Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1895-01-17

'I1drfu as nullS- inc lflSnman IOu
said, finishing up the remark inside
tumbler-the receptacle of many such
observations.
"Appleby," repeated the Irishman,
emerging refreshed. "Appleby-
don't tell me-harrd as nails"
al was not telling YOU answered
Sam Crozier, late of her majesty's
navy, at Opresent baritone singer
who names his own price. al was
merely observing, for the benefit OF
humanity at large, that Appleby may
have his soft spot"
well, an if he has, Samuel, me
bhoy, it's so deep inside him that its
Of no use. What's the good of crab
being soft inside when he turns and
nips We by the toeP CrabAppleby-
that's what he ought to be called
the cross-grained son of a vinegar
bottle"
At this moment the curtain was
pushed aside and man came in who
nodded to nobody. His intrusion was
partially condoned at the sight of his
tace-the same being the physiog-
uomy of a man in trouble
HS asked Myra for some Scotch
whisky in that lamentable voice which
betokens the "has-beenn-the thing
who was once a gentleman, respected
Of others, and even of himself.
Before lifting the glass to his lips
the newcomer tumbled for his money,
and at that moment the man, Appleby,
Of whom the talk had been, pushed
aside the curtain and came in. He
was a man of medium height, with
Drawn, narrow face streaked with
longitudinal lines; man who had
evidently gone very deeply into some
thing-sorrow as likely as not.
In an instant the hard, gray eyes
look in the form of the newcomer,
The whisky-glass, the fumbling hand
A Grassland the glass lay in the
fender.
"Get Quit"
"Who forP" cried the owner of the
beverage thus rudely given to the
oinders.n
"For me-"
Appleby was not pleasant to look
upon. The other looked and appar-
emily came to that conclusion, for he
5lEuBBCl lllo ouOulNttAo anu lOunBtu
to the curtain. Crab-Appleby with
put . word of explanation, followed
the intruder, and Myra's Bar never
saw him again.
As no one had ever seen the in
truder before and as Appleby and his
affairs had always been exclusively
the property OF Appleby, the subject
soon dropped, and they were talking
of other tbirT a very large po-
licemaA in a - Epe caibe in and
- heroically refraineAfrom looking at the
bottles ranged tier above tier behind
Myra's fair head while he touched
his helmet and spoke.
ANY gent here intimately acquaint-
cd with Mr.. John ApplebyPn
Yes said Sam Crozier promptly
''this GENT
The policeman looked at him
recognized the great singer ant
touched the brim of his helmet {
second time.
"Should be obliged if you could
spare me few minutes, Mr.. Crozier,
he said.
Crozier went out with the police
man.
When the policeman told him, a
they walked to the station together
that Crab-Appleby was dead he NUT
tered an exclamation of horror, anC
that was all. Things rarely surprised
this man. 1t was simple story
Crap-Appleby and the man who's,
beverage he had thrown away emerged
from Myra's bar into the little stree
leading northward from the Strant
together.
They proceeded down into the
Strand, and as they passed this self
some policeman he heard them dis
putting holly. A few seconds later HI
saw the other push Appelby, who wa
staggering sideways into the Strand
when an omnibus knocked him dow
and killed him. 1t is easy killing
man, my masters, II the consequence
be of no consequence.
Samuel Crozler went through certai
formalities at the police station, wher
he also looked his last upon the mos
disagreeable man he had ever known
He heard the mama Of the individua
who had done the deed-a name h
knew. He did not know the man bu
he knew the woman who had Marie
him.
Had an hour later he was show
into the suburban room of a suburba
villa by a singularly suburban III
tie honsemaid. There he awaite
the arrival OF a woman who, when sh
came into the room, said;
SAINT and stood looking at hin
with eyes which he had not met sine
thni.. hri.rhlnAaa Ind hnan anunl lntun