The National tribune., 1895-12-05

MARTHY WHEELED HIM ABOUT.
fellow. ] tell YES, neighbors" continued
Dunlop, gathering warmth, ''if could get
anigh that son o his'n, I'd give him a piece o.
my mind, so / would He'd get straight
cloth for once in his life. i heam Hart say
that he's somewhere East, and there's signs
as how he's got lots o. money" Dunlop
looked around with a fierce air, gripping his
blacksnake till his fingernails sank into the
leather
THE gal said she was from Philadelfy.
you remember, Dunlop 1t may be they hey
went thar, f" said the Squire
Gosh, that's SO ~ said Dunlop. "In
look the town all over till find 'em. IN il
amt too monstrous big. They re thar, I'll
bet. .
The meeting ended and the men dispersed.
Squire Ulm and Dunlop rode home together.
as their farms joined. The heavy. Project
ing ears Of corn all over the l~oad fields pro-
claimed the usual abundance Of the West.
The road led them past the BaYley farm,
where the renters were gathering the crop
and cribbing it by the side Of the BARNARD.
It's wretched shame, Squire. that as
good man as Pcleg here should be brought
to such pass. It's one Of the best farms on
the Hun're -'n-Two. n its through 10 fault
o hisn. Anybody is libul TO fall on N load
o hay any time. I'll keep my eyes skinned
for that ere Bill Bayley, see if don't, while
I'm gone. "
Il hope, John Dunlop, you will N if
you find him. n he don't do what's right.
under his circumstances, lick him. IN I'll
pay Lalf your fine, whatever that may he, IN
here's my hand on it. I'd try it myself, old
as am, if ] could lay hands on him. y
The two men shook hands 1t would have
been hard lines for William Bayley had the
pair met with him al that moment.
Mr.. William Bayley, banker sat in his
bank looking at his clerks at they discounted
drafts and paid money over the counter.
Sharp morning" Mr. Packard, said he
as he warmed himself over the register
There was ice on The edge Of the lake as
] came through the park. Winter will soon
be on our hands
voice, the owner Of which shut the door with
a bang. =" The plaguey sign is hard TO read .
This is the Stocl.mens and Drovers'
Bank, of which Mr. William BayIev is the
President T" replied the clerk in a cold and
stately voice.
Gosh !" said John Dunlop, for it was
none other than the hearty droyer with his
redoubtable blacksnaze under his arm, and
looking particularly bold and fierce
Gosh " said he. n mout You be advised
as 10 whether his fathers name was Peleg II
his mothers name was Marthy?"
John was determined on being precise in
such presence.
:" | am not acquainted with Mr. Bayley's
family connections" replied the clerk, and
turned TO his ledger
" Ah, y said John, YOU'RE nothin but his
hired man, seems like"
Just then the bearded man warming him
self over the register came forward. "My
name is William Bayley," said he. and my
fathers and mothers names are MaTthy and
Peleg. They live in Iowa on the head of the
Hundred-and-TwO and your name is John
Dunlop. Let MS shake hands. old friend -
and lac opened the door that admitted within.
Well, dunno,n replied Dunlop. BE
fore / shake hands I want ter know whether
you're acquainted with The desperate sarcnm-
stances of Uncle Pcleg? If you he, I'd rather
shake hands with a RATHER n more. if so be
you're acquainted with said circumstances.
I'd take it kindly if you'd come outen thar
N giVer ME chance TO lick We"
Well, Alr. Dunlop" replied the banker,
" know that father is in somewhat strait
ened condition financially, but Hart has not
informed me Of any immediate distress. /
ana looking after the matter through him.
%, it's Hart, is it. y said Dunlop. why.
don't you know that it's him that's foreclosing
on him come Thanksgiving Day, or the day
before, n that he's got chattel mortgages on
everything Peleg's got on the farm. crap N
all in the house u outen it, too?m
1T Is news TO me, assure you, Mr. Dun
lop. If what you say is truth, Hart has been
Systematically deceiying me-"
If IFS truei" echoed the droyer
" Haven't i seen the sale bills with my own
eyes? They're on all the board fences for
miles N miles about our town."
We'll, come into my private room. and
wen talk it all over. We viii not fight lust
N present I'm more concerned in this than
you can possibly be. Come in"
Honor bright. now, Bayley you're not
a-foolin' with me? 1t you are III lick you.
II us the last thing ever do. I've prom