Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1892-10-01

happy in the radiance Of her eagle.
shaped wings.
"'WhO's there?'
cit was the quick, sharp voice of a
woman.
81 was suddenly aroused from my
reverie and was on the point of re-
plying that it was only me-, when
the man who had gone off with the
light answered in a hushed tone
from a room which seemed to be adj
jacent to that from which the femi.
nine voice had proceeded-tO the
effect that it was all right
sis that you, JOhn?'
srThe man with the light answered
that it was.
"'What do you want in that room?'
"s1'm looking at the dictionary
"'What ale you looking for?'
Burglar
1.-THE woman's curiosity evidently
being satisfied, the conversation be-
tween John and the lady, whom /
rightly cOnjectured to be his wife,
came to an end and all was quiet
again.
81 again returned to the back of
my pegasus in the hope this time Of
reaching my destination and of being
in a position to personally thank the
Angel Gabriel for safe conduct, when
to my utmost establishment CLEAN
of light appeared Immediately behind
me and threw the grotesque shadow
of myself upon the wall beyond.
81 at once left Al Borak with the
angel and came to my senses. john
had disappeared with the lamp by
the stairs almost in front of me and
could not have returned without my
seeing him. L had remained in my
chair during his absence, so could not
have got turned around. 1 speedily
came to the conclusion that would
be violating no privilege if I turned
to see where the light came from.
ri coolly rose from my seat and,
turning, looked straight into the
barrel OF a murdcrous looking re-
volver. Instlnctively my hands went
heavenward.
'sBehind the long, bright barrel
was swarthY, bare-foOted, bare-faced
Mexican. In his left hand he held a
lantern, and his brown eyes glistened
at me like the jacinths in the sockets
of my abandoned fictitious steed.
The hand in which he" held his gun
was as steady as that of veteran
cowboy. I neither had speech nor
inclination for argument, so just
stood there and hoped that the news
of my cold-blooded murder would
reach the Examiner at least one day
ahead of the other papers.
sif accurate count had been kept OF
the time that elapsed it would prob
ably have been found that thirty Sec
onds had passed from the moment I
first saw the CLEAN of that unexpect-
ed light until now.
''Not a word was spoken by either
the Mexican or myself. l heard the
stairs behind me creaking under the
heavy tread of mine host, John, who
was now descending, and fully ex-
pected to be either shot or stabbed in
the back the next moment. What 1
had done to make me the victim of
this diabolical conspiracy I did not
know, but I saw, or fancied saw,
that all chances of escape were hope
less.
"'Good God. Ignacio, what in the
devil are you doing!'
Gas his employer uttered these
words the extended arm of the Next
can dropped as though it had been
struck with paralysis, and the cruel,
defiant look which his face had worn
relaxed into one of semi-imbecility.
-heard-you-te tell Sonora -
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. a
burglar-is-this- The
frightened man asked slowly and
half stupidity.
s'My host gave vent to long ring
ing laugh. and the hired man disap-
peared as noiselessly as he had come.
''Then my host told me that bur
glarer' was an obsolete word, and
showed me to my room. San Fran
risen EYaminer