Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1902-11-27

a word Come with me at once"
| Ii was Il decidedly questionable look
| ing individual that was conducted into
the dining room and introduced to Mr..
! Allen and Henrietta. Realizing his de-
| fects. Mrs. Allen was ali the more gra-
! cious.
"Your appearance is much altered.
! Mr. Newtes," she remarked. Before
| leaving this country as n missionary
| you were quite slender and. If | re-
member correctly, smooth shaven."
"Yessum." replied MIR. Newtes and
| began combined attack on the tur-
! key and cranberry sauce.
You were stationed In Gebu Land,
! were you notT continued his hostess.
| 81 am anxious to learn something OF
the country and the people Are they
idolaters"
"Sure thing" replied the missionary
out of the fullncss of his mouth. "It's
sight, ma'am. to see them oily beg
gars dancin' round their Gebu god of
night, You see, gebu Is kind of dope
like tar. They dig for it and steal for
it and fight for it just like we does for
gold. A pot of 1t win buy all the ma
tive women you need to start
harem."
81 cannot imagine what is keeping
| Ingram" said Mrs. Allen. Tell him
that we are at the table and that / do
hot like his being late on such an occa-
siCn.i
ha1 hnp Ixy
left the room until she was back again,
screaming and wringing her hanos.
"Help, help" she walled. Hes up
on top of that tower. and it's snowin'
fit to kill Oh, what's goin' to become
of him, | want to know?"
A second later there were four white
faces raised to where small figure
| was swaying In the gale seventy five
feet above the ground. With the block,
rope and swinging seat OF the painters
Inky had hoisted himself to the top
of the tower and then by some mis-
chance had permitted the whole tackle
to drop back to the earth, thus cutting
off his only means of escape
Mrs Allen closed her eyes, and her
lips moved silently. Mr.. Allen was too
badly frightened to think intelligeDtly.
Henrietta suggested that they tele-
graph to the city tor an extension fire
ladder and have ii sent out on the next
train. AT this juncture Mr.. Newtes
emerged lesurely from the house with
every pocket bulging suspiciously.
"WeIl, III be hanged If it amt me
friend Inky UP there playin goddess
Of hbertyp' he exclaimed, taking in the
situation at glance. Hold your
base, kid" he shouted. I'm bring you
down in jiffy." -.- 1850
OFF went Mr.. Newtes' shabby coat,
and out of the pockets strewed a fine
collection of silver forks and spoons.
A still shabbier vest followed, and 1t
gave up sundry rings. pins and watch
es Running to the foot of the tower.
he kicked off his shoes, grasped one of
the iron supports and began to climb
upward with surprising agility. AS
he neared the top his strength began
| to fail and his hands left red stains
upon the white paint.
! After what seemed an eternity his
! head reached the level of the platform.
| There was quick word of command,
and Inky instantly mounted upon the
| broad shoulders OF his deliverer. Then
| the descent began, slowly at first and
then with rapidly increasing velocity.
Ten feet from the ground the mans
grasp relaxed and he fell heavily.
Into bis mothers arms Inky was
gathered unscathed. Mr.. Newtes was
considerably stunned, but quickly re-
gained his feet and rut -ully regarded
his bleeding palms, which the frosty
iron had divested Of all cuticle.
"Mr Newtes, your heroic act has
earned a mothers undying gratitude"
began Mrs. Allen.
"And If money can repay such q
deed" said Mr.. Allen, name the sum.
Perhaps in your mission work.
"Oh, stow all thatw was the startling
reply. ''Pm not Newtes and Pm no
missionary. I'm Hobo Hurst, and was
only goin' to ask for a bite when you
dragged me in to the table. l had
just about cleaned out your place, but
seein' Inky spoiled that game. You
see, | showed him how to turn a Flip
flop once, and all last winter he would
snake me handout whenever l whis-
tied in the alley. l don't go back on a
friend like that I'll put this stuff
where it belongs now and clear out"
81 hope" said Mrs. Allen, rising to
the occasion, that you will not leave
until you have finished your dinner"
"We have SO much to be thankful
for now." supplemented Mr.. Allen,
'that think we had better begin all
over again. Ingram, will you take
your friend upstairs and ges him some
witch hazel for his handsT
"Lud a-mercyw mused Miss Files as
she hurriedly warmed up the remains
Of her elaborate Thanksgiving dinner.
"I've mind to give that poor fellow
my two second joints I've been saving.
He's been powerful good to Master In
gram"