The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-08-30

~ wen, didn't nit on lodging
Ie plaee until late this afternoon, don't
where is is-1TtFT''-' It -,
III ooh. it amt a place where the likes
| of YOU would care to come.
b. "Tell me, and see.
Is "Well, I've put up in longshore
h shanty up in Harlem"
II" "Yes: down on the East River, not a
H. thousand miles away from the foot OF
| Y Ninety second street.
Ii Royden drew very close to the man,
| t. and in hoarse whisper remarked:
q "Gorland lave reason TO believe
| 90 Harlem!"o is concealed somewhere In
in You don't say sol.
| 90 PSi well, should Ikn 70 Coz az
",i,, amt got nothing against her"
wifi, @ Just what 1 want to talk over
"shn you, boyden went on, hurriedlv:
fi oil uS. on oe got rid of, once and for
/ d ~nn o9es IN my way, GarlandI Do
"yo,, I.a' She's in my way"
ldo you?" any more killing,
mo Silence! Now, when can soo
he, ,you?" WITCH can L see
tho ar fou see me now, don't youp,
wi'ing?" '''''o"-to-morrow cxcn-
!. i" afraiJ GGme up to my dive-if you ai&t
in mHow shall find it?"
Ic. III meet you at the Eio,,tv- -sixtb
i,dee. in ond Station of the Elevated on Sec
"WiII HI,Ie o1ery any ttiBrsne you say"
ssvou ~ land ~. o'clock be too late for
"Oh, no; l keep open house all night
ITO my--friends."
"Then say eleven o'clock sharp, to-
Amorrow evening""
Cali right, my covey. 1 kind of want
u job SO as to make enough money to
settle down on a small farm and play
u ,lonest citizen for change" And as he
poke he clapped Boyden jocosely on
he back with his grimy hand. Sup
pressing shudder of repugnance, Boy
len said:
"Well, there's money in anything You
nr,lay do for me. Be off with you, now;
have some important letters to write
Keep level head on you, and I'll en-
age to give You all you can do"
n n "That's hearty! Here's my hand!"
But Boyden pretended not to see that
TIutstretched mcr>''er al turned to his
-esk, while Garland sulked toward the
poor mumbling:
"Too proud to shake an honest hand
WUnce he came into property that don't
'elong to him, ch? Well, / reckon two
TURan play at that game; we'll see!"
With his hand on the knob of the
door, he turned back.
"Oh, say" he calculated; II forgot
no tell you something that may please
Gfou!"
"What is that? demanded Boyden,
L LAooking up with a start
"Of course, you know that / came
over in the steerage of the Alaska-had
money enough for better quarters, but
Pthought I'd be more at home there
Now, who do you suppose came over
first cabin ?"
"How should know? Who?"
1ars "Old Edgar!"
Edgar, the lawyer"
"The same old sharper"
"What can have brought him over
,, D here?"
"Thats for you t. find out You
mind he's the only man, barring our
selves and the dead, who knew what
the missing will contained. Good
,.evening"
And he swung out of the door, clos
'uyi ing it behind him with Il resounding
sorsi bang.
y This last bit of information was GER
Mtainly material for a night of thought,
and possibly for this reason Mr. Max
Boyden was slightly more pallid than
usual when, about ten o'clock on the
following morning, he took an Elevated
train on the West Side and started ND
Clown in search of an unknown portrait
painter of the name OF Arnim, whose
\ Haddress he had snugly tucked away in
his card-case.
1t so happened that our little hero
line was busy with Mrs. Arnim in the
' kitchen on that particular morning
S when the door-bell rang, and it was
1 Rupert himself who answered the sum
a mons
| "Mr. Arnim ?" inquired Boyden, III his
e most suavc mannrr.
That is my name, sir"
D 81 came to see you upon business"
$ "Will YOU kindly come m?"
Once inside the pretty studio with
the doors closed, Boydcn bcg;n the
e skirmish
"ln roundabout way, he said,
J., (which have not at pr"srn' the time
g to explain, | have heard Of your re
markablc genius as n portrait PAINTER"
"Oh, sir, YOU are really too ilatter-
ing, interposcd the artist.
Not ut all. Mr.. Arnim; Won need not
seek to- depreciatC one Of heavens