Iuka reporter., 1890-09-04
THE
LITTLE WAIF.
A Story Of Absorbing Interest
BY BERNARD HERBERT.
CHAPTER VII.
A NEW DEAL.

IlOW udTo you lHtTuue yOurSel1 mere
in such rig" he demanded, haughtily,
eying the addressed ruffian from head
to foot.
Its the bestII've got to appear in,
grumbled Garland, peering at the
gentleman from beneath his bushy eye
brows. "I didn't come into SO much
money by the old mans death as you
did, you know; so can't afford to dresd
as NICE"
II gave you your price for-for serv4
ing me, did not?" asked Boyden.
"Oh, yes," was the sullen replyl
"You were fair enough, so far as thaze
goes; but you amt paid me yet for dol
ing the kiiling!"
aHushl My God. man, what are you
thinking of to talk of such matters in
SO loud tone?"
He had caught Garland by the shoul.
ders, but the fellow shook him off az
he replied, with leer:
"Why, you and know all about it,
don't we? There amt anybody else
about to hear, is there?"
Boyden scrutinized the mans face
closely where he stood beneath the un.
compromising glare of the chandelier.
He had suspected that Garland was not
quite himself from the first; he now
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 a lodging
place until late this afternoon, don't
you see?'
"Where is it?"
ooh, it amt a place where the likes
of you would care to come"
"Tell me, and see."
"Well, I've put up in 1ongshore
shanty up in Harlem"
"In Harlemw
Eyes; down on the East River, not q
thousand miles away from the foot OF
Ninety-second street."
Boyden drew very close to the man,
and in a hoarse whisper remarked:
"Garland, 1 have reason to believe
that Grace is concealed somewhere in
Harlem!"
"You don't say sol" was the careless
reply; "well, I should like to see the
girl; I amt got nothing against her n
"That's just what I want to talk owe,
with you," Boyden went on, hurriedly;
"she must be got rid of, once and fol
all. She's in my way, Garland! Do
you understand? She's in my way"
"You don't want any more killing,
do you?"
@Silence! Now, when can I see
you?"
"You see me now, don't you?"
1 mean to-morrow-to-mor even.
ing?'
Come up to my dive--if you ainf
afraid"
"How shall I find it ?"
"Ill meet you at the Eighty-sixth
Street Station of the Elevated on Sec
ond avenue any time you say"
will eleven o'clock be too late fo,
you?"
ooh, no; I keep open house all night
to my-friends.
"Then say eleven o'clock sharp, to.
morrow evening""
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job so as to make enough money to
settle down on small farm and play
honest citizen for change" And as he
spoke he clapped Boyden jocosely on
the back with his grimy hand. Sup.
pressing shudder of repugnance, Boy
den said:
"Well, there's money in anything you
may do for me. Be off with you, now
have some important letters to write
Keep a level head ON you, and I'll en-
gage to give you all you can do"
"That's hearty! Here's my hand!'
But Boyden pretended not to see thai
outstretched member and turned to his
desk, while Garland sulked toward the
door mumbling:
Too proud to shake an honest hand
since he came into property that don't
belong to him, Ell? Well, / reckon two
can play at that game; we'll see"
With his hand ON the knob of the
door, he turned back.
"Oh, sayw he calculated; II forgot
to tell you something that may please
you'll"
What is that?' demanded Boyden
looking up with start.
"Of course, you know that I came
over 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 owe,
first cabin? ?"
"How should know? Who?"
"Old Edgar"
"Edpar tho 1awvar ~
"The same old sharper
"What can have brought him owe,
here?"
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 out of the door, clos.
ng it behind him with resoundine
bang
This last bit of information was GER
ainly material for night of thought.
nd possibly for this reason Mr.. Max
5oyden was slightly more pallid than
sual when, about ten O'Clock on the
morning, he took an Elevated
'ain on the West Side and started up
'wn in search of an unknown portrait
ainter of the name Of Arnim, whose
tdress he had snugly tucked away in
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