that you an |
| could earn
Il did bowl up too much, said Dix
on, but then
81 left the child with it's father in
the faint hope that it might work in you
a reformation. | knew he was the APP
! pie Of your eye, and trusted he might
save you. He has. | now come back
to take last farewell of him an you,
an to thank God for having kept my
! loved ones so secure.
. Ben Darnley said you eloped with
a gambler an went to Philadelphia
HE liedn
"'Your wife speaks the truth, said
! the handsome lady, i have known her
| history since she left your humble
home, and stole away to trust, to wait,
to pray. She comes to you as pure an
as true wife as the day she LETT your
roof
''Doubting Dixon leaned against the
door casing for support. The strong
mans tears were coming now, droppin'
| full an fast. He looked at the little,
wondering kid, an the kneeling moth
er, smothering it with caresses. Then
he stepped away from the door casing,
| hesitated a moment, as though fearful
of repulse, threw open bis arms, and
| said:
s''Katie'
I'm another moment the wife, kid
and Doubling Dixon were all mixed up
in hugging match, and the handsome
-,
| at her own expense, brought about this
happy reunion, looked SO pleased and
delighted over the success of her
scheme, that she really deserved hug
ging by somebody on her own account.
THAT night, Doubling Dixon and
Ben Darnley, the vicious New York
gambler, met.
'.'You are positive, said Dixon, that
my wife elOped with the Philadel-
phia faro dealer?'
- Know it, said Darnley. why she
even limited once that she would leave
home with me if would come west
Say, Darnley, now be honest, didn't
you kinder try to take advantage of me
an make love to Kate?'
Eyes, Dixon, since everything is all
over now, an you know just what kind
of a woman your wife is, I'll confess
that [ did But, then, to be honest
again, I'll just say that she fairly froze
! the blood in my veins with indignation.
High, no! This is id curious world,
an very few people ever get out of it
| alive
Fright you are, Kissed Dixon. You
are right, Darnley. Old man, my wife
is safe an sound in her own home, with
her own boy, an under the protection
of her own husband, an all this in
spite of your devilish revenge. Ben
Darnley, for years you have kept my
wife an | apart. For years you have
daily lied to me, an worked upon the
passions of a weak an doubling man.
's'Hold hard there, Dixon, or by the
gods of war I'll kill you!
4 doubt it. Darnley. This is day
of retributive justice. You will not
kill me-
ben Darnley was quick with his
gun, an flash an report were his an
Swer to Dixon. Then Darnley turned
an ran into saloon. He had missed
his man. Cool an dispassionate, Doubt
ing Dixon, standing outside on the side
walk, looked down the long, brilliantly
lighted saloon. He looked along the
bright, shining barrel of his revolver.
At the farther end of the saloon crouch