Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1904-03-17
i.-(continued.j

DTebGuliJs 4 HtItO "a NHN
second house as you go down INTO the
town-he has a lot. have felt. some
times, l could break in. get aold OF his
yellow throat. and make him show me
where he keeps il. It's ~awful-shame-
full; q poor old man dying for the
want of 1t. and can't get il"
Have you no money!" she asked.
looking contemptuously at him. where
he stood pleadingly before her. with
the tears running down his yellow
cheeks.
"Nothing-not a cent. The last went
in food-for her; they made me get
food"
Listen to me. Suppose I get you
this stuff-or give You the money 10
get it-what will you give me-" Her
eyes were hard and her words were
stern and abrupt. as though b meant
that every one should have its effect.
"Ah. don't mock me-" he pleaded
'What have I to give yous | haven't
q thing in the world-except the pipe.
he added. pulling the thing from his
pocket and lovingly pressing a finger
into the tiny bowl II can't part with
that; some day some one will give me
something to fll 1t again"
II will give you enough To dill IL
cver and over again. she said. slowly.
"And l only want one thing ia ex-
change"
She pulled out one Of the notes the
hunted man had given her and spread
It on the table. keeping one hand upon
It. 'This is for your wallet" she
said.
He glanced at her doubtfuliy. and
elowly shook his head. They're not
mine," he said they belong to her"
"And she will be dead In an hour
and the papers useless. In an hour
L shall be gone and the money with
me, and then you an whistle for your
opium or your dreams" She took up
the note again and began to fold il.
mo, n~o-don't take it away; let me
think" he cried. eagerly. you're
right, It's III no use to her; she can
never use Il now it must go--all the
property, I mean, to some one else
mustn't it?"
"Exactly--to some n else" she re
piled. Come. make up your mind;
can't wait"
"But what do you want them for?'
he asked. with the wallet in his ner
vous hands.
THAT'S my business" she said, witt
Z little laugh. "Jn any case it can
oncer you: you are out of 1t. AS
say. this girl OF yours will be dead II
an hour. and all that you had Their
will be waste paper. Come-opiun
for a long. long week In exchange TO
your waste paper!"
Eyes, yes--my opium: Will buy a
he viii give mel" he murmurec
Here, take the thing-give me tn
money!"
He then tottered out Of the dool
murmuring and chuckling to himself
before she realized that she had sue
ceeded. Then she looked a little hell
lessly at the wallet In her hands, an
from that TO the girl on the coucf
Presently she crossed the room an
stood beside the dying girl.
there's no SO much difference 8
fsr as age Is concerned" she sast
slowly. Three years, perhaps: that
Z mere nothing. II I can be sure fror
this old bastard that she's never bee
seen. am safe. It's Is easy as any
thing could be: q girl is wanted. wit
certain papers to prove who d is
here is q girl with the papers. tn
9 Is dead. Long live the queen!
The old man came in again. hugginl
"a his trembling hands a little packet
Scarcely noticing her. he began to ge
ready for his long-delayed enjoymen
-molding the sticky stun to the re
CURED form and size, and making a.
ready to light It. He thought OF moth
lng else-saw nothing else--thougnt Q
uothing else
Gradually, while he began To pre-
oere the stun, breathing upon II eager
II until II giowed In tho little bowl 9
(he pipe and liz mp his yellow. grii
nfng lace. aha got from him his nam
DAVID YaFW0od; that OF his daugl
-. ornoa. Hooking through the p'
go - he precious wallet, she "a
at everything Was In ordsr-ma
eingo certificate. birth certificate. o.
iotfSrs ana diaries. Presently, viii
~ smoked. after renlling the PHI
arnin and aGain, the stun began
have ~ eject the pipe dropped fro
d. nngeFs; ~ began % talk of Q
dnys ana old so5nee-probably hecau
hey had been brought TO his mind
the hnppeningn Of that night 4