The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-03

wait till he comes in, hadn't yoa?" But Sandauph Is not coming In Bolivar will not be here to day. nor to- morrow. lis a slim chance if Bolivar ever again returns to the city. He has jumped the town he got on to our game about as soon as we got the papers from the United States commissioner, and now he's in the bush somewhere, but bird in the hand is worth two of hiua, eAs 0, Rockingham, come in here" The in. spector talked through an inch crack be- tween the door and the jamb, holding fast to the knob he also kept one eye on the door leading into the composing room. Rockingham, in full uniform, en- tered.
 I'm the young man s father, sir" said Mir. Pettigrew.
 Good for ycu," said Dingdong, you will have & chance to make the greatest effort of your life you can go on his bail bond. Live in the city"
 Mir. Pe,tigtew was about to reply that he had long resided in Chicago, re- spectable and prominent citizen, always voting the giit-edged political ticket, na- tional and municipal, when he was inter- rup,ed by the entrance of Mrs. pettigrew and her daughter, lmogeu.
 "Oh, We ofoot r exclaimed the latter, gushingly, "where is Bolivar 2"
 He's out er-not in--gone to-where did you say, Mir. Inspector, to the bush g'' wildly foundered the junior member of the great publishing house of Saudauph X Peitigrew.
 Bolivar gone P cried the girl, ",o the bushes2 Why, Webioot, are you cr:zyT
 l" Bolivar is banished. Self-exiled from these hospi,able shores-and paid all his expenses" exclaimed pelctiah, ex- ci,edly and dramatically.
 "Well, Mir. Pet,igrew," said his wife, Git is my turn, and also my prerogative to inquire, are you crazyf'
 No, Mrs. Pe.,igrew, not crazy. but l am violently paralyzed. Don Webfoot is a prisoner"
 And Bolivar ?" moaned the fair lmo- gen.
 "Is liar, thief, peuurer, compound extract of doublc-distilled viiiainy, dyna. mi,er, ballo,-box stuffer Y cried the old man, dancing around the cro ~d. Will it be absolutely necessary, Mir. Inspector, that my son share a cell tonight with some red-handed assassin and sleep on pallet of moldy straw"
 "Oh, sir" cried Imoeen, appealing 10 the uniformed Mir. Rockingham, as the one most likely to be in authority, don't le. my dear brother be thrown into don jon keep"
 "Mr Saudauph could explain this outrage" said the grim Mrs. pe.tigrew.
 True, madam" answered Mir. Ding dong, but he won't. Such is the per verseness of poor human nature. MT. Saudauph has given us the slip"
 The din created by the excited covey of Pettigrews attracted the attention oi the printers in the next room, and they huddled together in the door.
 "What," demanded Mir. Pettigrew of the dismal foreman, "is the probable worth of this newspaper outfit ?"
 "There are no presses, you know" ex. plained that official. "No presses. eh We'll what is there in the shape of assets2'
 Type, furniture and material, sir"
 "Wha. Is their probable value ?" "About si,soo." "Great God, Mrs. Pet.igrew!
 "An' the hans is expectin' to be paid of tonight, an there's week back on their wages"
 Enough enough, don't pile t on too thick" screamed the unhappy peIetiah, mopping his hairless head with a pink silk handkerchief. "I may be mistaken, but it seems to me tha. slight taste of the newspaper business is as good as full meal. How do you look at it, eh, Webby p
 "Oa, there isn't any fun in 1t, but don't propose to play checkers with my nose in the county jail to night"
 "True, my son, let us seek the majesty of the law and borrow a ready-made suit of habeas corpus something tha. will fit, look well and wash"
 But, pa, what of poor Bolivar T' ehimed in Ianogen.
 "D-n Bolivar! Inspector, lead the way to hack-stand. Wen go down to the custom house in style. Don't hand cuff the lad I'll become security for him