The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-09-11

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The man only sobbed and nodded his
head. The slight form his arms clAsped
was shaken by flt of coughing that was
| awful to hear, aud the deputy marshal
/ whose cheeks were wet with unwonted
/ tears, murmured: Poor thing, oh, poor
/ thing"
Then the weak voice continued:
II know ye will, Tom. I'm only afeared
I o. one thing, what'll the babies do ef-ei
| they sh'd ketch We and put We In jaill b
keerful, Tom, o, be keerful, for their sakes,
won't yer My pore babies-my pore ba-
| bies"
| There came another at Of coughing
more terrible than the other, during which
I Bob Stiles wiped bis eyes on hi
sleeve, with nervous fingers pulled
| the money he had won the night before
| from his pocket, rolled it up and threw it in
on the floor Of the cabin. Then he turned,
without another look at the man he had
come to arrest, and hurried to the spot where
he left his horse. sobbing all the way-for
! Bob Stiles, gambler, still had heart. though
he had thought it buried in the grave of the
wife whose young life had gone from her
Just as this woman's was going.
Ii was late In the afternoon when the
deputy marshal rode up TO the house where
Hamilton de Vries, ex-banker, was staying.
Mr.. de Nries was seated on the front steps
smoking a cigar, and looked cool and oom-
Portable, and as much at peace with himself
and the world as II he were the honest, up
right, Christian gentleman his friends aud
acquaintance, up TO three weeks ago, had
believed him. He was, as the officer rode
up, trying to arrange with himself for a
trip 20 Mexico by the shortest possible
route Unavoidable circumstances, unnec-
essary to state, had brought him here, and
unavoidable circumstances made 1t desirable
for him to get away as soon as possible. He
was thinking how easily be could have got
to Canada If he had not been obliged to
come here first, when voice addressed him
"Ah, Mr.. d. Vries, see we've cut off y'r
whiskers."
Mr. de Vries sprang to his feet, pale as
death, and faced the smiling horseman, who
sat looking at him from a point near the
corner of the house, around which he had
quietly come. Mr.. de VrieS would have
drawn his revolver, but it was not so con-
venient to his hand as we're the weapons of
his visitor, 80 he tried other tactics.
81 guess you're mistaken. my friend. My
name is White-James White"
30, no, it amt. said the deputy marshal
easily. "pve got good reasons for CALM
Ye d. Vries, an reckon ye hadn't better
kick none. I'll have q ask ye, moreover
T. pack up an ride over e Columbus with
me-"
But Mr.. de Vries did not want to 60. He
called on Jem Whatcomb, proprietor of the
house-which was a sort of boarding house
used by sportsmen during the fishing and
hunting seasons--to witness that he was
what he claimed to be; but Jem knew the
deputy marshal, and Immediately told the
bare truth, which was that his guest was q
stranger, had come two weeks before, and
had, day or two after his arrival, held a
a secret conference with two other strangers,
who came one evening and stayed only until
the next morning
So, despite Mr. de Vries's protests, he was
disarmed and put in charge OF the landlord,
while Stiles searched his room. A little
later he was riding toward Columbus beside
the deputy marshal; while ahead of them,
with Mr.. de Vries' possessions. drove Jem
in the blackboard.
1t was not pleasant ride for Mr.. de
Vries. He shifted in the saddle and eyed
the officer nervously, hoping the latter
would give him an opportunity to break
away-but none was presented.
Then Mr.. de Vries bethought himself of a
scheme. He tapped his companion on the
shoulder.
what's In the grip" land he pointed to the
satchel in the blackboard, which, Bob had
found, co tanned goodly portion of Mr.
de Vries' final haul.
The officer did not respond.
Mr.. de Vries cleared his throat and tried
again.
Suppose" he suggested, "that should
get away, and you should find q couple of
thousand in your coat pockets"
No answer from his captor. They came
to the top of hill, and, only few miles
away, could see the little town, their desti-
nation, its windows rejecting the glow OF
the red sunset De Vries was desperate. He
looked down the road; Jem was far ahead
of them.
Say. for Gods sake, man, will you take
SCOOP he cried.
No answer.
-Four thousand then"
The officer began whistling softly, and
his prisoner took this as a favorable sign.
He halted.
Marshal, look here. I've got S6, 600 and
no more, in my pockets. need 81 200 &c
get out Of the country with-you under
stand that-but II youth let me 20, I'll give
you the rest. Isn't that fairi"
The officer spoke.
Jest ride up leetle ahead o. me, will
vel" he said. 81 never like t. have a mar
laggin' | want t. keep an eye on Inn"
Later, after he had seen his prisoner
safely lodged Ia the county jail for the
night, the deputy marshal, with some diff.
Guilty, managed to borrow a twenty to &c
and sit in" a game with.