Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-09-22

United States.
The stout man crossed to the desk
md seated himself.
i Take this chair, boy" he called.
Yes" said the boy.
| At the moment the stout man turned
10 cross the room the boy deity twist
ed the key In the lock of the door and
slipped 1t out and thrust II in his
pocket.
Eyes, sir" he said as he came for.
ward.
He seated himself dffidently and
stared at the stout man.
WELL" said the latter, "how much
money have you got?"
The boy hesitated.
"'Tain't so much a question OF how
much money I've got" he said In his
simple way, but Of how much I'm
goin' to get"
| The stout man started.
whats that?" he said.
Guess you heard me-" drawled the
hoy.
What do you mean?'
| EutbS u mean lndt tne ldDleS are
turned just little"
You're crazy" snarled the stout
man. 1--WE no time to waste on YOU"
and he arose from his chair.
Hold on" said the boy coolly THAT
doors locked and I've got the key
here" And he patted his pocket.
The stout mans red face grew still
redder.
you idiotic pumpkin" he growled,
open that door or It will be the worse
fer you"
"I'll open II in good time" said the
hoy. Il amt In any hurry"
The stout man breathed hard. He
was puzzled and worried.
| Didn't you see was very busy to-
day." he asked. Il can't afford to fool
away my time"
Il noticed what looked to me like a
grand skip out" said the boy, "and
wind o RECKON that got here Just in
Time
! The red face fairly blazed.
= You fool" it's owner Missed, will
iiyou open that door,"
mot yet" said the boy.
The stout man leaned forward and
bis right hand played with the papers
on his desk. The boy drew his chair
a little closer, his gray eyes fixed on
the face of the man.
"Will you open that door?"
Not until I'm quite ready" the boy
replied.
DO you want me to call the police ?"
Call them II you think best" said
the boy. IF you go to that window and
call loud enough friend of mine will
be right up. He's waiting outside there
for me-"
The right hand OF the stout man sud
denly grasped the knob of. small
drawer and jerked II open. And at the
same instant the fingers of the boy
closed on his wrist.
None o that" growled the lad.
There was something glittering In
the drawer It was a revolver. With
a sudden display of strength the boy
flung the stout man back in the chair
and seized the weapon.
"Going to murder mel" gasped the
stout man.
81 don't think II will be necessary"
said the boy as he drew out the cylin.
der and dropped 1t in his coat pocket.
Anyway, l have removed the tempta.
ton"
"You are a young scoundrel," snar
led the man.
The boy smiled.
you mustn't get so excited" he said
in soothing tone. It's bad for you.
You amt built to stand 1t. You re-.
mind me of Ezra Rathbone. He had
just the same short neck an the same
red face, an one day he got into dis
pute at horse race an dropped dead"
What do you want?" growled the
stout man.
Now you're talkin' sense" said the
boy. Il can tell you what | want In
Just two minutes"
go ahead"
The boy leaned forward.
| "There's school teacher down at
our place named Almira Truscott. Miss
Almira Truscott," he said, "She isn't
young an she isn't particularly attrac
tive. but she's good woman and we
ali think lot of her. She was my
teacher for awhile, an there amt a
boy ever learned from her that would.
MT stand up an fight for Almira Trus.
cott."
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