The Harrison times. (Harrison, Boone Co., Ark) 1876-1938, 1883-07-21

have not courage TO die, and have
chosen the least of the two evils.
But ill yesterday had no knowl-
edge Of your loader as at the head of
thieves"
Jack and Joe moved unoaaily, as
Il tho epithot slQog their aoneibili.
ties.
Tom haw-hawed delightodly.
"Jost 30, lad, said he. "This ere
force OF circumstances ia a big thingl
Would yer b'liayo it, that's Jest what
made me a brakeman. | was poor,
and hadn't friend in the world.
My dear saintod ma croaked and
left me an orphang at the tender
ago Of twenty-five. The fortune
she left was soon gone, cause | was
awful lib'ral and ehucllod it away
on my friends, Then my friends
deserted me, and | took to drink
drinks tho devils lotion, Mr.. Now.
ting). ! was legged for Dustin III a
door as took to be my own, when
it WAS another mans all the time
Ny noblo character was dlsgracod.
Artor chat | didn't care a--souso me
fellers, / was goln' to swar-I didn't
care a cuss what become o. me, 30
iinod the gang, But misfortins
naver come half riggid-got into
muss with Teller, and he took a
mean advantage Of me and thump-
ed me; consequent, Pm on the lay.
Jedgo you air, too, eh 2"
lie winkod knowingly as he ask
ed Tho question, and looked sharply
at George.
The absurd recital elected a loud
gufaw from hispala.
Il am hard up, Mr.. Black re-.
| piled George, 'as l have already
said. Entirely ont OF funds, no one
will trust me. I am stranded by
my own evil passions, and have
nothing left 10 do save what my
chief creditor Dictates
You intend to do jest what Bob
says? 7
If he will help mo--yos starva-
ton is too horrible 7
well, mate, said Jack, good.nat-
uredly, guess you'll not starve Or
get thirsty here. Plenty of lucre,
if you'll work for it, and lots of gin
and grub, Let's have some OF both
George Newton shiyored like a
man with the aguo, and could not
touch tho stuff when it was set be-
fore him, hungry as ho felt.
Ill do not know what to Go =
he groaned. ITO die at once would
be as well as to linger on and share
the common fate of thieves and
murdorers
Whether it was anger at this
rough, but unpremoditated speech,
or a shifting of conscience, one or
the other sent Tom Black to his
feet in a fearful rage,
Look you horo, young man, you'd
best stow such language as them I
ho roarod, They amt needed I'm
Tom Black, a cove what's on the
lay, and shan't stand nonsense ?
That's the talk + cried Gypsy
Jack. mo faint-hoartod chaps
wanted with us r
MY sentiments 'zaotly? ohimed
the Spider.
Icastweys, keep yer mouth shot
about murdorsP added Black, in
gentlor tones. We've seen too
much blood--too much ugh r
And, covering his face with b,t
hands, he sank upon tho bench DO
side the table.
While this scene was Transporting
inside the Rest, thore stood outside
at tho entrance, young Irish glrl
with q basket OF apples hanging up
on her arm That is, tho passing
pedestrian would have supposed bel
OF Irish parentago.
One foot rested on tho low stone
step, the other on the walk.
? But tho girl was not Irish, no
yet u pediar
Cecil Clayton bad waited a chano
to slip away from her friend Clar
uuobsorvod At twilight, Will
Clara was engaged with tho sorv
ants, tho opportunity offered. Has
q tily arraying herself IN on old cali
, co dress and a straw bonnet, sh
, brought her front hair down ovo
her forehead and bound the bacI