The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1902-01-25

the trembling youth. II card a good
deal about this place; I lad seen the re-
ward offered for q man named Kicker
by; I was a sort Of private detective
on my own account. Don't be ard on
me, gents. I don't know nothin' that's
worth talkin' about"
The wretched man had fallen upor.
his knees and had raised his hands In
application. Nugent Leathwood went
across to him, and stood calmly in front
Of him. with his hands clasped behind
him.
You know a great ceai too much.
my friend" he said, in his soft, low
voice. 1.-THE next time you try detect
i've wcrk-that is. il you ever do try 1t
again-don't. go about it SO clumsily.
Get up"
The wretched man rose slowly from.
his knees and looked around appealing
ly at the three faces. But the old wo-
mar locked as impressive as ever; Cor
nelius wore upon his face the most w
full grin it is possible to imagine; and
Nugent Leathwood was smiling quiet
ly. Then in a moment, at a sign from
the latter, Cornelius moved briskly
across the room. and caught n arm of
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upon the other.
"Oren the door, Jemima," said Leath-
wood. For tonight We'll take you TO
your room; cry out, or try to break
away, and I'll strange the life out Of
your ugly body before you've had time
to shout twice. You'll play the detect
i've with me, will you? Now then.
march,"
In that order they went out of the
room and up the stairs, came to the
landing out Of which opened the room
from whence he had come that night,
and took him into it. 1t was a room
at the very top OF the house, with a
narrow window, which had, for some
reason or other, had bars placed out
side it. Then, taking away the light.
they left him: he heard the key turned
on the outside.
All his dreams for fame and glory IL.
the profession he had mapped out for
himself were gone: he dared not sleep:
he did not know what might happen to
him at any hour in that dreadful
house. He sat ON the side of the bed,
quaxing with terror, and striving hard
to bring his mind to the accomplish
ment of some daring deed which should
set him free and overwhelm his enc
mics.
He tried the window, but ever his
slimness could not get over h diff
Guilty of the bars outside. He tried he
door, but it was locked securely; more
over. he hard nc desire to risk a meeting
on the stairs with Cornelius or Leath-
wood, even if it had been possible to
get out by that way. Finally, he sat
down on the bed again and tried to
comfort himself with thoughts of all
the heroes of whom he had read who
had got out of remarkably tight places
with the aid Of a jack-knife and PrOvi-
dence. In the midst of these ref1ec-
~tions-which did not, after all, bring
him very much comfort-he fancied he
heard a curious, rustling noise at the
door Of the room. A dreadful feeling
came over him that the two men had
come back for the express purpose Of
putting an end to him-perhaps of
occupied by the other man; he started
up; fear gave him q courage nothing
.xelse could have done.
The rustling continued; then came
the grating of a key in the lock. Mr..
11uDUdfu put ll1l1oCll. llSO GAL dSSASuAS
suggestive Of defense, and made up his
mind to sell his life dearly.
The door opened slowly, and then the
impassive face Of old Jemima peered
round it; after a moment she came,
stealthily, into the room, carrying a
candle. She set the candle down upon
a chair, snuffed it with her fingers, and
addressed the prisoner, without looking
at him, and speaking in the most casu-
al fashion:
81 managed to git the key; Cornelius
laid it down and fell asleep. e won't
v suspect me-" She Strengthened
her. back and looked at the man who
stood, expectantly, watching her. Il
suppose you don't know why I do this
-eh?"
ut is very kind Of you." said Mr..
Hubbard, lamely.
She shook her head.
"It wasn'e fer you," she said; 'but the
thought came into my old 'ead just
now, while I lay in the dark, that the
child 1 lost might-if ed 'ad any luck
ave grown up something like you. Lord
led ave been a bonny lad If ed lived.
And p'r'aps e might ave got into some
scrape or trouble, an might ave been
glad for someone-not is mother-to
give i'm a chance. to get out of 1T.
Don't laugh at me. I've lived in this
place nearly all my life; I've seen q
woman weer FER cart out 'ere: I've
seen murder-and goodness knows what
else besides. But tonight it's all gone
from me: I've got back some'ow to the
years wen my child was in my. arms.
ANIL thought There-neyer mind
what I thought; on'y TN glad some
low, you took 1t INTO your 'ead to come
an cay @ was my on. You amt; but
you've brought me back the thoughts
Of what might ave been. an ter that
I'd risk somcthin'. I tell you. There's
the door: I'll light you down. an you
can go free!"
He went free; but 1t is to be regretted
that he understood SO little the motive
which had given him his release that
he stopped outside the wall which sur
rounded the s Harden and shook his INST
at the black house.
...Muirder-is It; and bNrying-ehi
Wen see. TIL be even withsyou vet. or
my name ain't 'Ubbard!"
with that, he shook his fist again ana
ran off In the chill, sbreaking dnys to-
wards the buster streets.
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