The National tribune., 1897-06-17
THURSDAY JUNE 1897

glorious country down at the old Armory
month after Oh landed in Ameriky, an Oi
voted the mkt wake-voted the straight
ticket. If Wat don't take ont his papers to-
morry maarnng OH club the head off ay
him rs soon as Oi git me badge"
Something occurs to me, said the Super
intendent. Do You suppose the fire de-
stroyed everything in that room?"
They all looked at Wat. He was already
feeling his dignity as an officer OF the law,
and replied, after judicial pause, in which
he started to scratch his head, and then
seemed to remember that that was not official
conduct.
know naught habout hit, but hit GER
tainly did seem to me that the flames licked
hup heverything."
Fires are very curious things" said the
Superintendent. You never know what
they'll take and what they'll leave. What
Is the number of the room? o, yes, 68.
Here is an order to the officer that you may
find on duty there to admit you to the room,
II 1T Is still in existence, and to allow you
to bring away anything that you may find
there. If that desk was Of heavy oak, as
you think, it may have resisted the fire more
or less, and something be left in il. Bring
everything to this Office"
The three fastened back to the building.
Wat and Con had some little dispute as to
which should carry the Superintendents
order, in which Wat came off victorious as he
usually did in his contests with Con. The air
with which he presented it to the officer on
duty was hat OF a man clothed with plenti-
tude of official power, and resolved not to
abate one whit of his dignity, though the
other might have the advantage OF uni
form.
That order names me too, Mr.. Bobby"
said Con, determined to have his own share
Of the honor.
When they reached Room SO they were
surprised to find considerable part OF 1T
still there, and in the corner stood the char
red and water-soaked desk. Only the top had
been burned off
My heye, but that 'ead cops KNOWN
one" said Wat, with proper English admira-
tion for one whom he already regarded as
his chief. $50 an git dray, Con, hand
we'll 'aul the whole thing down to 'edquar-
ters."
Whore you giving ordhers to?" said
Con, firing up. "Opll let ye know Ohm yer
ayqual."
Kent, who had been looking through the
debris, and seen that there was nothing
knife, from which the handle had been burned,
tossed it on the desk, and said impatiently: /:
80, stow it, as Wat would say. I'll go for the
dray myself while you're carrying the desk
down. You 20 on to Headquarters with it.
I'll 90 over to Pocassett street and see Miss
Standard"
1t was after o'clock when Kent reached
Conductor Moreland's house. He found
Mrs. Moreland much distressed; her eyes
were red and there was strong odor Of
camphor in the house.
II am worried to death over Miss Stand
art" she explained, after some preliminary
conversation. She's been fretting over her
idleness and inaction ever since she's been
here and it was all that could do to keep her
in the house. About half-past three messen-
ger came with note addressed simply to
Miss Standard The writer said that he was
an old friend of her father. He had learned Of
her arrival in the city and her errand. lie
thought he had some information as to her
father which would be of value to her. he
would have called at the house to see her,
but he must leave the city on an early tram,
and would therefore have to ask her the
| favor to meet him at o'clock at the corner
of Canal and Madison streets, where he
would be on his way to the train. he
would keep her but few minutes. |
didn't want her to go, but she was so excited
and strong-willed that couldn't keep her.
l would have gone with her, but was go
nearly dead with the sick headache that |
knew l would faint right away on the side
walk if / went out into the hot sun. Sne
was 80 sure that she could take care of her
self, and SO resolute to go, that had to let
her. / was alarmed from the moment she
shut the door behind her, and have been
getting worse every minute, till feel that
shall die if she don't come back. I've kept
supper waiting for her, and have been watch
ing tile street every minute for her,"
Have you the letter." gasped Kent.
NO." answered Mrs. Moreland. "But I
read it over carefully. Il was real, busi-
ness-like looking letter, and signed w.
RadcliG'"
"Great heavensi" was all that Kent could
say.
To be continued.1