Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1901-02-16

Charles!" 1 burst in. finding great DIFF
ficulty In restraining myself.
mo, miss" put in the American very
kindly. i've old you they've no cause
TO hurt him a. ] look at 1t. He's too
precious to them, besides. Fire ahead,
Joe"
THE carriage. 1t was druv out fast
through the gate into the road and
straight on for London. / had TO set
tie what I'd do and quick, too. You'd
told me. sir, to watch the house and
IL IN one come out to let o know.
Well, ! judged they'd all come out SO
anyways / was bound to let you know,
and I'd an idea that the c~arriage'd help
me to the next move. II l follered IT,
I'd find where they'd all gone to.
$50 with that / scrubbed a message
on the gate, case you coined down and
missed me, and / started running all /
knew to catch up the carriage. / picked
1t up long way this side of the bridge,
although / was neal baked n one
brown. But i hitched on to the back
part like as I've done a thousand times
afore and rode like q gentleman all the
way up the 'Amnersmith o a right
into Kensington.
There one of your blooming inter-
fering owes wot sees me on my perch
gives the office TO the man a-driving,
who rounds with his whip and gives
me wot for. / held on for all the cuts
of the cord, though they stung like hot
nettles. / was pretty we'll slashed all
over, when all at once the jarvey stops
his 'osses, and before / could climb
down a feller-the same little black
faced moocher-came and copied me
right where 1 sat behind. He was
awful mad.
You DEVILS spawn! It's you, is 1t?
Aha. This is the second time I've
caught you spying. Tell me who sent
YOU, or by'-some foreign talk-Tll do
for YOU
But mum was the word with me. ]
wouldn't 'a'let on If he'd cut me TO rib
bons. Chuck it, / said, chuck it or
call the Coppers. If " one wrong
it's for them to pick me up, not you.
I'll answer to them
He didn't much like the talk Of the
police. / could see that. They might
want to know more bout him thar he
chose to tell. That settled him, l think,
for he dragged me up to the carriage
door, opened IL and showed me in. /
saw the lady, the same dona, was there
and by her side a big bundle Of some
thing, a figure of q man 1T might "a
been, all wrapped up in rugs and blan-
kets and things. Might 'a'been a dead
un. Then the Teller began talking for
elgn again TO the dona, II she an
swered back the same, and there was n
great shindy.
1T was all about me-. / guessed
that. And the end was that the Teller
hoisted me on to the front seat and
said to me mighty sharp:
You stick there. Don't move. If
you try to get out / shall see you from
the box and you won't get far ven If
you don't break your neck leaving the
carriage. Watch him, Susette. She's
responsible for you, my lad. and she
knows what I'll do to her If you play
any tricks"
witt that he left us and we rolled
on.
Who sent your asked the dona d.
rectly he'd gone. DO you come from
his friends?' She nudged the bundle
alongside. DO you know Captain
Wood?'
"Ha, you see!" interposed the Amer
lean. you bet that was III man hid
up among those rugs"
The others were compelled now to
admit the fact, and they did SO un
~grudgingly. AS for me, my heart was
beating fast, for l felt hat at last I
had come upon the track of my love.
What did you tell her? Go on, my
good boy" | said breathlessly.
Continued Next Week.)