The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-01-28

di mond that liver stuck out from the ham
die of RAYS sword or shone with the
glames of the divil from the forred of some
hathenish idol. furthermore, he said that
the Major was settled out in certing
country house on the Brighton road, and
that the dimond was KEEP in wan of thin
sphirical safes in the DRAWN room that
they ornament up so you might take 1t
for amy piece of useless funitur' unless
ayhap you stubbed your toe again Il.
3" 'Combinatun? l asst
Sure. said Gomez; and If the Major
died in his Shape the'd have to dynamite
the durn thing
Thin what's 10 be dd?' I continued;
I can't lug it away with me as If 1t was
some new kind of skittles.'
you wants anudder man. Gomez eN-
planned, with a fierce look in his eyes.
You can git into the Majors room. It's
the sou'-east Garner sicond story, front,
by way of the gutter pipe and the verandy
roof. Gag him and strap him down and
twist some oakum in his toes and set 1t
of and youll soon see him a Vaughn his
old poll in token that he'll give up
'Nixy,' says I. Tt may be oil material
enough for you. bein' cross between
pirate and Mexican IuJun. but it's again
my graft 10 use fire. and that's Hat
Thin pump IL full of powder and blow
IT up and he damned to you for a pig
headed Englisher that must make noise
says he.
whats in It for me If does?' l asst.
There's a hundred pund,' he replied,
and / don't care how little of il you gives
to your complete
"'Nixy agin.' / objected. The roads
patroed and there'd be a bobby at the
winder afore the smoke cleared away. m
not lookin' for vi'lent exercise. You re
out of 1t, Gomez, with bot schame and
price; but now hear what I've got to say.
| Joselyn is back in town"
3" The very man. cried Gomez; why
| if kin git him. / won't want you
but you can't git him. you know
| SAYS l. And ! kin; and it's i've hunder'
we'H want to do the job for you, with
| the Major a-ristin' as peacefully In his
| Shape as II there wasn't a pig-headed Eng
! fisher within a mile of him. So that, for
| your noise!
"And, thin. Colonel. there followed a
argument, which | won't attempt to re-
| late, for 'twould be as distasteful to you
as the pork soup III be gittln' this noon
| in which Gomez he begged and ne swore
and he t'reatened, and gradooally he whit
up a pund at a time, until him and me
we KEN to farms. 1 had the whip-hand
Of him. you Sec Joselyn was my friend,
not nis; l knowed where Joselyn was, and
| he didn't. In short, / was the ADVANCE
agent of a good thing and he had to have
| it, Aud so, as soon as he seed he must
give in, Gomez was explainin' all the de-
tails of the house to me, rolln' and puffin'
ii cgarrut the while and smilin' as cam
| ly as If he hadn't been calm down all
kinds Of suddint deaf on me but minute
before
and now. Colonel, s'pose you'll he
wantin' to know who Joselyn was. Well,
If you'd liver seed him. with his long,
wavy brown hair, his great black eyes,
| his delicate complexun, his slinder form.
| hi nj Ia a
| long slim hands. as soft as a gals, ii
you'd liver heard him speak with his vice
| betuned to natera melody, IL is swear you
would, so you wud that he was a artist.
And so he were, Colonel, with but few
compatltors in his dine. Set him before q
safe Colonel, and 1t was a beautus sight
| TO see thin long slim fingers a'turnin' OF
the knob, now fast now slow, while his
trained ear listened clus, like music
master eniyln' "a smarter. A beautus sight
| Colonel and surp'isin'. for 10 and be-
hold you, jest whin you was explctin' him
| to t'row up mis- dukes and give in, with a
twist an a turn he'd have the door
| opened
1T was a material gift. Colonel. and JOS
elyn didn't misuse it. He had no part OF
passel with the flash push. Whn he did
| q Job 1t was becuZ his puss was low, and
| whin he made q strike, he was Off 10
| onct traveln' on the continent, rivalin'
| in pictur' galleries and goin' daffy over
| sunsets on mounting sides. I weren't no
proper pal for him, Colonel, but l had
helped MIN out OF tight snap onct. and
he kinder cottened to me- and though Il
| was well knowed he worked solitary, and
| on his own plants, now and agin he d
| go In on a lay with me. Praps 1t was
becuz my fust favior 10 him panned gu,
so WELL that did the second one, I'm tell
ing you of and which Is the cause OF my
| oil I'm nppHinf
relate for the sufferin' l endures troo
compunctuns of conscience.
"Well. Colonel, | sought out Joselyn,
| and found him mopln in his room al
| the hotel eittin' alone, with his head on
his hand, for all the woru!d like poet
a huntin' his cronk for a immortal idee
and not flndln' Il. Melancholy? Why, II
you had a skitch OF that young man you'd
| sweat as how arter burryin' his last rlla-
| tive, he'd jest discovered in hisself the
| symptoms of the same mortual disease
At fust he wouldn't listen to me- but KEEP
wavn' me aside, mutterin' bitter words
as how he was cussed enough Already and
was goin', so he was, to some far coun-
| try, and there, on Cruel diet, and clothes
made Of sack-cluth and ashes, to reprint OF
his sins. But ] KEEP persistin', and finally
/ mintoned the party's name The effect
on Joselyn was sprisln', Colonel. He
jumped up from his cheer and began to
| stump up ana down the nure.
"rWhat, not Mai. Baldwin, he cried,
that jest arrived from Injy on the and
| o mail
| 1.-The very same says I.
| "He give me wild laugh, Colonel, and
his eyes they spatkled as II they had a
| pair of dynamos behind thin. IT'S fate
he muttered to hisself. would be mad
not to attimpt 1t. Somethln' might hap
pen, and annythIn' Is better than this ut
| ter hopelessness! And he loped up and
down some more, and thin he slaps me
| on the back, and says, I goes you and
| I'm annudder moment he was a ringin' the
| tinker and orderin' up the lush by the
| bellboy full. And to break into the con-
tiguity of my story, Colonel, Is II amy
wonder that 1 thinks of thin old times
of booze. whin tryin to down my bootleg
| in the marnln' with a extry chew In my
mouth to drive away the taste?
THAT very night, Colonel, me and jose
Ign, arter leavin' a cab in a secluded
clump of woods. filed down the Brighton
road We was well fitted out In smooth,
dark clothes, with sneaks in our pockets
| hale he nd la ma