The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1890-09-27
CHAPTER vi.

Those bonds, wulsnereo Sears that
is the tifty-nine of them, are in that box
that Mart Bloom is sitting on!"
CHAPTER VI.
RUN OF GOOD LUCK
Only for an instant did the stout hear:
of Cole Winters sink within him.
He was possessed of true American
grit, and q moment s reflection decided
him to profit, if possible, by his sad pre-
| dicament.
The box was about one-third full of
old rags and pc ces of cloth, and among
these he began feeling, taking care to
make no noise.
Almost Immediately his search was re-
warded by the discovery of what seemed
to be an envelope or wrapper nearly an
inch in thickness.
He was in the act of transferring this
to one of his boot legs when thought
struck him.
While at the exposition the preceding
| night he had taken quite number Of the
circulars of different city firms represent
ed there, his object being to GILL on some
of them and try to secure employment
To his Joy he found that they were still
in his pocket.
/ It required but moment for him to
| change these papers for the bonds, thrust
ing the latter into his boot and replacing
| the envelope where he had found it.
This done, he turned his attention once
more to his enemies.
As he did this, the door closed and the
| key turned in the lock-
"Weil2* lueried Sears.
They're after him, replied Bloom,
who had just entered. THAT'S what
caused the racket.
who"
Tho. police! They're after Winters"
Has he been SEEM"
They had him once. but he broke
away; At least that's the talk on Clark
street.
They may conclude to search tie
buildings along here, suggested Morris.
True, assented Sears, and we'd bet
ter be getting out
Right you arei" cried Bloom Secure
the picture cards, and we'll yamoose the
ranch"
He pointed to the rough box. and in a
moment the young man had sprung for
ward and thrown it open.
With cry of dsmay he staggered
back.
We're betrayed" he Missed, driving
and cooking a revolver
What's the racket" demanded the
burglar initiating his example.
There's some one in the box. Make
move, and you die for i'll"
The warning was addressed to the I'M
known intruder.
Bring forward the light. Max" he con-
tinued, while We keep him covered"
"Thunder!' calculated the last named
individual as he fl she | into the box the
penetrating rays of dark lantern.
What is it," aueried Sears.
A dead mani"
No, he's drunk"
Thunder" cried Morris.
What's the matter now2"
Hanged if it amt our man, Cole Win
ters!"
Another moment end three pairs of
eyes were glowering upon the apparently
inanimate form of our hero.
How came he here?" asked Morris.
Slipped in to evade the police!" re-
piled Sears.
Is he dead?'
No; don't you see he's breathing?"
The close quarters and lack of air
have revived the power of the drug that's
all. Lend hand"
A moment later Cole was lifted out and
laid, or, rather, thrown upon the floor.
Look for the bonds." urged Bloom.
Here they are, announced the young !
man, as he drew forth the package upon
which our hero had thoughifully replaced
the rubber band that held it together. /
See if they're all right" importuned
the burglar.
oh, nonsense! We've other business
to dispatch.
With this he thrust the supposed valu-
able packet into his pocket
What are we to do with him." asked
Morris, giving the form upon the floor q
kick.
Well leave him here, and take good
pains that the police search the building.
Oh, were in for a run of good luck" +
L don't know about that" declared
Bloom, lugubriouslv.
Why" demanded both the others.
The newsboys are crying out extra.
with ba p.ece Of news, outside. l for
got to tell you when | came in.
What's that" asked Sears.
The sudden death of Berenice st.
Cyr!"
You don't mean that"
No, | mean that"
The burglar emphasized the final pro-
noun, and pointed at Cole Winters.
He had borne without wincing his rude
fall to the floor and the brutal kick of the
so-called banker, but the sudden an
nouncement of the death of her who,
though the acquaintance of on hour, had
N ade an indelible impression upon his
He had fors otten his perilous position.
and with eyes wide open had half risen
to sitting posture.
Confusion" cried Sears, at the same
time producing his pistol.
You're keener than / imagined" said
Morris in admiring tones "You ought
to be financier. Mart You're wasting
your talents on burgling."
In the meantime our here, seeing that
nothing was to be gained by further SIM
u!ation, had risen to his feet, and with |
enemies.
What have you heard?" demanded
Morris.
Don't turn fool in your old age, Max"
sneered Sears. Hes heard everything,
of course"
= heard You say that Miss ST. Cyr WIS
dead, faltered Cole, who had instantly
re llized that he had been trapped. 1T
isn't true, I'm sure it isn't
guess you're right. Mart Bloom is
conscientious. truthful man, but I'm
afraid his imagination was rather active
when he made that statement. Ny pretty
Berenlce will have piece of news to-
morrow, and. what's more, it will have
the merit of oeing true"
And that is -
An account of your DEATH"
Good enough CALCULATED Bloom,
while Morris breathed heavily through
his closest teeth
DO You mean to murder me?" demand
ed Cole, taking a backward step and
ciinching his hands.
oh. my, no! That's o rough word.
We propose to remove you"
Your lot of miserable towards"
You're becoming rather pers cal, Mr..
but I'll overlook it in view of
your excited condition. Besides. to tell