The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-02-06

.to them and gave forth light %
dazzling in its brightness that he had
to close his eyes The Devil picked
him up and carried him into richly
furnished room and put him down
a couch piled with cushions There
were ribbons, laces, satins and silks.
IN chairs. on tables, everywhere in
elegant profusion and confusion, but
what impressed Mcnamara most and
what he could hardly take his eyes
from was a table in the center OF
the room which was piled, gen
erously as pebbles on the beach, every
known gem Diamonds, rubies, oPals
and pearls threw shade over their
smaller sisters and tried hard to out
shine each other in their fascinating
glow and glitter
My angels are out tonight on 9th
er missions. but I shall do my beet
to entertain you, and shall be more
sorry than I say if I fail,'' and
the Devil bowed courteously to his
guest
While he was speaking he placed
diamond scarfp1n and opal ring on
the table They Immediately began
to sparkle a challenge to their neigh
:bors. What a familiar look they had
to Mcnamara The Devil drew a
chair close to the couch, picked up a
guitar, and the last thing Mcnamara
remembered was hearing rich tenor
The next morning when Macmanara
awoke he was in his own room. The
fire in the CRATE was burning cheer1ly,
and through the open door he could
see his valet preparing his bath. Out
side the sun was shining brightly,
taking away the snow fast as it
had fallen the night before.
What a dream!" Macmanara
thought, he sprang out of bed His
clothes were hanging on the back OF
a chair, and there were tiny rivulets
where they had dripped the melted
snow He went through his pockets
and his face fell. Yesterday he had
drawn $4,000 from the bank, vowing
in his heart to go. as far from Louis
vile the money would take him.
This morning there was not a dollar
in his pocket-not even the little
pear1-hand1ed knife he had carried for
years.
When he went down to breakfast
his aunt, who was also his house
keeper, looked beyond him after say
ing good morning, evidently expect
ing to greet some one else
"How mistaken one can be, Otis,
she said 81 expected you to bring
company down to breakfast this
morning, for when I heard you come
home last night I was sure some one
was with YOU
Maybe there was, and may be there
wasn't What would you say, aunt, if
I were to tell you I don't know"
eff you were anyone else but Otis
Macmanara I would say you were
drunk but as you are Otis shall say
| you are poking fun at your old aunt
When the papers were brought in
Mcnamara glanced over the head
lines of the Courier-J ournal, as was
his custom, and the following fast
ened his eyes:
/ CAT THE MORGUE-''
Found drowned in the river a two o CLOCK
| this morning, the body of a young man
of medium size, fair complexion and a
| marked Oracle was all that was found IN
the dead mans pockets
THAT'S the Devil,'' and with the ex-
c1amation Macmanara rushed for his
hat and overcoat, leaving his startled
| aunt to think he had gone insane
eyes," the morgue keeper replied
to Macmanara's eager questions, 1.-The
poor fellow was brought here at an
early hour this morning. This hand
kerchief was the only thing about
him that may lead to his identity,
and that has only one chance in a
thousand. IF his sweetheart reads
| the morning papers-and of course
| the handkerchief is his sweetheart's
she Will be here in short while,
/ and, if she doesn't read them, he ma y
| go to his grave u2named-'
| Macmanara examined the features
of the dead man closely. 1t was his
black hair, in place of which there
was olosely-crop2ed blond head AS
| Macmanara was leaving the morgue
/ he almost ran over Grace Langdon,
who caught his ARA and cried out:
s'Oh, Otis, it is really you, and you
are not drowned, with my handker-
| chief in your pocket? I was going to
the OPERA the little lady explained,
| stand something got wrong with the
horses as We're leaving Chestnut
| street. and the coachman stopped to
see what it was. My escort opened
the carriage door for the same pur-
pose when I saw you and dropped
/ my handkerchief to see if you would
| pick it up, and the way you pounced
upon it kept happy for the res
! Of the evening I lost my opal ring,
too, but / don't care, for it was al
/ ways brin ging me bad luck
| Mcnamara thought of the ring as
he had last seen it flash by the side
: of his scarfpin n table with thou