Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-06-07

say that he couldn't ride n horse
Tho inventive cells of HIS usually fer
tile brain lay passive. Now" went
on the officer. mounting his own nag.
will ye go quietly? If sc don't III
plug ye in tn leg with a chunk o
lead won't stan no nonsense
what are you going TO DO with
me?" asked Warburton. with n desper-
ate effort to collect his energies.
Lock ye up; mebbe throw pail Of
water on that overheated cocoanut Of
yours"
but If you'll only let me explain 10
you! It's all a joke; | got the wrong
carriage"
Marines, marinesi d ye think |
was born yestiddy? Ye wanted tn
ladies' sparklers, or I'm doughhead." "
The police are the same all over the
world; the original idea sticks to
them and truth in voice or presence
is but sign of deeper cunning and
villainy. Anyhow, ye can't turn around
Washington like ye do in England, me
cockney. Ye can't drive more'n hum
dred miles an hour on these pave
ments."
"But, tell you" Warburton, real
izing where his escapade was about
to lead him, grew desperate. The ig-
nominy of it! He would be the laugh
ing-stock of the town on the morrow.
The papers would TEEN with it. you'll
find that you are making a great mis-
take. If you will only take me to-
Scott Ci1cle-"
"Where ye have pal with gun,
eh? Git ahead" and the two made off
toward the west.
Once or twice the officer found him
self admiring the easy seat of his
| prisoner; and if the horse had been
anything but a trained animal, he
would have worried some regarding the
ultimate arrival at the third precinct.
Half a dozen times Warburton was
of mind to make bolt for it, but he
did not dare trust the horse or his
| knowledge of the streets. He had al
ready two counts against him, disor-
derly conduct and abduction, and he
had no desire to add uselessly a third
that of resisting an officer, which
seems the greatest possible crime a
man can commit and escape hanging.
Oh, for a mettlesome nag! There
would be no police-station for him,
then. Police-station! Heavens, what
should he do? His brother, his sister;
their dismay, their shame; not count
ing that he himself would be laughed
at from one end of the continent to
the other. What an ass he had made
of himself! He wondered how much
money it would take to clear himself
ard at the same moment recollected
that he hadn't a cent in his clothes.
A sweat of terror moistened his brow
What are ye up to, anyway" asked
the policeman. What kind of booze
have ye been samplin'?"
1--WE nothing to say"
aye speak clear enough. So much
tn worse, if ye amt drunk. Was We
crazy t. ride like that? Ye might have
| killed III women an had bill of man.
slaughter brought against ye."
81 have nothing to say; it is all a
mistake. | got the wrong number and
the wrong carriage"
9TH devil We did. An where was
ye goin' to drive tn other carriage al
that thanderin' rate? 1t won't wash
His honor'n be stone-deaf when we tell
him that. You're drunk or have BEEN
mot tonight
"Well, I'd give me night off t. know
what We were up to. Dol't ye know
nothin' about ordinances an laws?
An l wouldn't mind hayin' ye tell me
| why We threw yer arms around tn lady
an kissed her. er."-shrewdly.
Warburton started in his saddle. He
had forgotten all about that part OF
the episode. His blood warmed sud-
denly and his cheeks burned. He had
kissed her, kissed her soundly, too
the most radiantly beautiful woman in
the world. Why, come to think of it
it was easily worth a night in Jail
Yes, by George, he had kissed her
kissed that blooming cheek, and but
for this policeman, would have forgot
ten! Whatever happened to him, she
| wouldn't forget in hurry. He laughed
| The policeman gazed at him in panied
surprise.
"Well, ye seem t. take it good and
hearty"
eff you could only see the humor
in it, my friend, you'd laugh, too"
ooh, I would, hey? All | got t
say is that yer nerve gifts me- An ye
stand a pretty good show of bein'
rounded up for moren 80 days, too
Well, we've had yer joke; mebbe We
have tn price t pay tn fiddler. Turn
| here"
The rest of the ride was in silence,
Warburton gazing callously ahead and
the officer watching him with a wary
eye to observe any suggestive move
ment. He couldn't make out this chap.
There was something wrong, some
! deep-dyed villainy-of this he hadn't
| the slightest doubt. 1t was them high