Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1894-06-23

"He guv' it me doom i Strand, as-n
Then a broken cry escaped the poor
blue lips, as the child CHANGED TO turn
her eyes toward Dick. "Wha' you's be.
hooers!"
"Ah, to be sure!" cried Dick, "I re-
member all about it. You must be the
verltable little maid who picked up my
button-hole outside the Frivolity, and
oh, it's all right enough, bobby: l
chucked her the coin. How devllish
strange, and-But what's the matter
now
For the tears were rolling swiftly
down the poor child's frozen cheeks,
and, despite the chatter OF her teeth,
her low choked sobs were distinctly au-
dible.
well, well, cheer up" said the po-
liceman. not unkindly. Gle wur q
married man hisself.' as later he in
formed Dick, land had a matter o. three
hitler than her at 'omel') Its fortu-
nate the matter a6!aits o. h~explanation
-dOoty. nevertheless is dooty. and doc
ty must be done. Howsomiver, all's
well, apparently, All"
He laid his hand upon the child's
shoulder as he spoke, but rs he touched
her she burst into a roar, and wrig-
Cling cat-like from his grasp, crouched
down upon the frozen snow. ~clinging
fast with both purple hands to the area
ratings.
ma, ma" she howled incoherently;
~ noa. prigged it; I'll noa go-Ill-
PHI
But here sobs effectually checked her
utterance, and Dick was constrained to
interfere. endeavoring toeXplain to her,
after a brief aside with the policeman,
that no n suspected her Of any crime.
l"Not ever lurkin wi felonious INTENT"
interpolated the stalwart officer, with a
grim smile at his own humor.) But
that as it was necessary a nights lodg-
ing should be found her, ''she must go
with the bobby. like a good little girl,
and be put TO bed warm and snug, in
stead Of being left to sleep on the snow
in the cruel street"
But the violence Of the child's sobs
and tears was redoubled: she clung now
with the absolute frenzy OF despair 10
the ratings. her feet tucked under her,
her thin white face upturned with an
agony Of b%eseeching in her eyes whish
penetrated TO the inmOst recesses Of
Dicks heart.
This is terrible, bobby-terrIblel
What on earth is to be done? She'll
scream herself into fits
"Shell stop short o. that, sir; an, If
needs be, she'll ha' n taste o this.'
holding up his staff. An thin III jist
la to carry her off bodily!'
He stopped as he spoke, as though to
lift her forcibly from the pavement, but
a wild yell burst from her Guiyering
lips, and she r~elinquished her hold on
the ratings only to throw both her
arms round Dicks knees, to which she
chung as though no power on earth
Should root her thence.
The young man laughed in spite of
himself, for an element of the ludlcrous
mixed with the tragedy Of this painful
situation.
What's to be done now?" he ques-
toned vaguely, scarce seeking 70 re-
lease himself.
Done? I'll show you,' began the
not unnaturally aggrieved guardian of
the public peace, bending towards the
child.
But the cry she set up then startled
the echoes far and wide.
an die! I'll die sooner" she
gasped. IN no go wi yer, / woant, |
woant! Don't letten him touch mel
she added piteonsly, clinging still tight
er to Dicks knees, so that the young
man in his turn had TO stretch forth his
right hand and support himself against
the a~rea-railings.
.'I1l tell YOU what" he began:
then turning to the child: Would you
stay with me:n he questioned. I'm
there" pointing mp the steps, where |
live"
"Yis-oh, yis." Greta moaned. glanc-
ing askance at her natural enemy as
she spoke.
We'll then, bobby, look here: well
Just bundle her inside this is my place,
One Hundred and Thirty-three), and
let her sleep on the mat till the morn
ing. She'll be all right enough, Ell;
It's clearly impossible to move her Oh
to-nightl'
a likely tale, indeed!' retorted bob
by. "a warmth like this ere, sir, in
side o. respectable doors? 'Xeuse th'
liberty o. my maxim free TO say a.
much, but deed, sir. it's plain yer dun
know what yer talkin' bout? Now
then, YOU theer, get up, an move on"
having involuntary recourse TO tht
infallible official phrase. We've had
moor nor enough o. this rot. Whod'yt
thinks goin' fur to put up wi tn likes
O you
Nevertheless-though / fear to ex
haust the patience of the reader by fol
lowing the conversation which ensueC
through ali its verbal intricacies-thi:
homogeneous little party only separated
when Dick Carlisle had gained hii
point.
The arguments employed concern u:
not at all; suffice it here and now &c
state succinctly that Dicks key was
applied to the latch, the slumbers OF
his housekeeper rudely disturbed, and
Policeman Z, persuaded that he had
done his duty" when he beheld Greta
rolled up for the night in a blanket be.
fore the smouldering ashes in the
.back kitchen CRATE" where Mrs. Da'
vids declared "there was nought she
could damage within reach, lettin'
alone as 1t wur her intention TO be ur
and down tomorrow morning before
tn little CELL had so much as turned
herself Overt"
The policeman was TO call about
eleven the next day TO learn the result
Of the nights experiment, and 9TH gen.
'1eman's" deliberation as TO the next
step to be taken "respectin' of that ere
Young varmintl" Then having been
supplied with n ''thimblefuln of whis'
ky Calculated to keep the cold out fol
the remainder of his spell of duty
and having ~fervently delivered himself
of the compliments of the season. this
worthy took his leave, Mrs. Davids
"locked up and Dick Carlisle turned
in-on the whole even more interested
than amused by his nights adventure
CHAPTER III.
DICKS TREAsURE-TRovE.
EDWARDS ton O'clock the following