St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1902-12-03

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he's least expected and saves tha why,
cheese. l opens the first door con 1o'V
to, and l nearly faints. OWN IN S
The room was full Of ii, and 7 c,ons5
the door, standin for minutn v.itI, '@'o
hand on the knob thinkin' ,r,rn- '-e
picnic Of mine, of course, bur corI5+ uv
help feelin' that somethin' was ,r,o ,ll
that somebody was tryin' to crool, -,
that it was up to me to save 'om ~
they was to be saved. That sottIoa ~
l draws in two bagfuis of wind a1,
opens the door again, slidin' aaros, "a
floor to a window and raisjD' tio o, u'
tain, and then | tumbles. Tboro,,
girl on the bed and a letter ON tbo a.
ble-the same old layout. rio,
raise the window, but it wont hr5.'
1t didn't take me all summer to a9,
the leak. The stencil was comm fra,
hole in the wall where nno oa
of these things that sticks ont 9tort
foot-had been busted off. She NINA,
have hung her whole weight an tGnt
thing and jumped up and down pn,
she'd got an elegant flow of GAS ,ua1
ahead of what she'd have got by t,r,'
in on the burner, and the beauty of \
was that nobody could turn if or
couldn't see nothin' else to do bnt ,,n.
me thumb over the hole, and taaf,
what done, takin' short hroaths in
enough of the vapor had got out at tba
door to let me pump somewhere noon
normal, and them
"And then" Mr.. Kelly had nlont,5
his elbows upon the table contemn,,
ing Mr.. Dawson fXodly.
And them waited. What a,o
was there to do? | couldn't snoaE
leavin' things that way, could |? IA
have been ashamed to look an honest
man in the face foreycrmore if IA
done that. And after awhile hears
patti-pat in the hall and a dopy voice
say, Seems to me | smell gas YOU'RE
dead right me friend l calls. IustI,
in here, and don't strike a glim far
your life"
"And then has the pleasure Of max.
in the acquaintance of the Honorable
James Van Altren He's in his paiamas
and his hair is towselcd 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 q double
header Who are you and what is tbe
meanin' of thisY 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 Gawd" says he, seem what's up
And what are you doinT I'm hodn
me thumb over this gas Well says l.
and I'm gettin' weary.
ooh says he, and skips over to the
bedside. He shakes the girl, and she
sits up, starin' like Il wild thing Then
he turns to me again. How long have
you been hrre| he says 1 don't
know says |, but plenty long enough
to save the young lady's life. This
room was a fright when | got here
Will you stick your thumb over ths
hole till l can rest me arm bitE And
he sticks his thumb over the hole and
bids him a courteous adien and
slides, leaviu 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 meSelt. May
be you remember, Mugssy, how Tos.y
l was for time after | got here:
Yes" responded Mr.. Kelly, with a
succession of mods; Il remember
"Well, that was the string | had on
Van, and after I'd served what |
thought was fair time for what ID
done to Snapper Griffin writes TO NE
governor, recallin' to him the clTcull'
stance. And he comes down handsome
as | was sure he would. He gives NE
the honor of personal interview anu
he falls on me neck in sort OF mlu
way and tells me that he believes llV
story regardless of the court, ana ne
sends me a pardon, and that's ALL
Gee. said Mr.. Kelly after
thoughtful interval. "Supposln '''
hadn't been elected!'
DON'T" said Mr.. Dawson. II sIV'
me Il horrible pain to think Of H.
"And the girl-what was the ma''''
with her." persisted Mr.. Kelly
81 didn't ask" responded Mr. Da"'
son. "'TwaS none of me business