The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-05
DR.. G. E. ARCHAMBAULT,
IS Pemberton Square, Boston, Mass
rough hands on him. up with him." they

shouted. give him a ride. Whoop!"
Hold on boys" said Imrie, pushing
them back and chuekling amusedly at their
eagerness; here, quit hold on, wait a
minute, I've got something to say"
Whereupon they des.sted and he contin-
ued: You may be a little premature with
this whole affair, for l may moi leave the
canal after all. Certain-certain things oc-
CURED tonight before you came down here
that may make me change my mind. Yes
-er-Oh, how many are there of you?"
His hand went down into his pocket.
Stewart Brough glanced around al the sea
of expectant faces, and with shrug Of
his shoulders and a little jerky, comp e.
hensive wave of his hand said indefinite
ly: 20, there do be quite few, sir"
$50 there are. Well, It's my treat to-
night" He peeled off a bill from roll
ana handed il TO Stewart, who murmured
a thank you, sir and slowly folded it up.
Go over back of the blacksmith shop"
said Imrie, and try to make as little noise
as possible, and above all, don't go neal
town sagain tonight"
They moved off slowly and Imrie
watched them until the darkness swal-
lowed them. 'ThereH be a lot of I'M
steady hands on the job tomorrow" he
meditated aloud.
At his side stood Barbara Elwell, filed
with conflicting feelings of vexation at
being so completely taken in by Cusack,
and of pride at the undoubted popularity
of Imrie Her eyes were unconsciouslS
upon his face, but when he turned she
quickly dropped them and said shame
facedly; Il was mistaken, wasn't Il"
Indeed you were,' replied Imrie. Mis-
taken twice, in fact Once you said you
did not love me, but you do"
81 don't" The way OF woman is in
taIl tba -
very emphatically, though her heart was
beating hard with the happiness his words
brought into being, and she knew his as
sertion was beyond truthful denial. She
quickly moved her hands away from his
outstretched to take them, and hid them
behind her
"Ah, but you do, Bob" he persisted.
Say honestly that you do" His arms
stole about her with the bold assurance
born of confidence in the return of ms
love. She drew back to the lirnit of the
| imprisoning circle in stubborn rebellion.
Say you do" he whispered, pleadingly.
Don't, please don't hurt me again as you
did once before"
ooh, 1 do, 1 do" she burst forth pas
sionately, and hiding her face on his
shoulder II love you! John, John, for
give me, forgive me- she continued, muir
muring, which he promptly stopped with
a kiss.
"And what did they mean when they
said you were going to leave the caual?"
she was saying a minute or two after,
Were you going away, John, because
because-I-"
Eyes, Bob"
"And I might have lost you if it were
not for those horrid men, and that dread
full little Cusack telling me that lie!"
Don't call them horrid! They are 10y
al, earnest, well meaning, every one OF
them, if they have not the gift of elegant
| language, and are not 'clarks," he said
looking in the direction of the departing
crowd. And they have done us a good
turn tonight, Bob. AS for Cusaek, shall
always have a warm spot in my heart
for Andy Cusack."
Il think l snail, too, john. she said
with sigh of happiness
! Struggling along at the tail end of the
| procession that was making for the rear
| of the blacksmith shop were Kirby and
Chaplin and their henchman, Cusack. Kir.
| by happened to look back at the Office and
| softly called Chapins attention TO the old
old tableau there outlined against the
| lighted window. ooh, Chaplin" he said
| put your lamps on the kid, quick"
| Chaplin looked, and gave a long, low
whistle. Il guess his healths improved
much" he remarked. at sure enough's
his treat tonight, Kirby" And they turn
ed again and sought their comrades tc
| join them in partaking till the sma' hours
of the morning of the fruits Of the as.
sistant superintendent gratuity.