Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-12-18

ings. I'll hand you over to the po-
lice"
The 'cabby" turned white and made
feint to drive on, while a young wo-
man much affrighted looked out of the
cab door and said: please let us go
on, my father has just been hurt in an
accident, the cabman says, and he is
taking me to him.
Jack raised his hat and allowed the
cabman to drive on, the words ''the
cabman says" repeating themselves in
his mind. Was it peculiar or not that
a csSman should inform the young wo-
man of an accident to her father and
wasn't it rather questionable that the
same cabman should now turn into
that hard, Whitechapel part of the city
which he had just gone through in his
search for the address in the letter he
carried? He turned and followed the
cab.
1t went slowly, for the spent horse
was limping now, and drew UP in front
of an old brick tenement, that looked
in the second and third stories COM
pletely abandoned. The young woman
alighted, asked two or three quick
questions of the cabman, then entered
the house as the cabman fumbled the
money into his pocketbook that she
had given him, and drove away. A
tawny-haired boy was swapping mar
bles In the middle of the street, and
seeing Jack he ambled toward him.
Say, mister, she war nice-looking
lady, want she? Eff was you I'd git
her out of that there. I'm not sayin'
nauthin', yer know"
NO" said Jack, sternly. who lives
there?" And he flung the boy quar-
ter.
Il don't know" answered the lad,
testing the quarter with his teeth to
see if it was genuine, 'but he's
strange old duffer; money-mad, says.
The place for him's the sane 'sylum,
pop says"
How long has he been living there?"
Nigh on to month"
care you sure?"
Course I is. Don't we live next
door,"
Just stay near here in case I need
YOU" said Jack and. stepping boldly
into the narrow passageway of the old
brick tenement, he listened an instant
and then went in through the half
closed door to the large, bare room at
his right. A man sat at desk Uttered
with papers, while the young woman
at this moment more daZed than
frightened, stood with her profile to-
ward the door. Neither had heard
Jacks entrance, and he dropped quietly
into a chair near the door. The room
was poorly lighted, but he could see
that many of the papers on the desk
were fresh bank checks and also bill
heads of many different kinds.
The man took uD a blank bank
check and held it with well-inked
pen toward the young woman.
The eabman said your father was
hurt, did he? Well, that's a mistake.
Write this check to your husbands
name and I win let you go"
MY husbands name" the young
woman repeated; will that do you any
good?"
yes, certainly; be quick about it.
too, as | wish to draw it and get out
Of town as soon as possible"
But I can't write that check. I
have no money"
Write the order to your husband;
he has plenty to be sure-plenty."
mo, he hasn't" she replied. making
move toward the door. He hasn't
dollar"
"You are lying" said the man. rising
from his desk and backing toward the
door to prevent her escape.
'I4et her 60" cried Jack, springing
from his chair. you scoundrel, let
ner go,''
"Scoundrer" repeated the man
Where is my pistol? Where is my re-
volvere"
Jack sprung at him, held him at bay
as easily as he had the cabmhn's faded
horse and drew . bottle from his
pocket.
Keep quiet, he cried. "of here IS
something that win 50 o. more sasiIy
than pistol 8 revolyerss And H