The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1893-12-15

/ ut strikes me this puzzle would b.
worth unraveling if could only FIND
the key. Quero, is the young person
the key. if / but knew how to use her.
| Perhaps, since the amiable Monk evil
IDENTIFY dislikes my coming into com
munication with her. But it would be
useless to lay the case before her. since
if she is the key, she is quite uncon
scious Of it herself"
He threw down his brush, rose and
stretched hin1llf. and said:
"Looii here, Matt, I'm tired of work.
The sun shining on those sand hills and
on the far-off sea is too tempting.
shall go for walk. and you, if You are
in the mood, shall be my guide"
She evidently WAS in the mood. for
she was on her feet in an instant.
"Al right, master" she said, III
60"
Very we'll Tim, bring forth some
refreshment. We will refresh the in
ner man and girl before we start"
Tim disappeared into the caravan.
Presently he reappeared bearing a
tray, on which was a small flask of
brandy, large jug of milk. some bis
cults and a couple of glasses. This he
placed on the camp stool, which his
master had just vacated. and which.
when not in use as a seat. served as 4
table. Brinkley poured out two glasses
of milk, then, looking at Matt. he held
the little flask on high.
Brandy, Matte
She shook her head.
Very well, child; think you are
wise. Here, take the milk and drink
confusion to your enemies
Matt took the glass of milk and
drank it down, while Brinkley fastened
to dilute and dispose of the other.
Then he gave some orders to Tim, and
they started off. AS they had no par
ticular object in view, they chose the
pleasant route, and clearly the pleas
ATTEST lay across the sand hills. Not
because the sand hills were pleasant
in themselves-they were not, especial
~ on day when the sun was scOrch-
ing the roads and making the sea like
a mill-pond-but because by crossing
the sand hills one came on the other
side upon foot path which led by
vario::i windings gradually to the top
of Lreczy cliffs.
To the sand hills. therefore, they
wendell their way. Having gained
them, they followed a route which
Matt knew full we'll, AMI which soon
brought them to the narrow foot path
beyond. During the walk she was sim
gularly silent, and Brinklcy seemed to
be busily trying to work out some alb
struse problem which had taken pos
session of his brain.
When they had followed the foot
path for some distance and had gained
the greensward on the top of the cliffs.
the young man threw himself upon the
grass and invited Matt to do the same.
1t was very pleasant there, soothing
both to the eye and to the mind. The
cliff was cOvered-sonewhat sparsely,
it is true-with stunted grass: and just
below, on their right. lay the ocean.
calm as any mill-pond. but signing
softly as the water kissed the rocks
and flowed back again with rhythmic
throbs. On their left lay the sand
hills. glittering like dusty gold in the
sun-rays, while just before and below
them was the village.
do you see that house standing all
by itself, close to shore?" said Matt
pointing to the cottage where she
lived. That belongs to William Jones'
And, look We now. there be William
Jones on the rocks.''
Looking down. Brinkiey beheld' n
figure moving along the rocks. just
where the water touched the edge.
Very lazy Of William JONES'" he
said. why isn't he at worl:"
AT work?''
Eyes. tilling the fields or fishing. BY
the way, forgot to ask You, is he a
No. he amt" said Matt. "He's 4 |
vrccker, he isl
"A what?" exclaimed Brinkley.
"A wrecker," continued Matt, as if
was the most natural occupa-