The Irish standard., 1895-05-11

Il Deserve the Trads Is their liue otf
Business, for they are pushers nd viii
give YOU fair deal. Gall and sse them,
Corner Main and Central Minneapolis,


stay over here, as i have this handker-
chief ii my haLd. Z ..; 2ssss s.s.tsss y
IL did rs he directed, and was In
stantly conscious d . strong tarry
! smell. sS9 3s
ssThat Is where he put his foot in get
ting oft. II you can trace him, i should
think that. Toby will have no difficulty.
Now run downstairs, loose the dog,
and look out for Blondi in"
BY the time that 4 got out into the
grounds Sherlock Holmes was on the
ropf, and I could see him like an enor-
mons glow-w orln, crawling very slowly
along the ridge. / lost sight OF him
behind a stack, Of chimneys, but he
presently reappeared, and then van
ished once more upon the opposite side.
When made my way round there l
found him seated at one Of the corner
caves, . .
..tThat you, Watson?' he cried.
Eyes" ..5s...s..
''This is the place. What is that
black thing down there?" .,.s.
"a water-barrel." ...,s.ya
3 '..Toponit?
dyes. 5eM
sss't'N q sign Of a ladder?"
ssNo."
5*stConfound the fellow! It's most
break-neck place. ! ought to'be able
to come down where he could climb
up. The waterpipe feels pretty firm.
Here goes, anyhow"
y There was g. scuHing Of the feet,
and the lantern began to come steadily
down the Side Of the wall. Then with
a light spring he came on to the barrel,
and from there to the earth. s.
t"It was easy to follow him, J" he said,
drawing on his stockings and boots.
ss.Tiles were loosened the whole way
along, and in his hurry he had dropped
this. 1t confirms my diagnosis, as you
doctors express it,.
The object which he held up to me
was small pocket or pouch woven out
Of colored grasses and with a few
tawdry beads strung round 1t. In
shape and size it was not unlike q
cigarette case. Inside were half a
dozen spines of dark wood, sharp at
one end and rounded at the other, like
that which had struck Bartholomew
Sholto. .s
s'They are hellish things" said he.
"Look out that yon don't prick your
self. I'm delighted to have them for
the chances are that they are all he
has. There is the less fear of you or
me finding one in our skin before long.
I would sooner face a Martini bullet,
myself. Are you game for six-mile
trudge, Watson?" .... y,
s'Certainly," answered.
''Your leg will stand it?"
sob, yes"
''Here you are, doggy! Good old
Toby! Smell it, Toby, smell It'll"
He pushed the creosote handker-
chief under the dogs nose, while
the creature stood with its fluffy
legs separated, and with a most co,nical
cock to its head, like aconnoisseur sniff
fng the bouquet of a famous vintage.
Holmes then threw the handkerchief
to distance, fasteneda stout cord to
the mongrel's collar, and led him to
the foot of the water barrel. The
creature instantly broke into & success
sion. of high, tremulous yelps, and,
with his nose on the ground, and his
tail in the air, battered off upon the
trail at a pace which strained his leash
and kept us at the top Of our speed.
The east had been gradually 1yhiten-
ing, and we could now see some dis
tance in the cold gray light The
square, massive house, with its black,
empty windows and high, bare walls,
lowered up, sad and forlorn, behind