Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1902-10-28

ii was time for him to be off and re-
child sobbed.
"Kiddy wants the gum Kiddy wants
to shoot evlybody! Nasty. unkind un-
Gle! Give me the qua! Give me-the-
gu-u-u-unr' he cried.
By this time his uncle had moupted
his horse. and, VITA a wave OK the
hand, rode away. wnile Master Kiddy
was recaptured by his mother. a gen
tie, delicate-looking girl, and after a
prolonged struggle, was finally dis
posed of in his little bed.
Two hours later Ned Hartley and his
wife were sitting out on the verandah,
he smoking short pipe, Lucy slowly
rocking herself to and fro and now and
then applying herself to some needle
work.
They had been discussing their plans
for the long-tallked-of and often-defer-
red trip to Melbourne. and there was
an unwonted look of animation in the
young womans face
"And you really think we shall be
able to go this time9" she said. "Oh,
Ned, how l do long 20 get among peo-
pie. to see houses, streets, carriages,
anything and everything to get away
from this eternal. monotonous bush!'
And with a sigh she hid her face on
her husbands shoulder
Nothing VIII prevent us this time,
dear; unless"-with a short laugh
Jacks croakings should take definite
shape-unless, in short we should be
| rushed and the money taken. Then
there would be no trip for US this
year. at any rater'
"Dontr she exclaimed. looking fear.
/ fully around her. lit could not hap
| pen! I cannot think that"
The sentence was unfinished Before
them stood a man who had seemingly
I dropped from nowhere Ned threw
himself in front of His wife.
The stranger was ;ittired In shabby
corduroy breeches ami 81 tattered wool
len shirt. the color of which might have
been once blue; tall eowhide boots en-.
cased his feet and legs; in one hand
he held with mock pcliteness an apollo
Ky for hat. in tile other, pointed
straight at Ned's head, was a murder.
ous-looking six-shootef.
Sorry to interrupt the billing and
cooling. but might i trouble you to
hand over TO me that six hundred
pounds you received last night from
Barton's? Stop No humbug-hands
upr'-the drawing Voice changed into
sharp growl Never mind your
wife: I'll look after her" Poor Lucy
had tainted and was, lying In a hear
on the floor of the Ferandah. you
walk in front Of me and show me
where you put the sway; make an at.
| tempt to get CT your iron or to call fol
help and III shoot you like a dog.
There was no help for IT. Ned. his
face contracted with rage and hopeless
misery, led the ruffian into his room
where. in little cot. Klddy. fast
asleep. was smiling In his Creams.
In n small cupboard which Ned had
/ built into the wall by the side of the
bed lay the result of two years hard
work aud privations-tthe money that
was to have brought back health and
happiness TO Lucy.
In silence he handld the bag and
notes to the ruffian. who. still keeping
Ned covered with his weapon. forced
him back 20 the veraRdah.
Now. mate. having called upon you
! just about supper-tlme II would not BE-
manners for me TO dePart before I've
had the pleasure of sharing the family
mealr' Lord Jim remarked in pItiiess
mocking tones Ladies company is
always pleasant. even when they are
in a faint. How long does this young
lady generally stay in hers with &
grim chuckle. Not having the felicity
OF being married myself. sm not &C
! quainfed with the means or restoring
young and sensitive females 70 their
senses, Perhaps kiss might do itr'
As the brute approached his wife
with the intention Of fulfilling his vile
threat. Ned. with yen of fury. re
xarslless OF Consequences unarmed as
he was. threw himself upon the ruf.
fan Surprised by the sudden and
unexpected onslaught Lord Jim
dropped his weapon. which rolled q