The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1889-05-11

He tore leaf from his pocket book
scrubbed line or two on il as well as he
could in the uncertain dusk, and, wrapping
it around his watch, flung it as far AZ his
aim could reach toward the swamp.
MATTERS are getting serious" he said To
himself.
But the missiyc had not been without its
use
"Hellom said Weir; :. a shooting star"
"a white birdn' exclaimed Bolton,
checking his long, swinging stride mo,
it isn't either, it's u watch with letter
wrapped around it,
And then, in the swampy fastnesses, by
the light of few matches, they deciphered
the cry for aid which had CONC from the
plum tree.
Whew-w-w." said weir. Let's g0i|
and shoot the dog"
"Lets do nothing Of the Sort" said
Bolton. 'What would we-Or poor, old
Wynton, either-gain by declaring direct
war in that sort of way? Let's be polite or
nothing"
And no fred his rife three times In the
prisoned friend.
whats that," said Mr.. Brown, who
was computing the interest on . promis-
light OF q kerosene lamp.
az dunno,n said Rue, sunless It's
Deacon Hall shootin' weasels In his hen.
roost."
"Oh, Uncle Brown" cried Bella, with
clasped hands, ~ hope there are no
burglars around"
"Never heard of such thing In al Bean
Hollow, my DEAR" said the old man.
In the dead of that same night, however,
two masked men appeared mysteriousiy in
Mr.. Browns bed-r room. ~.
"Your money or your life,n said onss H'
"Miser, unhand your treasnreap shout
ed the other.
Old Mr.. Brown lay quaking there, quite
hopelessly, when, In an instant, 1.-the form
sprang through the open window, balanc-
ing itself second on the sill, and then
hastened to the rescue.
A brief struggle ensued; but 1T last the
masked burglars fed precipitately, Cesar
barking wildly at them, and straining his
| 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 coupons that
were under my pillow. What can do to
reward you!"
He was very pale and trembled violently.
I'D like something to eat, II you please,
sir" said Wynton. ITO tell you the truth,
| I've Just come out of the plum tree"
ayes, KNOW" said Brown, recovering
himself little. you're the fellow that il
in love with our Bella; amt youa"
II don't deny it, sir" said Wynton,
boldly. sos
"Well, you deserve her." said Mr.. Brown
'sand you shall have her. 1t was that or.
dered the dog chained up to tho plum-tree
meant to balk you ii / could, but I've
changed my mind. l should have been q
dead man, young fellow, II it hadn't bseu
| for you. Come right downstairs this mo
ment Nothing in this house is too good fol
you'll" ;.
And he wrung Wyntons hand until II
seemed as If it were grasped in an iron vi se
A strange midnight collation. it was-the
coffee and Geld fowl, and biscuits and
tongue, eaten with Bella nesting close tc
his side, and Mr.. Brown heaping all 50 TT
of indiscriminate dainties upon his plate
while old Zeruiah's face glowered out
the darkness Of the kitchen like badly
lighted polyoptcon. But happy one-ye'
very happy one.
A constabulary force Of Bean Hollow
were promptly notified the rIext morning
and q search instituted, but to no avail
Nothing was ever heard OF thu two maske
burglars.
But when Mr.. Wynton came back to th
Bean Hollow inn, the following day,
order his portmanteau removed to II
Brown farmhouse, and bid his late co
leagues adieu, he wrung Belton's hand
ternately with that of Weir.
II don't know how can ever thank 20,
boys" said he "Not for the rescue from
rather sorry plight-brute force could hav
done that with blow ON the dogs head
but for the manner of it. I'm great ma
now In old Browns estimation, and Bel
thinks am hero. And it's all owing
you."
"Oh, don't mention it, old fsllawP' -
Weir. "How did you llse me - . m
class ruflanl"
by the way" added Bolton, "Ivo burn
the masks. Circumstantial evidence, "
know. They might got Us into trouble"
you'll invite US to the wedding,
! coursep Queried Weir.
''Oh, yes!" said Wynton, besmingly.t e
"And may kiss thehridef' aslsd Rslte
/ "Of course you may!" said Wynton.
/ Aud Bolton observed, thoughtfuLySt u
/ | he considered that reward enough for q
j | man. Helen Forrest Graues, IN BSahpps Bad0
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