Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1891-08-27
CHAPTER Al

These letters were posted by Living
stOn about ten in the evening, after he
had done hard days work.
He had lunched lightly at noon. Now
the inner man eraved food He posted
the letters with his own hand, and, glad
that so much was of his mind, turned In
quest of a restaurant
Was it fancyP Did his senses play him
a trick? Was not that Simmons brother
at little distance? Tho gas-light shone
full in his face. Livingston walked
toward him. The man suddenly stepped
into an open door near at hand. Living
ston fastened into the house, saloon.
There was no one In sight but the bar
keeper. Livingston ordered a glass Of
wine. AS the barkeeper handed him the
bottle, Livingston said, carelessly:
(which way did my friend go? He
came in just now"
The barkeeper shook his head but did
not speak.
@He wants to see me as much as I
want him. Tell him that Livingston
Arthur Livingston, from New YOrk-is
here.
The barkeeper pursed his lips.
ave mind our own business here.
don't know who you want. Do you see
anybody here?"
any friend came in just now" said
Livingston, adding, carelessly, "No mat
ter. give you credit for minding your
business At the same time, there is my
hotel; my name is on the card. If it
suits you to hand it TO the gentleman
who entered, will be obliged to you.
He walked out slowly, feeling half
vexed at the barkeeper, and stood at the
lamp fully fifteen minutes, but Simmons
did not emerge from the saloon.
Then Livingston stepped aboard car
and rode to his hotel He would not
make the rounds of the police head
quarters and press until one in the morn
ing. In the meantime he would rest
AS he was in the act of entering his
hotel loud voices in hot alteration at
tracted his attention. A man, evidently
under the influence of liquor, was re-
calling a group with his views of gov
eminent A man in citizens attire ap-
preached the brawler and addressed him.
The brawler looked up and down the
street suddenly, and walked away quick
ly. Livingston looked after him The
man in citizens attire followed the
brawler. Livingston was a little dis
lance in the rear of this man The
brawler stepped into a saloon. Living
ston could see a score or more Of men in
the saloon.
Suddenly his heart bounded. He be-
held the side OF Beauchampe's head at
the end of the counter. Beauchampe
was talking to a Misunderstanding man
twice his age. He was gesticulating
rapidly. Livingston entered the saloon
without pausing, and was making his
way directly to his friend, when a com
motion arose. There were blows and
cries. oaths and pistol shots. 1t was all
over in thirty seconds-less time But
even that short time sutliced TO clear
the room of those who were in it.
When Livingston recovered his breath
he was on the pavement rubbing a
sprained wrist A number Of men were
running away, but it was plain that at
least half those in the room had escaped
through the rear door and windows
But four men were in custody, and
Livingston smiled upon realizing he was
one OF the four.
He found an opportunity to whisper to
one OF the officers who had raided the
place, telling him to send a well-known
detective TO him Immediately. Then he
was conveyed to the station house with
his fellow prisoners- One OF these. the
loud-talking man, was next to Livings-
ton, but the brawler was silent, sub
dued.
When he was placed in a cell. Liv-
ingston for the first time experienced
dread lest he might be detained until
morning. What II his friend should not
be near at hand? The very thought
made him angry He stroye to call the
attention OF the officer near him. The
man looked at him. but made no re-
Spouse.
Come here have something Of i'm
portanee to communicate
The officer shook his head.
They all say that. Try something
very WELL" Livingston answered
calmly. a sent word to McCandless, by
one OF the men who brought us here. II
McCandless fails TO get word, and Won
refuse to deliver my request to the can
tain within half an hour, at most, Sssll
here long. Still, IN that case, my feel