Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-06-30
think this was Ravens quarry instead

think this was Ravens quarry instead
of Woods!"
81 am not going to crafty you by
quarreling with you Vyse," said
Clifford. Come. I've had to deal
with your kind before now. You are
good workman, and rather a clever
fellow; don't spoil it all by being a
fool as well. You know as well as do
that am answerable for what goes on
here, and that l am not the sort of
man to stand by and see my employer
robbed"
Robbed! Do you call me theft"
snarled Vyse, with an evil glare in his
black eyes.
ANY man who steals his masters
time is thief, my friend" said
Clifford, quietly. Now, think that
over as you go back to your work; and
remember too. that this is your last
chance. The next time | find you play
ing this trick will be the last"
The man was sobered by the grave,
stern voice, and stood, staring sullenly.
"Oh, you'll sack me, will your" he
said, sullenly.
Most certainly" said Clifford,
calmly; 'as | would any man who be-
haved as you do. But | should be
sorry to do that We understand each
other, think?"
eyes, we understand each other"
Vyse muttered. you've been my
tA bn
quarry, you interloper!"
I'm no enemy of yours or any
MANS" said Clifford, as quietly as
before. you have only two enemies
Vyse-yourself and that" and he
picked up the empty bottle.
Vyse started. and a dark red stained
his dusky cheek.
Give me that bottle!" he growled.
IT'S none of yours"
Clifford laughed at the childishness
of the request, and then quickly faised
his hand to throw the bottle away.
AS if maddened by the gesture, Vyse
raised his pick and took a step for
ward; at the same moment Clifford
heard cry of terror from behind him,
and the next moment he saw and felt
an arm thrown across his breast.
Looking down in amazement he en-
countered the pretty face of Nellie
Wood; it was as white as death.
The pick dropped harmlessly in
Vyses hands, and with a smotherea
oath he strobe past them, his eyes
fixed on Nellie with wild glance.
Miss Nellie!" said Clifford. and he
half put his arm round her waist to
support her, for she leaned back
against him almost as if she were
going to faint.
With little spasmodic shudder she
dropped her face in her hands. and so
they stood while one could count
twenty. Then, still pale and trem-
bling, she look up at him, and drew
long breath.
"Oh. Mr.. Raven, what-what was he
going to do?"
"Who-vyse? Nothing. Miss
Nellie" he said. with a smile.
"But-but-" she said. with a
shudder, he was going to strike you,
He had his pick raised!"
Was it that that frightened your"
he said, laughing TO reassure her
He was only going to put it over his
shoulder. He is rather theatrical in
his movements; that is ALL
She looked at him fearfully and
doubtfully, and shook her head.
NO, that was not all, oh. Mr.
haven't" she paused and pressed her
hand to her bosom; that mamie is
a bad, violent man-you viii take care,
you will be careful?"
Come, Miss Nellie" he said. smil.
ing, you are distressing yourself
without any cause"
No, am not. +" she said forgetting
her natural timidity in her earnest
ness, Il know vyse: he is the most
dangerous man in the quarry; have
heard my father say so: and-and he
does not like you,"
DO you think so? Why?" said