The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-28

well. I'd be lookin' forward to fifteen
more years Of it stead of beini here
with me future before me bright as
paste. But everything was so nice and
quiet l just says to meself, IN tour
the next floor So / piles me stuff by
the grand exit, where I can pick it up
when l strolls out, and climbs the
stairs
And the first thing know I'm TAX.
in part in a high life tragedy drama.
Twasn't no supe part either; twas the
role OF the hero that drops in when
he's least expected and saves the whole
cheese. ! opens the first door l comes
to. and / nearly faints, OWN 10 gas,
The room was full of it, and closed
the door, standin for minute with me
hand ON the knob thinkn. Twas no
picnic of mine, Of course but | couldn't
help feelin' that somethin was wrong
that somebody was tryin to croak and
that it was up to me TO save 'em If
they was to be saved. That settles it,
l draws in two bagfuls of wind and
opens the door again, slidin' across the
floor to 4 window and raisin the cur
tain, and then | tumbles. There's a
girl on the bed and n letter on the ia
ble-the same old layout | tries to
raise the window, but it won't bulge.
It didn't take me all summer to find
the leak. The stencil was comm from
n boia i'm Tho wall ,,-t,o.o a ,,;,,o 40
of these things that sticks out about
foot-had been busted Off She must
have hung her whole weight on that
thing and jumped up and down But
she'd got an elegant flow = gas-way
ahead of what she'd have% OF by turn
In on the burner and the beauty of it
was that nobody could turn it off. ]
couldn't see nothin' else to do but put
me thumb over the hole and that's
what | dene, takln' short breaths till
enough of the yapor had got out at the
door to let me pump somewhere near
normal, and then
And then?" Mr.. Kelly had planted
his elbows upon the table, contemplate
ing Mr.. Dawson fxedly
And then-I waited. What else
WIS there to do? l couldn't sneak.
leavin' things that way. could 1? I'd
have been ashamed to look an honest
man in the face forevermore If I'd
done that. And after awhile hears
patt-pat in the hall and a dopy voice
say, Seems to me l smell gas You're
dead right, me friend, l calls. Hustle
in here, and don't strike glim for
your lifer
And then has the pleasure of max
In the acquaintance of the Honorable
James Van Altren. He's IN his pajamas
and his hair is towseled and his feet
have no GOVERN and his eyes are
blinky. It's two Minutes maybe before
he can shake himself together. The
first question he asks is a double
header Who are you and what is the
meanin' of thsY he says I'm a thief
says |, and the young lady on the bed
there is one too-at least she's been
tryin' to rob the world of her presence!
My Gawdp says he seem what's up.
And what are you doin'Y I'm holdin'
me thumb over this gas well, says |,
and I'm gettia' weary
Oh say lc and skips over to the
bedside. He states the girl. and she
sits up, star.a lk a wild thing. Then
he turns to me am. How long have
you been herer he says. L don't
know says l, but plenty long enough
to save the young lady's life, This
room was a fright when | got here.
VIII you stick your thumb over this
hole till can rest me arm bitY And
he sticks bis thumb over the hole and
| bids him a courteous adieu and
slides leavin him there | didn't stop
for nothin', not even me lantern.
was sick, | was afraid | wouldn't be
strong enough to get to safe place
before I'd have to stretch mesef. May
be you remember. Muegsy, how groggy
| was for a time after / got hereY'
yes" responded Mr. Kelly, with
succession Of mods; 81 remember"
"Well that was the string / had on
Van. ana after I'd served what
thought was a fair time for what Ia
done TO Snapper Griffin writes to the
governor, recallin' to him the eircum-
stance. And he comes down handsome,
as I was sure he would. He gives me
ting honor Of personal interview, and
he falls on me neck in sort of a mild
way and tells me that he believes me
story regardless of the court, and he
sends me pardon, and that's ALL"
"Geey' said Mr.. Kelly after
thoughtful interval "Supposin' Van
hadn't been eectedr'
Don't" said Mr. Dawson. ut gives
me a horrible pain TO think Of itF'
tAud the girl-what was the matter
with herr" persisted Mr.. Kelly.
Il didn't ask" responded Mr.. Daw-
son. Twas none Of me business"
How Russian Men Wear Their Coats.
When in Russia, remember well ON
one occasion an athletic young Saxon
shrugging~Als shoulders and eXclaiming