New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1902-11-30
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But when he reached their lodging. tired and
dispirited. he found that Mr.. Bunny Price had
arrived there before him. and was gone to bed
He was Stimulating sleep. William Withers lit q
candle and sat down and looked at the recum-
bent form outlined under the bed clothes. He
could not understand this phase OF affairs.
Why had not Bunny made Off with his boOtyf
Obviously that was the course for him TO pUr-
sue in the circumstances: IT was the only
course that William Withers would have
thought of taking. His head sang with per-
plexity. But he was ever ready to confess his
mental inferiority to his colleague. and so at
last he came to the conclusion that Bunny had
possibly some sound. although incomprehensible.
reason for his strange conduct He only Won
dered what it could be. He resolved to meet
cunning with cunning. He shook the shammer
violently.
Want all the bed?" he asked
"Hullor' yawned Mr. Bunny Price. Where
you been?"
Got delayed coming back. didn't you?'
Question is. Where you been?' remarked
William Withers.
I've been looking for you, OF course said Mr..
With dark lantern" asked William With
ers pertinently.
But Mr.. Bunny Price rolled over on his side
and shut his eyes.
1t was their second successive sleepIess night
and they were both very peeviSh in the morn
ing. William Withers was made all the more
peeviSh by having TO affect rabid f0ndneSs for
his companions society. For, come what might,
he swore that he would not again lose sight OF
Mr. Bunny Price If he could help it. he felt
sure that Mr.. Bunny Price had hidden the
, swag somewhere. and he felt equally sure that
Mr. Bunny Price would not attempt 70 decanD
without it
The day passed dreariy Mr. Bunny Price
was careful to betray no desire to escape from
his constant friend; that was 10 Iull the con-
slant friends suspicious; but he was plainly
very III at ease ana once or Twice seemed on
the point of opening his heart to William With
erS. The night came. and the two men lay bag
gardly side by side, all their energies consumed
in their efforts to keep awake. At last. toward
the dawn, Mr. Bunny Price broke silence.
ITS no good" said he IF don't have some
sleep shall so mad. Come now. Willy Withers
out with it,"
"Out with WHAT" asked William Withers
starting frenZiedly from q dOZe.
How did you do it,
DO What?'
Don't play the goat. How did you get 'en?"
It's want O. sleep. You ave gone mad" said
William Withers, sitting up in bed and looking
at his companion anxiously.
Mr. Bunny Price sat up also.
IF I'd taken than." he said. I'D have shared
with you like an honest man"
Now. look ere. young Teller. me lad" cried
William Withers. lets chuck this ere DOGGY.
You know very we'll you've got the stuff some
where"
Mr.. Blany Price regarded him earnestly.
If didn't know you such aIl-EOns
fool" he said. 4 should think you were play
ing the deepest game on me ever heard Of
Do you mean to tell me you didn't SO to Mus
well Hill last night and break into JOnes's and
collar the stones? And made q neat job OF it
too. by gummy!
I did go up there" William Withers con-
fessed; but it was already broke into and the
stones gOne."
Mr.. Bunny Price fell back fiat with the re-
mark:
We've been done to the wide worldr"
There was somebody else in the same game
them" queried the daZed William Withers.
only bit too previous for That it, YOU
think?"
You're a little wronSer than usual Willy.
but somebody was too previous for And 1
can give you his name. J thought" he added
after a pause. Il thought the job was sight
too neat for you.
Who was II. then as done it?'
Mr. Bunny Price smiled wryly. Yes, you
are n fool he said critically why. don't you
rokker? 1t was Jones himself. of course"
'Joue5!" gasped William Withers. What
for?"
oh It's as clear as mud" said Mr.. Bunny
Price. He guessed what would be UP 10
after his giving himself away like that. He
saw that the only thing to do to clear out
He only kdded US he'd forgotten all ne told US
the night before. Then he went back home
forced those locks in that artistic way. and
bolted off with the stuff. He read US like books.
And pretty trash are! Look at the start
he's got. Oh!' Mr.. Bunny Price pummelled his
own head severely. I'VE shall never see him
again for a million pound Obi Call me some
thing suttGb BILE"
From out of the depths or his troubled mind
William Wither3 brought up one pearl OF
thought "One thing about bein' a fool" he
said you never need feel lOnely."-Crhe King