The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1899-10-29
Barney. Mae. tell you again .ha, the
Eens.srt Thai Mama .hs5 tie r1s,psx..

Barney. Mac. tell you again that the
Fenisent Thief seauss.hsi the money"
And 7 repeat that don't Relieve word
CT IL You're showing gra:itl,!a Of a sort
which / thought was on-y made ur by ihs
novelist felix
Gratitude Rubbish"
leaned my head ever her and spoke very
quietly.
Then Il Il isn't gratitude. kiddle. Its
iss the o;ssar thing
Then. fer perhaps the arSt time in her
HE. ctr KID lost Aer coolness. She start
81. flushed. dropped her head against MY
shoulder oh Mae. old friend she said
II you only knew how I've fe}t ABOUT tha
Yourgun all these years. Il isn't common
scr3id gratitude alone. X ls-tAe other
thing We'll IL that way from he
very beginning when : sat eating those
chocolate almonds out II yn2I white satin
oox, and YOU men stood Jack % the fra
ard talked over my destiny. You thought
didn't understand. did. took in every
word, and remember who said what.
Carnegie suggested the wcr&nouSe. You
-. tsEt never mind that ~, Mac. you
always were good sort. But Z Was the
YourgGu who Was the lest % you all. He
might - rackety fool: he might he this.
that and ;he other; all yea say and more.
Stiil, II was he who pulled NE out ef the
gutter. ami he who brought me Zip You
;
er know. what the youusun did for me,
Mac: ana tie thought / aidn't know. 8ian's
sec half the sacrifices he made. I'm not
emotional. cid friend and l never said
much then. ana that's, perhaps. why felt
all the more deeply. I've never spoken
about Il 10 a living soul get: but you were
here. and-ant-I had 20 tell. Somehow
couldn't keep it TO myself any longer
Mao da you know how the Yoangun
rr,s mo IN a those
az SCHOOL, He labored with his hands. and
he pawaed his labor OH; for years 30 come
yes Mac. sold himself into slavery. and
wrote me CHEEKY lines that ne had an easy
COLONIAL appointment. And that WAS man
Who was under M human pledge To me
whatever~a man wno' had bought me in
the street. bone and soul. for halt a crown
and gallon Of beer
II didn't know al this, Who would have
guessed that young biackguara TO be half
such a good fellow? kiddie. dear. IL I
were IN your shoes / should love the ruf-
nan myself
The Kid gave my arm squeeze and
went on.
Find him for me, Mac-sind him-ana
bring him back 20 England and TO what's
his. can't get trace OF him myself though
I sent a man out 20 the Cape two years
back, and kept him there until ne had look
I'd into the face of every Englishman in
Southern Africa; and yet know that ne is
alive somewhere. ] am sure Of Il. I can't
tell you why. but am SURE
Right you are. kidi!e. the Ycungun -
alive. or was Il month back"
Size turned upon ME almost aerceiy.
Mac Mac. haven't deserved this. why
didn't you tell me-
Because my dear Kid. I didn't know
whether Il was good 70 cnliEhten YOU. TIE
YonEgun, - he al present stands Is not
desirable object 10 bring hack 10 England
and poverty. Your man dIdr'; find him st
the Cape. because he wasn't there He went
on 10 Florida, orange growing y full
strength regimen, Of other men have gone
there for the same game and IL al the
orange trees were equally divided up there
might be one per mar. As II Is The Young
un hasn't got his. ard hs resides in A pal
mullet ard sweet potatoes"
Mac Is he aione?'
I laughed and stopped down, and kissed
her on the hair.
''AN right. kiddie. he's living en- garcon;
and. you're zoo, enough 10 want him,
You shall have TIE beast I'll go and clothe
him. tell him about the Peni;ent Thief and
bring him over"
Now, I'd made up my mind that this
was going to he one OF those ideal things
one reads ah0ut-a match that was = love
match on boil sides; bat after six months
had gone by. began to have strong