The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-04-05
CHAPTER vi.
A RUN OF GOOD LUCK.

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of Cole Winters sink within him.
He was possessed OF true American
grit, and a moment g reflection decided
him to profit, if possible, by his sad pre-.
dicament.
The box was about one-third full OF
old rags and pe;ces Of cloth, and among
these he began feeling, taking care to
make no noise.
Almost Immediately his search was re.
warded by the discovery Of what seemed
to be an envelope or wrapper nearly an
inch in thickness.
He was in the act of transferring this
to one Of his boot legs when thought
struck him.
While at the exposition the preceding
night he had taken quite o number OF the
circulars of different city firms represent
ed there, his object being to call on some
of them and try to secure employment.
To his JOY he found that they were still
in his pocket.
II required but o moment for him to
change these papers for the bonds, thrust
inc the latter into his boot and replacing
the envelope where he had found it.
This done, he turned his attention once
more to his enemies.
key turned in the lock.
They're after him." replied Bloom,
who had Just entered. That's what
caused the racket
-Who?"
THE police! They're after Winters. :"
Has he been seen?"
.They had him once, but he broke
s,ssy; sxsy; at least that's the talk on Clark
.They may Conclude to search the
buildings along here. suggested Morris.
'True," assented Sears, 'and we'd bet
ter be getting out.
Right YOU are!" cried Bloom. Secure
the picture cards, and we'll vamoose the
ranch"
He pointed to the rough box, and in q
moment the young man had sprung for
ward and thrown 1t open.
With cry Of dismay he staggered
back.
We're betrayed" he hissed, drawing
and cooking revolver.
WHAT'S the racket" demanded the
burglar, initiating his example.
There's some ono in the box. Make
q move, and you die for it'll"
The warning was addressed to the IN
known intruder.
.. Bring forward the light. Max" he con-
tinued, while we keep him covered"
'Thunder!" calculated the last named
individual as he fasheu unto the pox the
penetrating rays Of dark lantern.
What is it2" qUeried Sears.
IN dead mnn!"
No, he's drunk.
1Thurder, cried Morris.
whats the matter now2"
Hanged if it ain't our man, Cole Win.
ters!"
Another moment md three pairs Of
ewes we're glowering upon the apparently
inanimate form of our hero.
How came he here?" asked Morris.
Slipped in to evade tho police!" re-
piled Sears.
'Is he dead?"
No; don't you see he's breathing?"
The close quarters and lack of air
have revived the power of the drug, that's
OIL Lend hand.
A moment later Cole was lifted out and
laid, or, rather, thrown upon the floor.
Look fcr the bonds!" urged Bloom.
Here they sre," announced the youE-
man, as he drew forth the package upon
which our horo had thoughtfully replaced
tho rubber band that hold it together,
see # they're all right" importuned
the burglar.
oh, nonsense! We've other business
to dispatch.
With this he thrust the supposed valu-
able packet into his pocket.
What are We to do with him?" asked
Morris, giving the form upon the floor
kick.
Well leave him here, and take good
pains that the police search the building.
Oh! we're in for run Of good luck.
Il don't know about that" declared
! Bloom, lugubriouslv.
! "Whyp" demanded both the others.
THE newsboys are crying out extra,
with bal piece Of news. outside. for
got to tell you when came in.
Whats that?" asked Sears.
"The sudden death OF Berenice st
Cyr!"
| mo, mean that"
The burglar emphasized the final pro-
noun, and pointed ut Cole Winters.
He had borne without wincing his rude
| fall to the floor and the brutal kick of tht
so-called banker, but the sudden an
nouncene eut OF the death of her who
though the acquaintance of an hour, hst
made an indrlibIe impression upon hi
heart, was too much Tor him to bear
He had for GOTTEN his perilous position
and with eyes wide open had half riser
to sitting posture..