The Cecil Whig., 1885-11-14

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kilgour from the stony horror into
which he had fallen. He strove tc
quiet to the old man, repenting already
half-inclined himself to shrek for as.
sistance and pluck his prey from Black,
Brows. There was not sound from
the inner room.
The Blind Man was working hinlsel
into rage. His tones echoed through
the streets. Then the same spring
latch clicked once more and Black
Brows sprang out, and in spite of all
the old man could do, hurried him
down the stair and rushed him torcibly
into the street, where he had the cool
ness to send for a police officer and
explain to the little group OF the curious
that ''the old 'un ad drop too much
aboard" and had gotten the horrors
on Mr.. Kilgour's steps.
Nobody in Garbage court had ever
seen the blind man with boy. He'd
never been there before with one. Kill
gour was considered a gentleman under
a cloud nobody believed i'll of him.
Black-Brows was evidently actuated by
the kindest feelings toward the poor
blind man, who had been known to be
fighting drunk more than once. 1t is
not at all strange that the officer with
not too much violence pushed the
blind man around the corner and dis
persed the crowd. In the meantime
Black Brows disappeared up Kilgour' S
step.
The postman rarely stuck the visor
of his queer blue hat into Garbage
court. The maids in St. Martins lane,
where people received a letter as often
as once a week, admired his red tipped
uniform SO desperately they would have
begged all the buttons off it. But in
Garbage court it was different.
The particular postman who had 4
letter for "AIr. Andrew kilgour" one
morning was not taking kindly to the
'guylng" he was getting when he had
the good luck to meet an old woman
who pointed him to the foot of Xii
gour's stairs. More than one of the
neighbors called to mind that that
was where the Blind Man went crazy"
1t could also have been included in
this reminiscent feat Of the Court that
the Blind Man had never gotten over
the delusion that he'd had boy stolen
there, but had never been able to find
any one who had ever seen the boy.
The unkempt figure which answered
his rap actually startled the postman.
When he asked the second time if that
was Mr.. Kilgour the haggard man at
the door took in his packet, bowed.
and shut the door again. This was the
letter:
OFFICE OF BEATrLE'S AGENCY,
No. 7 Bow STREET.
Mr.. ANDREW kILGOUR:
DEAR SIR: We beg to return you
herewith the portrait of your son, which
we have had photographed and en-
larged. The boys present age-if liv
ing, as we are glad to assure we have
every reason to believe-is II years.
The photograph, which we also enclose
you a copy, has been made as nearly
as possible to correspond to his looks
at present. We think you will observe
that the likeness has been preserved.
We have reliable information that a
lad of this description was seen not
long since wandering about Trafalgar
Square. We propose to lose no time
in following up this most important
clue, but in order to do SO we must be
supplied Immediately with more funds.
Respectfully,
BEAIrLE's AGENCY,
Per B.
The cry Of JOY that came hoarsely
from his lips turned TO sob, for he
had no more money. At the moment
Black -Brows raped at the door. He
had net morocco case under his arm.
"Ere be your surgeons tools, sir, u
said he, "and cool fi-pun note they
cost to get 'em hout. Look at 'em and
see if they be hall ere an in good
shape"
Kilgour shiyered and looked over
them. They were bright and appar-
emily as serviceable as ever. "Now, if
yer don't mind, I'll take my lesson in
anatomy" said the other, and with that
he barred his hairy body to the waist
and seated himself in front of the
crooked mirror on the dressing table"
He then amused himself by turning his
head as far as he could towards his
right shoulder.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the back
of his brawny pupils neck, Kilgoar ex,
planned to him with nervous rapidlty
the situation and relations of the mus.
cles of the neck and shoulders. With
piece of red chalk he marked on {
chart where the tendons were which
Black Brow5 seemed most to strair
when he bent his head so far to the
right.
"l've begun to get 'crick' in my
neck" said the pupil, pointing to the
chart which he had brought with him,
"but if that were cut loose there (anC
the fellow slackened here) | could turr
my head about most as freely as
choose, couldn't l, and keep it turned
too?"
kilgour assented. "But l couldn'
turn it all the way around and look a
my 'eels, could | ?" he went on jocu
larly.
Kilgour trembled and kept his eye:
always on the instrument case. Hi