The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1904-10-27

mo, she replied. Il was waiting
for you. l told Mr.. Curtis what you
had advised"
And what did he say"
'IIe only said NONSENSE" retorted
Mrs. Rebecca, smiling somewhat more
broadly.
At this moment Celia came flying
down the stairs.
"Who are all these menu she cried
"All these men who are coming into
the yard:'
"Bless my soulr' exclaimed Kirby.
Il don't know"
The bell rang sharply. 4 servant
opened the door, y voice without
said: Il would like to see Mr. Durland
l represent the Herald"
Then there was a confused murmw
out of which, as it seemed, the tall
form of Stanley Curtis emerged as if
lie had broken his way through mob
MIR. Curtis" cried Kirby, "if l We're
you l Wouldn't
The lawyer was already halfway up
the stairs.
I'VE have done our duty" said Mrs
| Rebecca, folding her hands upon her
BOSOM
Celia was busy with the reporters,
and Kirby with his own nerves, which
were jumping out of his body. Pres
emily noise above attracted the at
tention of all. Celia turned about, and
gust of wind blew the front door
open as the girls hand slipped from
the knob
The majestic form of old Putnam
Durland appeared upon the stairs, his
white hair waving behind him.
Here, YOU he cried, waving his
hand to the reporters on the steps.
Come in here. I've got something to
say to you. And to you" he cried,
catching sight of Kirby-'you've
known of this from the beginning. and
you've kept it away from me- That's
settled your case. Send in your bill,
sir; send in your bill. AS for you,
Celia, | forgive you. Women are not
supposed to have any judgment; they're
better without it. And now. boys" he
added, turning to the reporters, I'm
iNobS lOL go' II dpptdlS ludt IL CIOUk-
ed old rascal named Worthington Wins
low, whose unsavory record l know
from 1868 down to the present time,
has got my boy Robert-Robert Wal
bridge, my dead daughters child-into
peck of trouble. Well, gentlemen.
I'm going to get him out again. You
may say in your paper that every dol
lar l have in the world is back of this.
Il know where that money has gone.
1t has gone into Winslow's greasy peck
ct. My lawyer here, Mr.. Curtis, got
wind of this thing an hour ago, and he
pas seen my boy, who has been wrong
1y advised by a couple of crooked
political lawyers. He says that Wins
low gave him that check and told
him to give the money to a GER
tain man. Simple, perfectly simple!
How was my boy going to prove It.?
Nobody saw Winslow give him the check;
nobody knows who got the money. Wins
low has influence; Robert hasn't any-or
wouldn't have II l were on my deathbed.
as Winslow supposed me to be- But Pm
very much alive in spite of bad doctor
and II you gentlemen will watch the de-
velopments of the next few days you will
see the last of Mr. Worthington Winslow.
That's all at present. For further par
ticulars see Mr.. Curtis"
The reporters exchanged glances they
scented fine fight. Unfortunately, how
ever the game was spoiled by Winsow
himself. who decamped next day, leaving
a shortage in his accounts which ex-
planned the desperate trick he had played
on Walbridge.
Robert came home and was forgiven
VIA nraI ngfN oil
around except for poor Kirby, who was
a victim of justice blindfolded.
III he hadn't sense enough to know
what I'd do in a case of this kind" said
Mr.. Durland, "he hasn't sense enough to
be my doctor, so there's the end of him,
and there's no need to discuss the mat
ter either"