The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-12-24
lynn shnU sit orer there"

You shall sit OCer there
IA what:" asked Thatcher, hesitating be-
tween smile and sigh.
"A forguiv!r continued Carmen, .le,nurely.
II did of myself write tho names OF ozzer
p,oples;' when Carmen was excited shc lost
tho control of the English tongue; Il lid
write just to please myself-it was my onkle
chat did make of it nloney-you understand,
eh2 Shall you not speak! Must l again hit
yous"
"(io on" said Thatcher, laughing.
II did find out, when came to you at the
mine, that had forged against you :,,e name
of Micheltorcna. l to the lawyer went, and
found that it was so-of a verity-so! so! all
the tine Look at 1ce not now, Don Royal
it is 'forgaire' you stare at"
Garment
"Hoosh! Shall have to hit You again" l
did overlook all the papers. found the appli'
cation; it was written by me. There
She tossed over the back of her chair IN
envelope to Thatcher. He opened it.
Il see,' he said gently, ''you ieposs.,ssed
yourself OF it,
What is that-'r-r-r-c-possess:'
"Why.' - Thatcher hesitated - "you got
possession Of this papcr-this innocent for.
gery-aSain."
"Oh! You think me thief as well us
forgaire. TO away! Get up. Get out
"My dear girl"
Look ut the paper! Win you: Oh, you
silly!'
Thatcher looked at the paper. IN paper,
handwriting, age and stamp it was identical
al, H.. ian <Nf
Garcia for the grant. The Endorsement Of
Michcltorena was unquestionably genuine
But the application ,ras made for Royal
Thutehrr And his own signature was ini
tatel to the very life.
Il had hut one letter Of yours wiz your
name, said Carmen, alphabetically; land it
was the best poor ire could do
"Why, you blessed little goose and angel,
said Thatcher. with the bold, mixed metaphor
OF amatory genius, ::don't You SEE"
"Ah, you don't like tit is not gootl!"
MY darling"
"FIot'sh! There is also an old cat up stairs.
And now have here character. WiU yo:i
sit down: Is it Of necessity that up and
down you should walk and awaken the whole
house! There!"-she had given him vicious
dab with her fan as he passed. He sat down.
'.Anl you have not seen me nor written to
me for Year,
| Carmen
"Sit down, You bold, bad boy. Don't you
sec it is of business that you and talk down
hero; and it is Of business that ozzer people
up stairs are thinking. Eh:"
Dbl business! See here, Carmen, my dal.
ling, tell mel regret to say he had by this
time got hold of the back of Garments chair
tell HE, my own little girl, about-about
that senator. You remember what you said
to hing
'Ol,, the old man: Oh, that was business
And you say of business, dr."
Garment
Don Royal"
Although Miss Carmen had recourse to hel
fan frequently during this interview, the ail
! must have been chilly, for a moment later, OF
his way down stairs, poor Harlowe, =, sufferer
from bronchitis, was attacked with violent
tit OF coughing, which troubled him all thu
way down.
well, he said as he entered the room, q
see you have found Mr.. Thatcher, and show,
those papers. rust you have, for you've
certainly had INC enough I am sent by
mother to dis: you all to bed
Carmen, St.. II tho arm chair, covered will
her llrlntil!a. t. ii not speak.
II suppose YOU are by this time lawye
enough to know" continued Harlowe, "tha
Miss De lial"'s papers. though ingenious, ar
not legally available, unless
Il chose to make her WITNESS. Harlowe
you're good fellow! don't mind saving t
you that these are papers prefer that IN
nitc should not usc. Wen leave it for tn
= Observation-Disclosures business
They did. But one evening our hero brough
Mrs. Royal Thatcher Il paper containing
9 touching and beautiful tribute to the dea
a senator.
q "rherc, Carmen, love, read that. Don
Il YOU feel little ashamed Of your-your-you
lobbying"
> NO." said Carmen promptly. 1T was bus
ness-and if all lobbying business was 9
Aonest-well!-n
THE END.
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