The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-02-18

key which hung on a nail above the
desk.
I'll JUST TAX a dauner doom 70 the
auld limekiln and see in Whatna state
thae ill-set looms hae left it. Cleaned
wi besOms and clauts it viii need to
I be after them and their guests, To
/ see the treasure 'ha'ha. Aye, money
/ is the laddie that has seen MOrgan's
/ treasure in my fathers auld lime
( kiln"
/ So it CHANGED that Umphray Spur
way, lying with his face down and the
I pistol clutched stiffly in his right hand
as if he had killed himself, heard the
sound of heavy footsteps approaching
/ his prison house. With a hurried in
/ take Of the breath, he nerved himself
for that which was before him. His
( plan, thought out during the night,
was to lie as if dead till his enemy
should enter, then he would spring up
ard take his chance with his pistol.
( He had waited in vain all night long
4 for the return Of Philip Stans1eld.
( Now. his time was at hand.
Heard v ere o. the Bailie o. MickIe-
! hams cOo?'" hUmmcd the provost. un-
| der the flaps Of whose. waistcoat the
I choice spirit was pleasantly meander-
[ ing; "davert-what for haze they steekit
a the bolts. COuldna they haze been
/ content to lock the door decently to
/ keep STRAY igers GOT without giein' a
I body a this troubIe2"
The Bailie o. Mickleham's COO" in
/ terTupted itself while the provost FUN
/ bIed angrily at the rusty bolts. He
/ had 10 stoop so low that to say the
/ least of il, the posture was unpleasant
/ for a man of his figure, and undignified
I in the chief magistrate of so ancient a
I borough.
But at that moment something still
more undignified happened. a strong
/ hand gripped Gregory Partan ere he
could rise to his feet. A fOrcefui arm
dragged him within. The Keys were
: jerked from his hand, and he himself
/ thrown into the corner like a bundle
/ Of rags, while Umphray Spurway. hav-
! ing secured the door stood ovi< the
provost. pointing the barrel of Captain
I Stansfelds pistol between pair of
/ exceedingly astonished eyes.
/ At first the prisoner. fresh from the
/ Hollands and the glare of the bright
morning. was daZZled, and conceived
that his own familiar 'blakes and
( blackguards' had lifted up their heel
/ against him. He had always had an
/ idea that they might hold him to ran
3 som.
! ana now, Enilp SEaQSue5Q, cried
i the voice Of the angry Englishmau,
+ with the measure you mete it shall
/ be measured to you again. The words
/ are your own. I know not what i'll you
/ have said or done 10 that poor lady
/ your wife. But I DO know that you
/ have not five minutes to live. 1 viii
/ Kill you with the very pistol you put
/ into my hands that ] might blow my
J brains out. To your prayers. man.
{ that is. if you have still any hope of
/ the mercy of God 20 a villain such as
! YOU arel"
''Whaa-eh. preserve us What's this
/ ava? I'm no Philip Stansfeld. or ony
/ siccan unworthy vagabOnd. I'm hon
/ est Gregory Partan, provost O. this
/ toon, comm deeently Until my ain Gel
/ lar, that was my fathers afore me
. honest man. he was dean o. Guild in
I mis- day. fOrbye beacon o. his craft
( An an honest man-as ! am tbs DAY.
sac help Nestle ALMIGHTY Poo'er,"
Gregory Partan.r cried Umphray
/ Spurway. astonished what are ven
doing in this place-where men have
/ been throttled. bound, robbed and we'll
nigh done to death this night? I hold
/ sou responsible for all that has been
/ transacted here this night"
/ 'UmphFay Spurway," cried the pro-
vost. rising 10 his feet and cropping
/ toward the Yorkshireman. surely We
Gamma think siccan thoots o. me that
/ has been your frien' ever since We cam
/ 20 this countryside. Xe maun haze
I gotten a elour abO0t the crOuu that
] viii hae dung We silly. But in the name
Of fortune what brocht We here?"