Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1895-08-08

! tore ny dress al 10 shreds, IN Is LOT
my shoes they was that sodden you
wouldn't have picked EN- up If you'd
seqa thell a-lying in the street
We will leave poor Susan to the ten
der mereies Of the prospeetor's cross
questions ana take peep at the Whit
ford house and its inmates
Wilders' loss had created stirring
sympathy in the neighborhood, and
no ones kindly emotions were more
aroused than Mrs, Whitfard's. Like
many others, too, this COED lady had
suggestions to make, which, to her in
tense disgust, nobody would pay seri-
Gus attention to. TO her the solution
lev in a nutshell. At Marquette was
wise woman, an old crone, who told
fortunes and revealed the past and fu-
turc, IN exceedingly sagacious person,
who did roaring business in the
Estimation way.
10 this ancient Sybil the worthy
dane resolved to go on her own ac-
count and probe the mystery of the
lost boy to its bottom so accordingly
she has impressed the corporals serv-
ices, and the twain have started for
Marquette, leaving the house in charge
Of Jacob Gregson and Mr.. Dodd, who
do not seem to be having too pleasant
q time OF IL.
Unaccustoncd to the severity Of such
season, lhey are sitting shivering
over the big stove, cursing with much
heartlness the intense cold and wish
ing themselves thousand miles from
the dcsolate country
"rhat gold mine didn't pan out as
You expected" Mr.. Gregson cheerfully
| observed,
NO. snarled Dodd, they knew too
much to bite
"Ilecn there too often, eh9"
Guess So"
"Well what's the next move?'
Skip"
u would If were you. | heard yes
terday Of fellow who salted mine
here once, an they caught him an sat
him down on Il red hot stove, an held
him there till he confessed, an then
took him out an hanged him"
light The savagcs Say, Jake, I'm
off us soon as it is dark
Sorry TO lose you, Tony, but the
best Of friends must part,
'It's bad time to be hard up Isn't
it,"
:" 1t is Grcgson replied, inpervious
to the hint.
You'll let me have hundred dol
lars2'
Cant possibly"
"NIust. No bones about it, ! say you
must"
If thirty would do, Tony, | could
manage it,
VT will have to do, suppose" Dodd
said, without much expression of graft
tude in his tones.
swell, then, III go to my room an
get 1t for you, an while I'm gone just
mix us couple Of stiff glasses of hot
grog, an let ms try to thaw ourselves
out, My bones ache with the cold
As he turned his back Dodd's eyes
cleaned with satisfaction.
The big whisky bottle was on the
table In minute hanked by glasses
and sugar bowl.
Mr.. Dodd was very careful in his
preparations.
First he mixed the sugar and spirits,
then poured on the boiling water and
added bitters-then, doubly anxious to
crafty Mr.. Gregson's taste, he took a
small phial from his pocket and poured
ten drops of dark siruplike fluid into
that gentlemans glass, remarking to
himself with a chuckle;
That's good for twenty-four hours
solid slumber, anyhow now, see If
can't improve the opportunity"
Gregson returned shivering but cheer
full
Here you are, old boy. I've made
1t forty dollars but 1t will be pull on
me-"
"You're brick, Jake, and heres
your jolly good health
Same to you. Tony He took long
: draught as he spoke. Bah. man
you've put too much bitters in it..
"Pshaw! It's more whisky you want
Help yourself"
do you know" Gregson said, as he
took the hint Tin deuced sorry you're
going away, Tony"
"You always had an affectionate dis
position, jake" Dodd sneered.
, But say, mate you won't he up tt
no tricks with me; you won't be nosinf
around New York after Elsie2'
"You forget, my dear fellow, thai
she's gives us the slip. Haven't you
been trying for months to get her ad
dress and failed?'
"That's so, Have some more pnncl
don't sit looking like a-what was
goin tosay-ifit isn't-headache-roon
all swimmin'- drugged, by heaven
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