The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-19

 IsAazn de<iive ana cossly. Thzee oSkex gaming houses were ( paIlsa that sazas evensfal evening. and the captured trsaa- urs fed to the flames No one wss mose surprised at this sudden severity on the part of the chief of police than the owners of .he gambling houses themselves
 There is something behind all this, " said dejected stranger 10 Don WehfooG
 Perhaps" :" murmured the latter. and unless I'm very much mistaken there will be something in front of it for me to-mOr- row. had but small interest in the $500 lost, myself"
 Employers money, eh ?" inquired the dejected.
 Governors, all the same"
 Balls gocd for you, then, in the morning?"
 "Oh, of course. I'll get out of the scrape alive, but" and here Webfoot re- lapsed into moody silence and viciously gnawed the stump ot an extinguished cigar.
 "There's kid at the door, and he's got note for you, pa." These words were addressed to Mir. Peletiah Pettgrew by his younger son, Judson, as the old gentleman was seating himself at the breakfast-table the morn ing succeeding the events just narrated.
 Well, why didn'tyou bring i, in ?" in- quired Pettigrew.
 "Kid won't yield it up"
 "Won'tf Whyp' "Wants half dollar"
 "A collect message, I'll be bound. said Pettigrew, rotting hastily into the hall, the heels of his slippers beating a tattoo upon the waxed maple floor. But no neatly uniformed telegraph messenger greeted his gaze. ca the contrary. one of the raggedest mangiest and most for lorn specimen of "de shine gang" stood knocking his toes against the stone steps,
 Give n,e :ha. ncte," suggested Petit grew.
 "Gimme half dollar"
 "Who's it from? ?" parleyed the old man.
 "Dere ye think l'se goin' ter queer myself by givin' de snap away2 Gimme | AA n1 i
 But who is it from p
 "Oh, come of. Et yer ain't fly enufi ter tumble when de snaps wide open. iii give yer pointer an put yer enter it. It's from young bloke in a silk tile as says you're his daddy, an now ef yer want her fer half take her"
 A frightful vision of Don Webfoo, stricken down by sand .bagger and lying in hospital with the main portion of his oerebrum sadly damaged flashed across the mind of the grand old man, Hastily thrusting the desired coin into the boys dirty paw he seized the note. Having read it he staggered back into the dining-room and threw it on to his wife's plate and right in the midst of some del icate pieces of fresh mackerel swimming in olive oil.
 Why, Pe::;S.e~, what is the matter p exclaimed his wife, lifting the note ou, of its sweet oil bath by one corner and glaring s,onily at her husband.
 "Read it-peruse I" answered Peletiah slumping into the depth of leather-cov- cred chair.
 Mrs. Pettigrew adjusted her gold-bowed glasses and read aloud the folio wing mes- sage, with an aguish, icy chill stealing through every vein: DEsPLAINEs STREET STATION. FATHER-I'm in trouble. Try and arrange matters so you can come over to the Armory court about 9: 90 a. m. Bring some money along with you. DON.
 "l'll bet he's been pulled" exclaimed Judson.
 "What will Mamie Van Van de Van say now ?" inquired Imogen.
 There must be some mistake about all this, Pettigrew," observed his wife, sternly.
 "You bet your life there is; about a $500 mistake or Pm goat" replied Pel- etiah didn't come in at all last night, did ke?"
 How could he, pa, if he was pulled P interpolated the boy Judson.
 "That settles my ceffee for this morn- ing" said the old man, desperately. Jud. bring me my boots."
 After Pettigrew had walked a doren blocks in order to cool his anger, he dis covered that athletic exercise was in-