Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1895-11-14

V NS~s{/ m and amiable, with
>. w deep-lined aquillne
&RB face, was addicted
to low bows, and
self at half-cock, as though just de-
scendlng into one, or just recovering
himself He wore high-buckled stock,
took snuff, and adorned his CONVERSE
ton with little scraps from the classics:
my dear sir" said he, when he had
listened to the story, ANY friend Of
Mrs. WeStmacotts is friend Of mine.
Try pinch. I wonder that you should
have gone to this man Metaxa. His
advertisement is enough to condemn
him. Habet foenum in cornu. They are
all rogues."
1.-THE doctor was rogue, too. didn't
like the look Of him at the time"
"Arcades ambo. But now we must
see what we can do for you. OF course
what Metaxa said was perfectly right.
The pension is in itself no security at
all, unless it were accompanied by a
life assurance which would be an in
come in itself. It is no good what
ever"
His clients faces fell.
But there is the second alternative.
You might sell the pension right out
Speculative investors occasionally deal
in such things. I have one client, a
sporting man, who would be very likely
to take 1t up il we could agree upon
terms. OF course, must follow Me.
taxa's example by sending for doctor.
For the second time was the Admiral
punched and tapped and listened to-.
This time, however, there could be no
question OF the qualifications of the
doctor, well-known Fellow Of the Col
lege Of Surgeons, and his report was as
favorable as the others had been ad-
verse.
"He has the heart and chest Of man
of forty" said he. II can recommend
his life as one of the best of his age
that have ever examined"
That's WELL" said Mr.. McAdam,
making a note Of the doctors remarks,
while the Admiral dlsbursed a second
guinea. "Your price, 1 understand, is
five thousand pounds. can commune
cate with Mr.. Elberry, my client, and
let you know whether he cares to touch
your pension papers here, and I will
give you a receipt for them"
very we'll. should like the money
soon"
THAT is why 1 am retaining the
papers. If 1 can see Mr.. Elberry to-
day we may let you have a cheque to-
morrow. Try another pinch. No?
Well, goodbye. I am very happy to
have been of service" Mr. McAdam
bowed them out, for he was a very
busy man, and they found themselves
in the street once more with lighter
hearts than when they had left it.
"Well, Westmacott, 1 am sure am
very much obliged to you," said the
Admiral. "You have stood by me
when 1 was the better for little help,
for I'm clean out of my soundings
among these city sharks. But I've
something to do now which is more in
my own line, and 1 need not trouble
you any more"
ooh, it is no trouble. have nothing
to do. never have anything to do.
1 don't suppose 1 could do it If had.
I should be delighted to come with you,
sir, IL can De OIL any use.
mo, no, my lad. You go home again.
It would be kind of you, though, If
you would look in at number one when
you get back and tell my wife that al's
well with me, and that I'll be back in
an hour or So"
"All right, sir. I'll tell her" West
macott raised his hat and strobe away
to the westward, while the Admiral,
after a hurried lunch, bent his steps
towards the east.
1t was a long walk, but the old sea-
man swung along at a rousing pace,
leaving street after street behind him.
The great business places dwindled
down into commonplace shops and
dwellings, which decreased and became
more stunted, even as the folk who filled
them did, until he was deep in the evil
places of the eastern end. 1t was a
land of huge dark houses and Of gar
ish gin-shops, a land, too, where life
moves irregularly and where adven-
lures are to be gained-as the Admiral
was to learn to his cost.
He was hurrying down one Of the
long, narrow, stoneAlagged lanes be-
tween the double lines Of crouching,
dlsheveled women and Of dirty children
who sat on the followed steps Of the
houses, and basked in the autumn sun.
At one side was a barrowman with
load Of walnuts, and beside the barrow
bedraggled woman with a black
fringe and a chequered shawl thrown
over her head. She was cracking wal
To- IF "a
throwing out a remark occasionally to
a rough man in a rabblt-sSin cap, with
straps under the knees Of his corduroy
trousers, who stood putting black clay
pipe with his back against the wall.
What the cause of the quarrel was, or
what sharp sarcasm from the woman's
lips pricked suddenly through that thick
skin may never be known, but suddenly
the man took his pipe in his left hand,
leaned forward, and deliberately struck
her across the face with his right. 1t
was a slap rather than blow, but the
woman gave a sharp cry and covered
up against the barrow with her hand
to her cheek.
"You internal villaln" cried the Adj
miral, raising his stick. you brute and
blackguard"
"Garnp growled the rough, with the
deep, rasping intonatlon Of a savage.
"Garn out O. this or I'll" He took a
step forward with upllfted hand, but in
an instant down came cut number three
upon his wrist, and cut number five
across his thigh, and cut number one
full In the center Of his rabbit-skin cap.