Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1900-10-25

81 shall send out an alarm" she
said; "or, better yet. let Us put an
advertisement in the paper: Come
home at n Almost distracted"
That's a good idea,' said Freshing-
ton. I'm the meantime suppose we
stop at some of the railroad stations.
We may find him waiting for a train"
They drove to n station and ques-
toned the man in charge, describing
Dobley infinitely.
"A mar took a train a few moments
ago." he said, but he had gray whis-
kers and walked with a cane"
"A disguise" horsely whispered Mrs
Dobley. HE most probably would
have a disguise. Oh, this is dreadful"
"Dld the man act ~queerly?" she
asked, excitedly.
Fl ate about a quart of peanuts
while he waited for the train" said the
agent. II don't know whether you'd
call th2+ suspicious or not"
Hes perfectly wild about peanuts"
said Mrs. Dobley. Cant you see? An
old man with gray whiskers eating
peanuts-why, it's just as plain."
Then I'll telegraph to the first sta
ton the train stops at" said Freshing-
ton.
But whom can you telegraph to?"
moaned Mrs. Dobley. Hell think it is
a trick to find where he is going. He'll
never admit who he is"
Wait a minute" said Freshington,
taking up d telegraph blank.
Man With Gray Whiskers. Train No. =.
GORE back at once. Your wife is almost
insane.'
That's a splendid ideal" said Mrs.
Dobley. lie viii understand that and
return"
Il am very much surprised at Dob
ley doing anything so extremely TOOL
ish." said Freshington. Il can't I'M
1erstand it,"
He saidh-h-home was slow" wept
Mrs. Dobley. "B-b-beastly slow, he
said. That's just the way with you
ment'
But he thought you were going,
too, didn't hep asked Freshington.
But 1 didn't really mean to 60" said
Mrs. Dobley. He might have known
that"
Well, there's only one thing to do
now. and hat is to go home" suggest
ed Freshington, land wait for him to
return"
Freshington left the address of the
Dobley home with the agent and told
him to direct the gray-whiskered gen.
tleman there should he come back on
the train. Then there was a mournfu1
return to the club, where more in
quiries were made without avail. .
Then back to Dobley's. Mrs. Dob
ley rushed weeping violently into the
library, followed by Freshington, who
had concluded to send out a general
alarm for Dobley if the telegram
brought no result. Mrs. Dobley
shrieked and threw herself into a
chair, alternately laughing and cry
ing. when she observed Mr.. Dobley,
seated, calmly smoking a cigar at the
library table.
Well" she said, Il knew you'd never
go."
where have you been" asked Fresh
ington. I'VE have been chasing all over
the town after you"
"A very peculiar proceeding on your
part" said Dobley.
II thought you h-h-h-had disap-
] pedEtu III SlSEIOuSIN- Sdlu hTS. DODiSN-
and we went hunting for c-c-cIues.'
I've been here the entire evening""
said Dobley, calmly
"Oh, come now" said Freshington;
1--WE know better than that"
"We didn't leave here until after ten
O'Clock" said Mrs. Dobley, land I had
to tell Mr.. Freshington all about our
plan to disappear, and he thought you
had gone to the club"
Yes said Dobley, It had the pleas
ure of hearing your wild ~conjectures
and absurd deductions before you went
away"
"You heard!" exclaimed Mrs. Dobley,
-and never said a world! OH"
There was no one in the room," said
Freshington-
Il beg your pardon, I was" said Dob
ley.
"Where?- asked Mrs. Dobley and
Freshington in one breath.
"Under the piano." said Dobley.
Il knew you were hidden around
somewhere" said Mrs. Dobley. That's
what I said all those things for, just so
you'd hear"
81 was pleased to learn hat I should
be missed" said Dobley.
lust then the bell rang loudly. A
servant came back in some alarm.
There were loud voices in the hall.
There's a man down there with two
policemen" said the servant. Hes
making a time"
H seems disturbed about some
thing" said Dobley.
HE ants to Aow why he was
brought back here to town by a tele-
gram about his wife" explained the
servant. Hes awful mad"
Freshington looked at Mrs. Dob1ey in
horror.
What kind of a man is it?" she
asked.
IAN old gentleman with gray wills
kers," said the man. "a queer sort of
person."
Great Scott" said Freshincton.
you'd better go and see what the
poor man wants." said Mrs. Dobley. to
her husband; he may be in trouble"
Dobley went out of the room. Once
more the eyes of Mrs. Dobley and Fresh
ington met and they smiled sweetly at
each other.
Peanuts" said Freshington. TN
sorry for Dobley."
"rm mott Not one btu said Mrs.
Dobley, as she unpinned her nat. "It
will serve him just right-"-N. Y. Sun.
Matter OF Honor
Gambling debts are prominently