Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1905-09-02
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CHAPTER xv1f.-(Continued.
"1ndeed. sir?" said Monboddo. Then
he laughed a senile laugh and winked
bot heyes together. "You were not the
only one" he said. looking mighty fool.
ish, but as IL he thought he were looking
mighty wise.
"1ndeed, SIR" said the stranger.
Before we have finished a CONVERSE
tion which promises to be interestin',"
said Monboddo, "you must favor me with
your name"
II beg your pardon" said the stranger.
Tor Monboddo had chosen to he incomprc-
hensible. The doctor repeated his re-
quest. and the stranger bowed. and said:
smith. sir--plnin Smith,"
"Plainsmith? 2" said the doctor. THANK
you. My names Bonborrow. Tom Mon
borrow, medical practitioner. Everybody
knows me. Look here. Plainsmith. If
you knew our deceased friend intimately.
you know how fond he was Of little
game Of chess. h?'
This was said with m infinite look OF
fatuous cunning. The listeners heart
fairly rocked within him. and Monbod-
dos demonstrating eye saw how the
question had hit him.
"Now. look here" said the doctor.
"when l trust a man. I trust him. When
don't. don't. Now. trust you.
Plainsmith. There has been something
queer about our deceased friend ever
since he returned to England. There
have been people after Advantageous
people,"
The stranger leaned forward to listen.
and the willy Monboddo made his speech
at times scarcely understandable, the bet.
ter to assure himself Of the others eager.
ness.
"Now." with a flourish that almost
lurched him from his chair. "what did
those people want? What does this Jeth.
roe Jones want? What does Harvey
Jethfoe want7 Harvey Jethroe's got
q million. hasn't he2 Isn't million good
enough for anybody Now they're both
bowling about-what dye think? Come.
what dye think2"
"Why. I suppose" said plain Mr..
Smith. cts something they attach q
value to. II they're making q noise about
It."
EYES," returned Monboddo. with sud
den apparent want Of interest In the
whole business. II suppose It H."
''IIere." said his friend. arousing him
with the crook Of the walking stick.
"Don't you go of to sleep just as you're
getting to he such capital company
Seemed cut up. did theyf" said Mr..
Smith. ".Any notion what they'd lOstT'
''Thats tellings." returned Monboddo
But know where something II. and II
anybody knew the use Of II, I'D pay to
be taught. You bet I should make q
scholar"
"why." asked Mr.. Smith. "whats II
WORTHY"
"Worth?' cried Monboddo. "Harvey
Jethroe wasn't liar. He said It wal
worth millions and millions-hundreds Of
millions. Here's Jethroe Jones has got
wind Of It. don't know how. He say'
the same. Here's Harvey Jethroe. he'll
to his uncle's million. and he's wecpins
mad, because" Monboddo paused
In full harangue. "Hn. ha! You thought
was going to let the cat out Of the baS
that time. didn't your Well, somethinS'i
lost. That's enough for you and me
isn't It? They're mean.spirited pair
or they'd offer reward. Why. ten thou
sand dollars wouldn't he anything Il
them. It'd be lot to me-"
"YOu know where to look for 1t. ell ?
said Mr.. Smith. "Ah. you're cunning
fellow. you are. and no mistake. Yo,
don't let anybody walk around you. d.
your
"No, SIR" rturned Monboddo. with I
superb gravity, II do not"
"Your jolly good health" said Mr.
Smith. ~ hope I can appreciate a gen
tieman when meet one. and ! meet on
here. A bright and shining ornament
SIR"
SWELL" said Monboddo. "l'll trust you
No. l won't"
The appreciator of Mr.. Monboddo'
eentility glared as II he could hav
wrung his friends neck with pleasure
but he controlled himself.
swell, DOCTOR" he cOntrived to say
with some pretense Of suavity. II hap
pen to know what poor old Jethroe'
wishes were. You mentioned n game JUS
now. II what You know about has "a
anything to do with game, ! Nigh
tell you what to do with 1t. l Nigh
even like to buy It."
"IIundred millions worth" said Mon
bodho. nodding like a sleepy owl. "Hea
q money. that"
"Do you know what to do with wha
you've got? Look here! don't you 60
sleep, you know. just a. you're getting =
interestin'. do you know what to d
with itf"
"Sell Il. Jethroe." said Monboddo-
"Jethroe junior. He was crying ab0u
II last night. Blush for him. Cryin
like a child"
"Poohw said Mr.. Smith. ''he won
give you anything like value for Il. YO
trade with me now. You let me kno'
what It IL. and I'll do trade with you.
"AIl right" said Monboddo. IN sho'
you. You wait here"
lie walked from the room with
slightly unsteady gait, but once out q
view he became very much more sobs
than he commonly was at that hour Q
the day. He visited his bedroom and r.
turned, carrying a revolver and til
sntchei Jethroe had given him the da
before, with the labors Of the skilled It'll
ographic artist within It.
CHAPTER XVIII.
During MOnbOddo's absence. brief a
II was, plain Mr.. Smith was In hui
dred different frames Of mind, and ber
upon as many varying forms Of actor
u'ha Grst tho most natural and the mo,