Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-09-02

come to arrest. and hurried to the spot /
where he had left his horse, sobbing all /
the way-for Bob Stiles, ga nbler, still |
had'a 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.
1t was late in the afternoon when the |
deputy marshal rode up to the house |!
where Hamilton de Vries, ex-banker, |
was staying. Mr.. de Vries was seated |
on the front-steps, smoking a cigar, and |
looked cool and comfortable, and as
much at peace with himself and the
world as If he were the honest, upright,
Christian gentleman his friends and &C
quantances, up to three weeks ago, had
believed him. He was, as the officer
rode up, trying to arrange with himself
for a trip to Mexico by the shortest pos
sible route. Unavoidable circumstances,
unnecessary to state, had brought him
here, and unavoidable circumstances
made it desirable for him to get away as
soon as possible. He was thinking how
easily he could have got to Canada, if he
had not been obliged to come here first,
when a voice addressed him:
"Ah, Mr.. d. Vries, see we've cut of
y'r whiskers."
Mr.. de Vries sp,ang to his feet, pale
as death, and faced the smiling horse
man, 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 convenient to his hand
as were the weapons of his visitor, so he
tried other tactics.
81 guess you're mistaken, my friend.
Ny name is White-James White"
ooh, no, it amt" said the deputy.
marshal, easily. "I've got good reasons
for calm ye d Vries, an I reckon ye
hadn't better kick none. III have t ask
ye, moreover, t. pack up an ride over t.
Columbus with me-"
But Mr.. de Vries did not want to 60.
He called on Jem Whatcom, proprietor
of the nouse-which was sort of board
ing-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 and i'm
mediately told the bare truth, which was
that his guest was stranger; had come
after his arrival, held 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 Col
umbus beside the deputy marshal; while
ahead of them, with Mr.. de Vries's pos
sessions, drove Jem, in the buck
board.
It was not pleasant ride for Mr.. de
Vries. He shifted in his 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 scheme. He tapped his companion
on the shoulder.
Essay, marshal, I've got something be-
sides what's IN the grip (and he pointed
to the satchel in the blackboard, which,
Bob had found, contained a goodly por-
ton of Mr.. de Vries's fnal hauD.
The officer did not respond.
Mr.. de Vries cleared his throat and
tried again.
"Suppose," he suggested, "that I
should get away, and you should find
couple of thousand in your coat-pocket9"
| No answer from his captor. They
came to the top of hill, and, only a few
miles away, could see the little town,
their destination, it's windows rejecting
the glow of the red sunset. De Vries
was desperate. He looked down the
road; Jem was far ahead of them.
IS y, for Gods sake, man, will you
take three thousand?' he cried.
No answer.
-Four thousand, then"
The officer began whistling softly, and
his prisoner took this as a favorable sign.
He halted.
s'Marshal, look here. I've got six
thousand dollars, and no more, in my
pockets. l need thousand to get out
of the country with-you understand
that-but if you'll let me go, TIL give
you the rest. Isn't that fair2"
The officer spoke:
"Jest ride up leetle ahead O. me,
will ye?" he said. ~ never like t'have
a man laggin'; want t. keep an eye on
| i'm"
Later, after he had seen his prisoner
safely lodged in the county Jail for the
night, the deputy marshal, with some
difficulty, managed to borrow a twenty
to 90 and ''sit in" game with. San
Francisco Argonaut.
A Potato Initiating Lemons.