The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-09-01

seemed to have grown longer and sharp
er. IIc s1rnnk MS VANDERBILT laid fat

seemed to have grown longer and sharp
err. Flo sllrnnk MS VANDERBILT laid fat
hand on his shoulder.
Dutchtnan, ~ know you Would pc In
suldtcd II We did nod mako oursellufs nd
homo. Come nit us, and pring some
vine. 4 Ach, gan zee our Welcome
shining In your vnce."
.'Move on, ye long 1oscd pig oroaked
Lanwit, groaned and eyed them In
terror.
"Ach, pc nod nvrnidt mine leedlo
man," snld tho Dutchmnn. We nod
hurdt YOU"
they pushed him along into the pic
turo gallery Lnnwith dropped into
chair, and burylng his face In his arms,
began to sob like a child.
"The snivelllng rat" said Lake.
"Slnk him, he didn't SWIVEL much when
he stole DraNon's boat"
"Hush, hush" snid VANDERBILT. wink
ing. ''tro cry vor toy; he cry because ne
Is 20 gladt We como again. Led mo look
ad him. Lnnwith. show your vnce.
"show Your ugly face when you're
told" howled the dwarf
He dug his crooked fingers into tho
milllonaircs collar and jerked up Lam
wlth's head. AZ
MY friondt", said the hpney-sweet
voice Of Hans VANDERBILT, II haf word
90 gay. l gu naI dTleu 20 run VIoih NO.
am mosit kindt and Eoot and gendtle
I would nod strike elm tog; bud"
Tie bent down md placed his face close
to Lnnwith. Tho millionaire covered
and shuddered before tho threatening.
malignant eyes. They glnred murder.
and chilled his towards heart.
bud" went on the Dutchman grim
~, 1T you dry to b1ay me valse, ! VII
dear you do ribbons
"And I'll fay ye." Kissed Monkey
Swayne, "nnd pour your own gold red
hot down yer lynn throat"
Lake did not speak. but he opened an
ugly knife and felt It's razor-liko edge
with his thumb.
II want winc, said Monkey swnyne.
Zach you id shall haf Our friendt
viii come nit me and ged 3D."
Lanwth made no protest. He stag
gered out. Vanderlets grip on his wrist
blackened his flesh. Lanwith, who rob-
bed the orphan and the widow, who stole
O mans Invention without q twinge. was
a cowardly cur. The others followed
grinning to the wine cellar.
And the millionaire sat quaking and
whto In the picture gallery TIL dawn
broke over the great city. Monkey
swaync drunk himself mad, Lake fell
asleep; but the terrible Dutchman drank
deeper than all. On him the liquor had
no effect. Through the smoke clouds his
l. u,
| Again and again the imps cracked voice
reused the echoes >ot the vaulted gallery:
Live men. dead men, drink and gold.
tYo-heave- no! there's lots OF gold at
sea- q,
| with the Roger at the truck, yo-ho, my
| comrades bold,
Yo- heaye-ho, and. they call It piracy.
Lake snored loudly In maudlln sl,im-
! Der. Suddenly the dwarf sent bottle
crashing through a picture. Tho Dutch
| man rose from his seat and drove out
| his fat arm Swayne fell stunned, and
| lay beside his comrade
I'd Is doc much spirid he has Lam
goot BOY, but he led his spirid run away
nit him. Zometmes hat do quied him
like dot. Ach, he doc blayful-doo blay-
full Ven he Is in der moot, he dink
nodings Of sticking Elm knive in Won OF
u.s. Bud pc nod vrighdtened.
| And VANDERBILT took the stolen parch-
ment from swaynes pocket and began
! to translate 1t. White as n corpse. mis-
teeth chnttering and his eyes dilated
the, miserable Lanwith watched tho fat
| hand at work And 80 the horrid night
slowly gave place to- hopeless day.
I.eckburn did not go home that night
The pursuit had been prohtless. The
| CleVeTcSL ueleCllVcb 4ilsse''o UoiAN'
never have dreamed Of searching for the
| two men In Lanwiths mansion. Lecs-
] burn laughed and laughed until Dane
and Sir Give were compelled to laugh
| with him. All the three had the true
British instinct that compelled them to
! admire pluck. Even In a desperate 1t Is
admirable. Leckburn was quite In ccs-
tastes over the GOODNESS OF Hans Van
dcrlet.
IT never saw such chap he kept
repeating '"The way he popped In on
us to wish us n second good night was
too killing. wouldn't have missed that
for fifty pounds. I swear wouldn't"
''Nell," said Give. when you begin
to look at it from that point OF view,
there is certainly a funny side"
IT didn't see 1t. old chap. when we
were standing there like lot OF stuffed
noodles staring at tho sptefu end OF
| four barkers.
You have no Idea Of what humor Is.
Hector, my son." said Loclburn.
He held his sides and roared.
"Wait till they're in gaol. and then we
can laugh"
Never, never" said his lordship.
"Clive. much as love you, you make
J me foe II you lock those cheerful
blackguards up
'Its Hector's suggestion not mine"
| on wiring Hector's neck. They only
| took n musty parchment. II your old
yarn is true they had more right to that