The Savannah morning news., 1901-09-22

to bed for telling so improbable tale,
but she knew that if she was to get
back her darling she must act quickly.
She had met the rag man on her way
home with Mr.. Stuart She went out
into the kitchen. How much did YOU
get for the blue bottle, Bridget?" asked
she.
only wan clint, num-" said Bridget
before she realized what she was do
ing. -
Mrs, Stuart ran back to Robert and
his father. Jump on your wheels. both
of you and ride to Stamford. Bridget
sold the bottle to the old junkman and
If darling Dorothy isn't suffocated
among all his old rags you may find
her..
In two minutes the two were. wheel
ing to Stamford at such a gait as
made people stare.
Byagreat good luck they found the
Junkman. He was about sitting down
to his supper in little hotel. ct re-
member the bottle. Very dark blue"
Mr.. Stuart did not tell him of its con-
/ tents as rag men are so incredulous
sometimes and it was none of his bus
mess what the bottle contained. 81
sold 1T to stableman and you'll find
1t in Ezra Whites stable. It's" full of
horse. liniment by now, 1 guess"
Mr.. Stuart turned pale and Robert
choked down Sob To think of their
deare little sunny Dorothy drowned in
horse liniment. The thought was mad
dening. They jumped on their wheels
and in few minutes were at the sta
BILE to which they had been directed.
The proprietor was just going home
to supper. ut must have been my
son." said he. He went to New York
not half hour ago to take a horse of
Rocf1elder's down to the horse show.
l don't know if he had bottle or not.
| haven't seen any blue bottles around.
without they were flies
You may imagine that Mr.. Stuart
was in no mood for joking. He asked
Mr.. White when the next train for
New York left the station and was
told Sin five minutes" They left their
wheels at the stable and ran to the
station. They had just time to catch
the express for New York They
reached Madison Square Garden where
the show was to be held an hour
ahead of the stableman, who had come
on a fast freight.
Finally he came up, riding the Roc
fielder horse. Yes, he had bought the
bottle, but it was not in his possession.
What's become of it?" asked Mr.
Stuart, anxiously.
"Oh, it's bewitched. You see
thought I'd need 1t at the show so l
took it along"
WAS it full?" put in Dorothy's IA
Their.
Full of nothing. I laid Il under some
blankets when I got into the caboose-
didn't travel with the horse-and I
was talkin' with friend of mine, Billy
Dougherty, who has a dime show
somewhere in New York He was
sayin' it was hard work to get a good
attraction nowadays when all of
sudden a voice came out of the pile
of blankets "Robby. take me out. It's
too hot" Well, at first 1 thought my
friend was one of these ventrissiauins
you hear about and l told him to come
off his perch, but he said he wasn't
saying a word, so picked off the top
blanket and 1 found the voice in the
blanket. Well, l washed my hands
of ii then. 1 wouldn't have anything
more to do with it and 1 told Jack TO
take 1t. He grabbed 1t like il was a
nugget of gold and he looked into II
down the neck and talked to II like a
baby. Whether he did all the talkin'
or not / can't say. but whenever he
spoke he was answered and at last
was so nervous l asked him to leave