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

saw plainly enough that he had been
drinking heavily.
when did you arrive ?" he asked.
"This morning, by the Alaska"
why did you not send me word
that you were here, and would have
come to you?"
"Well, I didn't hit on lodging
plase until late this afternoon, don't
=, awbere Is ,s sSi'- s'- -
aOh. il ANITA place where the likes
of YOU would care to come"
"Tell me, and see" N
"Well, I've put up in 'longshore
shanty up in Harlem.
"In Harlemw ~
eyes; down on the East River, not a
) thousand miles away from the foot OF
( Ninety second street,
Royten drew very close to the man,
. and in a hoarse whisper remarked:
: anorland, lave reason to believe
HarlemN e is concealed somewhere in
You don't say sor
% well, 1 should H. 'he e. caalsaesI sa,.1
girl; amt got notb;no io seftE
,,,;.i nat Just what 1 want fotaIl ~
"sL Sn you, Boyden went on bnn,;.,T,. b9T..
aiI S,ust %t be got rid of. once anJ -,
all, m. shes in my way. GarlanIn %nu Dr 1or
you understand? She's in ma so
do you?" any more killing,
lyou?" "' "hen can / see
at ou see me now, don't youp,
ing2" "-to-morrow even
Come up to NV d;,. :. Y.
afraid" my oiVe-lf you ainSt
nId, how shall I find it ." II
meet you at the E;oht,,
our m,deet Station of the EIc:xatsd on As Sonl
'na au1.,e ayen9e any tir 10 Won = sav" ." "e0'
"ono o'clock be too late for
,v"G
ooh. no; keep open house all night
to my-friends.
"rhen say eleven o'clock sharp, to-
morrow evening""
All right, my covey. kind of want
= Job so as to make enough money to
'ettle down on a small farm and play
honest 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
nay do for me. Be off with you, now |;
have some important letters to write.
Keep level head on you, and I'll en-
-sage to give you all you can do"
That's hearty! Here's my hand 7"
But Boyden pretended not to see that
utstretched merc,,'er ar1 turned to his
esk, while Garland sulked toward the
oor mumbiing:
Too proud to shake an honest hand
ince he came into property that don't
'elong to him, eh? Well, reckon two
an play at that game; we'll see!"
With his hand on the knob of the
loor, he turned back.
k oh, sayp he calculated; II forgot
o tell you something that may please
FOUL"
What is that2" demanded Boyden.
looking up with start.
"Of course, you know that came
pver in the steerage of the Alaska-had
money enough for better quarters, but
Thought I'd be more at home there
Now, who do you suppose came over
first cabinp"
"How should know? Who?"
"Old Edgar"
Edgar, the lawyer?"
"The same old sharper"
What can have brought him over
Ehere?"
"That's for you to 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 ont of the door, clos.
ing it behind him with resounding
bang.
This last bit of information was GER
tainly material for 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 up
town in search of an unknown portrait
painter of the name of Arnim, whose
address he had snugly tucked away in
his. card case.
It so happened that our little hero
.ine was busy with Mrs. Arnim in the
kitchen on that particular morning
when the door-beil rang, and il. was
Rupert himself who answered the sum-
mons.
"Mr, Arnim ?" inquired Boyden, in his
most suave manner.
THAT is my name, sir"
-. came to see you upon business.
evil you kindly come in?"
Once inside the pretty studio with
the doors closed, Boydcn began the
skirmish
I'm roundabout way he said,
which have not ut present the time
to explain, / have heard of your re-
mafkable genius as portrait painter.
"Oh, sir, you are really too hatter-
ing interposed the artist.
mot ut all, Mr.. Arnim; you need not