Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-05-30
XXXu.

NXNII.
An hour earlier Tyrrell and the old
man sat together before the open fire
place in the comfortable living room of
he lodge. AS usual, a steaming jug
was before them. from which one, at
least. took copious draughts.
you've got a nice place here
said the old man, after a little pause.
It's not many that's got G master like
you, and not many hat deserve it.
You're a good fellow, and III not
soon forget the kindness you've done
an old man like me-"
You don't owe me no thanks" re-
piled the other, in a half-surly, half
drunken tone. Il didn't do 1t for the
PLACE we, We may be sure, bet bekaze l
thought it'd PLACE the young lady.
Seems like I was mistaken, since she
hasn't taken no notice OF me since. Be
jabers, what a pair OF eyes she has in
her head"
is the young master sweet on herr"
He's sweet on her money. He's no
more heart than a turnip or a cabbage
But you lived in the old masters
time?"
Hush, Don't spake OF him. It's his
eyes she's got in her head: and every
time she looks al. me I think of the last
time he looked at me, when sha asked
him to point out the thief! Cad! I
wake up in the night, finding just those
two eyes Leering at me out from the
darkness"
And he took another drink, as though
to rid himself of the fancy.
But why need you carer" persisted
the questioner. You'd nothing to do
with the taking Of the money"
Taking OF h money!" he repeated.
"Who said anything about the taking
of the money? Hush your old mouth,
or I'll turn o out in the cold. Yes,
and I could do 1t, too! I'm master
here. Yes, as good a master as him up
in the fine house. He'd not dare do
anything as Tyrrell Gaid wasn't to be
doneI"
Under his shaggy eyebrows the old
mans yes cleaned.
II was thinking you had a good
berth" he said, quietly. by the way,
he sent you down some written orders
for tonight, a while ago, didn't he?"
Yes; but / haven't looked at them.
I'd better look"
And he took from his pocket a paper
he had crumpled as he hastily thrust ii
there.
BE jabers, I can't see to read! It's
all swimming. I behave I'm drunk
again!"
LET me try" said the other. "I'm
not much OF a scholar, and my eye
sights bad, but maybe / can make IL
put for you"
mot much," chuckled the lodge
keeper. mo kncw wing what that devil
would write me. I'll take the first
squirt myself. But If he's ordering me
out of this warm hole, I'm not think
ing I'll be the man to obey"
AS he spoke, he spread out the paper
before him.
The old man rose and crossed the
at the page.
Conceal yourself, while we are at
dinner in the library. and summon. me
at once If any one enters the music
room. DO not let there be one i~nstant's
delay"
what are We doing?" cried TyrreH.
endeavoring to sober himself. and
screening, too late, the paper from the
others view.
Trying TO read your orders said the
old man, boldly; but 1t won't do. NJ,
eyesight's not good enough for that dis
lance"
Maybe IT'S better than you let on"
continued Tyrrell, suspiciously. I've
been told you were a suspicious char
acter, anyway. / wonder il you are?
II I thought you had anything to do
with that young chap as used to come
here swatahearting Miss Beatrice, it'd
be the worse for We. / owe him q
grudge, and a bigger one than the mas
ter; but she likes him. and maybe some
day-maybe some day"
well, some day what?"
ooh, / was getting soft-hearted! I'm
often soft-hearted when in my cups.
What was i saying? WeIl-never mind!
What I meant to say was this, that
some day I'd take my revenge on him.
But ! must be going. I'm late now for
my orders-too latel / might as well
stay here. Suppose you go for me, old
man! It's not much you've got TO do.
lust go UP to the house, and Pshawi
I'm drunk! I'll go myself, Take cara
of h lodge until ! return"
He rose and staggered from the room;
but as he walked, with difficulty. an
other figure stole behind him in the
shadow. The lodge had been left to
take care of itself.
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