Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1894-08-23

reaching peak? Yet that invidious
doubt of DIR. Johns! There must be evil
dence, or he would tell the story Of an
imaginary antelope and imaginary
shot.
II grew darker-if possible. wetter.
The sodden antelope fiounced about,
and the dog whined dolefully.
"Confound you. Mac" cried Oliver.
"If you are bored, what must be? Do
| you think I'm doing this for pleasure2
Besides, you can shake the rain off
your coat, and IL soaks into mine. IL
stay outside tonight it means rheuma-
| tism, sure. I'll bet the doctor Is hud-
| ding over the fire now with that infer
nal pipe of his, and Mike is cleaning
| his boots-the doctors boots. ! pay
| Mike, but he cleans the doctors boots
first, last, and all the time. Some men
| have a faculty OF imposition"
The more uncomfortable Oliver be-
came, the more he thought Of his guest
snugly ensconced in his hunting cabin
| miles away on the Troublesome-an
untrustworthy little stream that
meandered through the mountain
park, irrigating the crops bountifully
| In the spring, but often annihilating
| them in midsummer.
He's toasting his thin shanls at my
hearth, smoking my tobacco, ordering
| nv servant about, and he would leave
me out here TO perish. He knew 1t
was going to rain; that Is why he said
| he had the toothachc. ! swear he
hasn't one Of his own left. / believe 1t
is gout ails him. And Mike hasn't
sense enough to go out with light.
| Hal there's one"
| The trees more widely scattered
showed him sudden glimmer of
| light across the murk below, like a
fallen star He urged the mare for
ward down steep hill, and found
from her quickencd pace he was on Il
| Travelled road. Then she SHE'D and
stopped, and he was close TO a shut
gate He dismounted, opened 1t, and,
mindful Of cattle, closed II after him.
After a short walk he saw the dark
outlines of buildings, house with
corrals and barns; from the last came
the savage barking OF dogs and the
clank Of their stretching chains as they
leaned from their kennels. Mac, In
duty bound, set up a challenging up
roar, silenced only by his masters
whip. From the lighted windows
Craig saw the house proper was built
| of logs and raised considerably from
the ground, with n wide veranda mp
preached by long flight OF steps. A
door in the l. that was on a level with
the ground suddenly opened and man
came out with II lantern-an under
sized man, with n white face, deep
sunlten black eyes, and scrubby beard
around his chin OF such "a blue-blach
color that his face looked deathly
pale.
"What sta'c's-priSon mugp Craig
thought; but he said, politely: ~ have
lost my way"
"Well, this Is not IT," said the man
holding his lantern rudely near Olivcr't
face.
81 do not need your assurance OF
that, my civil friend; but II insultcd
you with "A bribc could you put up my
horse and give me shelter for tn,
night?"
mo"
"Western hospitality Is evidently
out of your line. ] fancy New Yorl
or the adjacent islands are more tC
your taste than ranch in the noun
tains. Perhaps you could direct me tC
Lord Morris shooting box; it's on tho
Troublesome, about five miles from
Parkvillc. I am n stranger here, IA
only bought the lodge this spring"
81 don't know where IL Is"
"Ah! stranger too. You own thii
place."
~ don't see that that Is your affair,
'I might make IT mine, II the odd
were not against me-" Oliver muttered
turning and tightening his saddl,
girths. A door In the house suddenly
opened, and in the flood OF light stream
ing out Oliver saw n slight girlish fg
ure pcering into the darkness.
What Is II, LouisP Not NJ. de Res
taud? Isis he hurt?"
"Only u tramp. Go back into the
house" called the man, rudcly.
A fat little woman In Il cap ran out
seized the girls arm, and tried 10 drag
! her In the door; 9st tbe young wopaf