Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1888-11-01

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But tho missive had not been without
use.
"Hello!' said Weir; "x hootne
star"
"A white birdr' exclaimed Bolton,
checking his long, swinging stride.
mo, il isn't either, it's a watch with
letter wrapped around it."
And then, in the swampy Businesses.
by the light of few matches. they
deciphered the cry for aid which h al
come from the plum tree.
"Whew.w-w!' said Weir. LETS 90
and shoot the dog"
'Lets do nothing of the sort" said
Bolton. What would we-or poor,
old W. nton. either gain by declaring
direct war in that sort of wayP Let's
be polite or nothing"
And he fired his rifle three times in
the air, sort of signal recognition of
his prisoned friend.
whats thatp" said Mr.. Brown,
who was computing the interest on O
promissory note at the sit,ing-room
table by the light of kerosene lamp.
81 Dunno said Rue. "unlcss it's
Deacon Hall shoo,in' weazels in his
hcnroost.'
ooh. Uncle Brown" cried Bella,
with clasped hands, Il hope there are
no burglars around"
Never heard of such thing in all
Bean Hollow. my dear. said the oil d
man.
In the dead of that same night
however, two masked men appeared
mysteriousIy in Mr.. Browns bed.
room.
Your money or your life." said
one.
"Miser. unhand your treasuresr
shouted the other.
Old Mr.. Brown lay quaking there,
quite hoDeIeSsly. when. in an instant,
1.-the form sprang through the open
window. balancing itself second on
the sill. and then hastcnel to the res
cue.
A brief struggle ensued; but at last
the masked burglars fed precipitate-
ly. Caesar barking wildlj at them,
and strainilg h 5 chain to the utmost
in his effort to wreak his vengeance
upon them.
Young fellow" cried the old man,
scrambling out Of bed. you've saved
my life, beside the Government coup.
ons that were under my pillow.
What can do to reward your
He was very pale and trembled
violently.
I'D like something to eat, If you
please. S T." said Wynton. To tell
YOU the truth, I've just come out of
the plum tree"
"Yes, | know" sad Brown. recov.
ering himself q little. you're the
fellow that is in love with our Bella;
amt you?"
Il don't deny it. Sir" said Wyuton.
bold
"Well. you deserve her" said Mr..
Brown; 'and you shall have her. 1t
was that ordered the dog chained up
to the plum-trce. meant to balk
you if 1 could. but I've changed my
mind. | should have been Il dead
man. young fellow. if it hadn't been
for you. Come right down stairs this
moment Nothing in this house is too
good for your
And he wrung Wynton's hand until
it seemed as is it were grasped in an
iron wise.
A strange midnight collation. it was
the coffee and cold fowl. and biscuits
and tongue. eaten with Bella nesting
close to his side, and Mr.. Brown heap
ing all sorts of indiscriminate dainties
upon his plate. while old Zeruiah' 8
face glowed out Of darkness of the
kitchen like badly lighted polyopti
con. But II happy ono--yes, very
happ' one.
A constabulary force of Bean Hol
low were promptly notified the next
morning, and search instituted, Dul
to no ava |. Nothing was ever heard
of the two masked burglars.
But when Mr.. Wynton came back TO
the Bean Hollow inn, the following
day, to order his portmanteau remov
ed 10 the Brown farm house. and bid
h late colleagues adieu, he wrune
Belton's hand alternately with that oil
Weir.
Il don't know how l can ever thank
you. bogs.' sad he. Not for the
rescue from rather sorry plight
brute force could have done that with
il blow on the dogs head-but fol
the manner of it. I'm great man
now in oil Browns estimation. and
Bella thinks an hero. And it's all
owing to you"
"Oh. don't mon.ion it. old fellowr'
sa d Weir How did on like me as
. first class ruflian9'
BY the way" added Bolton. "rve
burned the masks. Circumstantial ev-
idence, you know. The m GIT get US
into trouble"
You'll invite us to the wedding.
of course?" queried Weir
'Oh. yes' sal Wyntor, beaming.
ly.
"And may kiss the br,deP" asked
Bolton.
'Of course you mav!' Wynton.
And Bolton observed, thoughtfully.
that he considered that reward enough
for any man.-Heten Forrest Grauss
IN Boston BHd3h.
The BabY's Creed.
believe in my Papa,
Who owes me-oh, so dearly