The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-12
Copyright 1901. by Daily Story Pub. co)

and ant lie lie down d bit an I'll bring drap to quiet yer nerves
 '"rake the widdy's advice said Doyle. "Shure we're on the verge of the trem- mins' -,.,- ,
 "Doylc." thundered Larry with dra- lnatic ccntemput, 'l am no nearer the tremmins than a child that has never nad aa a drap to drink out milk. Be all the saints an as thrue as me name Is Larry OHearII, I'll never see the sun rise on another day. Gintilmen.- twith me inpressivencss that carried conviction in it's very ring) I've swallowed me sthore
 With cry of "Och hone!" Mrs. Stat tery sank fainting upon the stairs. Lun, in amazement, unable to articuiate word, while Riley crossed himself hur- riedly and began to mutter his prayers. It seemed a painfully long time before a word was spoken. but finally Doyle ad- vanced and in Il sympathetic tone advlSed Larry to return to his bed till doctor could be brought This course was taken, and very soon the man of medicine was bending over his patient and listening 10 descriptions of the agofles he endured as the teeth slowly. progressed througn OIIearn's "chist'' toward ms stofnacn' M and then there was description of more symptoms, followed by long consuita- tion. In time, strange looking apparatus was brought and heavy storage batteries were carried to OHearn's room, and then the weird, wonderful X-rays were direct ed upon the suffering man, whose pam and exhausted increased each moment until he appeared to be approachlng collapse.
 Out on the work beyond Golden Valley in the afternoon, Flynn stood watcnlag the operations of the steam shovel, when Dennis Cleary, one of the foremen, CaHie sauntering along.
 ''Whin did ye come back from Spring vile, Dennis? asked Flynn.
 'stDn No IS was tho rIDly
 Whats rhe news down there?"
 "Shure what's the Cse of we're ask in? Wasn't ye down there yerselt last
 ai was that, but heard nothin'
 An didn't anybody tell ye that poor Larry OHearn lies at the pint or
 "The divil he does, man! Shure that can't be so fer didn't 1 lave him this mornin early as well as .ye, are this min have had in his head"
 That may be thrue fer ye. but all the same Larry's a doomed man."
 What the blazes could have happened him so quick Denis? Did he meet wid an accident?
 F He did that. for he swalred his false teeth while he slept, an all the doctors in the town are searchin up and down hls interior wid electric lights thrying to discover where the obstruction was lodged
 flynn kHOChSu LHc rum lib briarwood and then slowly retilled it.
 ''Ye ain't iokn', DenniS?
 'Never bit of it. Mr. Flynn. I'm as serious as a confessional.
 "Where'd ye hear the sthory?"
 Mike O'Bricn. who drives fer Docthor Russell, towld me at the station
 Flynn shook his head. Poor Larry"
 Then he walked over to the tool box. shut down the cover and on the back of a time slip wrote a few words. Calling to the village with the message as fast as possible, and not to stop till the tel egraph operator had received it.
 The long summer day was drawing to a close in the sick chamber when Mrs. Slattery came softly to the door and beckoned to Lundergin, who sat by the bed of his friend The doctors had de- notified immediately should any change occur in the. patient. For an hour O'Hearn had been comparatively quiet, for he was dosed liberally with quieting drugs and had grown weak with the wor- ry. excitement and terror over his con- dition. Occasionally he spoke. in feeble him of the pain he experienced from his missing plate. which now appeared to O'Hearn to have lodged in his left lung. He dreaded the operation which he fear ed must come and more than once he had eXacted from Lundergin the promise that he would stay by through it all. and, II the worst came, see that he had a suitable wake and Q dacent funeral
 The widow whispered few words and handed LunderGip a yellow envelope
 What is it, Pat. me by?'' asked O'Hearn, scarcely above a whisper.
 "A telegram to ye. Lerry: that's all"
 Who could be sindin me d telegram. I wonder? Open. it Lundergin, an read 1t to me"
 His frierd stepped to the window to be nearer the light. Then he broke the seal and read:
 Golden Valley. Aug. .5. To Larry O'HCarn, Springvlle: A forchune teller here says that Ye vii discover yer teeth in one of yer shoes.
 Tom Flyun.
 Be the Twin hivins," thunderec O'Hearn, leapins from the bed as though the stored energy of the X-ray batteries had been shot through him in one shock He rushed across tn. room to thu cor ner where his shoes stood and nervously thrust a hand into each. With his lett hand he drew forth the terra cottl col- orod plate and it's row of white pnrrr- lains. Clenching them with grip that threatened their immediate destruction, he turned his face to the window and looked away towarl Golden Valley ls he shook his fist in the air.
 'Iunder2in' sail OHearn, impressive ly. If l ever lay the two ev"s of me on Tom Flynn I'll break every bone in lit Bishop