The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1889-03-01

sending out an immense cloud of dust
that spread over the bushes at the road
side. The leaves of the trees were
turned brown and gold from the early
frost, and the slight breeze shook them
off in showers by the wayside, heaping
them in the fence corners. IL was one
of those delightful autumn days that
one loves to see. The birds chirped as
merrily as in the spring, while the
frisky little squirrel with nut in his
paw was in his glory.
"Don We rally think old Miles don't
like ye very well, anyhow asked Bill
Martin. after a considerable silence.
There is something wrong with him
which can not understand.
"Haven't ye got a suspicionp' in
quired Bill, glaring curiously.
Walter had a asuspicion, which almost
amounted to positive knowledge, but
he would rather die than tell it; never
theless he huggcd il close TO his heart.
He supposed the farmers dislike for
the new hired man grew out OF the at
tachment he had formed for the wealthy
husbandman' pretty daughter.
go, who could help loving her. hs
had asked himself IA thousand times;
vet he knew it was the greatest pre-
sumption for him to dare 10 d. 50.
Sacrificing truth to n principle which
was but a phantom, yet was dcarcr to
him than life, our hero replied:
"No. sir, j have not even suspicion
as TO the cause Of his dislike.
They logged along for some time in
silence. and Walter, in order 10 change
the subject, which had grown di-agrcc-
able to him, said:
"Who is the person you suspect %
being guilty of the robbery
Thar arc several of 'cm,' Bill an
swered, with n significant grin on his
face which indicated that he did not
care to answer.
Walter again relapscd into silence,
and they ratified on, crossing the bridge
that spanncd the creek, and entered the
village of Bushville, which repo,cd
snugly on the opposite hillside.
"Am TO 80 with youP' asked Wal
ter.
"Whercp"
"To the Justices Office"
"ln course, ef ye want 10 go," said
Bill, as he drove his team up 10 taa
hitching post and made it fast.
Walter descended from the wagon
and accompanied Bill, who went at
once TO the Office Of Esquire Fogg.
Esquire Fogg was II slender man
with bald head and prominent spec
taces. He had an immense amount
of legal lore, like all other justices of
the peace, and was always willing To
hazard nm opinion on the most intrl-
cate law question that could bcsprung.
They found the justice sitting behind his
desk, which was on raised dias and
came quite up TO his breast. There
was bunch of lcgal-looking papers on
the desk before him, with II docket,
pen and ink mt hand.
Good mornin ~ said Bill, pausing
at the bar in front of the Justice with
Walter standing Just behind him.
Good morning, sir" returned the
justice, looking up from the ncwspa-
per, which he had been reading, at
Bill, who had removed his hat, and
stood by the rail around the desk, look
ing more like II criminal at the bar
than n visitor
"I-I don't believe | know YOU" the
justice added.
Don't know mc?' said Bill, with
one of his most absurd grnS. "Why,
I'm known all over the country
THAT may be SO; still | assure You |
have quite forgotten you, even If ever
knew you
IL am Bill Martin who stays with
Mr. Jack Hawkins, in Preston Flat
go, yes; now | remember YOU, Bill"
said Squire Fogg, with smile; Jack
Hawkins Eves out by Mr.. Miles, the
rich farmcr?'
"Ycs, sir; their farms iinc."
when did you come from home,
Billp"
"This mornin'," was the answer
"What is the news in the FlatP'
''Nothin very startlin'; what yc got
here. SquircP'
Nothing" answered :hc Justice,
with look of solemn dignity. bush
vile is dull, very dull. at this season Of
the year"
"iIav'nt We caught the robbers yit?"
"The highwaymcn who assaulted
the gentleman on his way to Mr.
Miles ?'
Yes"
"No, and no chance OF getting
them"
"IIav'nt yc got clue to emp"
"No, sir"
"Wouldn't ye like to get somc clue
to emp"
"of course would; do you know
any?n
"P'raps I mout,' said Bill, with his
usual grin, displaying his blacl, teeth
and sensual lips 10 the Justice. What
would We do cf told who they war2'
II should have to deliver the war;
rant TO the constable replied Squire
Fogg, becoming somewhat puzzled.
"But We couldn't dcputizc me-" per-
sisted Bill.
Yes, l might; who are the two
men?n
"Will ye let me hev the warrant to
arrest emp
"Yes; though it's hardly legal give
me their Names" and the Justice
dipped his pen in the ink and drew be-
fore him blank warrant 10 fill in tho
names
"The fust ONE
'Well, who is the first one?'
"John Doe"
The justice looked up in astonish-
ment at the grinning Bill Martin.
"Who is the sccond?' asked SQUIRE
Fogg, in no very good humor
"Richdrd Roc ~
The justice laid down his pen and
pushed the papers away; his face was
dark as thundcr-cloud. and he could
hardly restrain himself. so great was