Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-08-19
which were stopping at his gate. Mira.

very long, thick cigar. lie had on vel
low gloves with broad black stitching on
the backs; also a tall silk hat, so glossy
that il seemed to radiate back light;
also dove colored trousers and a white
waistcoat; across the latter was draped
a good deal of chain which held slides
and dangling things known rs charms.
lie was tat; lle had a long mustache
and ''goatcr' 80 visihly dyed as Ia APP
pear To he ready Ia soil anything with
which his face should come in contact.
He walked up the path To the front
door and knocked. Mrs, Whiting had
been peeping through the side lights,
and she now opened the door with IN
expected promptness, so that she re-
ceived a Whit Of smoke directly in her
face and was seized with a iit of cough
ing. The stranger threw his cigar away
and took OIL his hat with a large flour
ish. which revealed a bald head.
BY this time Mr.. Whiting had made
his way round TO the front Of his house,
and was standing close to the step
stone, filed with curiosity, but deter
mined not 10 speak first.
MY maine is Fickett-Leander Flick
EFT" said the man, as If he were con-
ferring y favor.
Mr.. Whiting nodded. and Mrs. Whit
ing tried desperately 10 stop coughing
that she might hear better.
Il was told" went on the stranger
in n why perfectly in keeping with his
trousers and his chains and his gloves.
''that Mr.. Samuel Barnes resided here.
BE you him. looking at Mr.. Whiting,
who said slowly:
NO, | amt him, m he don't reside
here"
From that minute" said Mr.. Whit
Ing. in relating the incident afterward,
from that minute | knew something
was up bout that woman"
That woman meaning Mr.. Barnes
second wife.
Can you tell me where Mr.. Barnes
does reside was the next question.
Il can was the answer. But be-
fore giving the information Zenas
thought he would ask a question:
WHO bc YOU
II told you-Leander Pickett" The
two who heard him say this were fry
ing in vain To recall when they had be-
fore heard that name.
YES, bur who be you!' retorted Mr..
Whiting.
Il am" said Mr.. Pickett in his large
way, Il am Mr.. Samuel Barnes wife's
husband"
Mr.. Whiting whi,tled. He looked
at his helpmeet, vino actually gasped
as she returned his glance.
Cant ye com in|' she inquired in
a voice which curiosity made cordial.
Now Leander Pickett was a man who
would rather talk about himself than
do anything else. He knew lie was
well worth talking about. His visit at
the residence of Mrs. Barnes could
wait.
He accepted the invitation. and was
soon sitting on the best haircloth chair
in the Whiting parlor. The chair
creaked, but it bore up. The first thing
Mr. Pickett told his companions wa
that he was worth more than 81, 900, 900.
and that ia two years more he should
be- worth double that sum-all out OF
the Leading Star mine. He had come
back after his wife.
He guessed them divorce papers
didn't amount 20 much. He guessed
he N Mr.. Barnes could arrange it.
Charlotte always did like 10 handle
money. He'd had some trouble with
Charlotte. but lac kinder hankered 10
give her the haudlin' of some of tsat
money. He didn't reckon there'd be
much difficulty. He considered that he
could make ii all straight with Mr..
Barnes, Folks wasn't so partickler
D'ut SUCH tiiiiiss our where hed zen,
re was Wilt W uo 'iic lair ,iii'ig, ou1
he guessed heu TAX '~iiariot,e DICK
with him; he guessed she'd GO"
lie wac rish III MS suriiises' oiiar'
'o,,e qua 20
oh TINS particular uay nr. Barnes
was absent uhtl higiitiaii' Wheh ne
returned there was only the nlred girl