Los Angeles herald., 1906-03-25
The Marriage Of Stitch O'SuIlivan

eff you'll call Miss Lilly, Parson," hinted Chat
fee with apologetic cough.
| Puddison gded towards the threshold. But
his path was blocked. Three square iawed stran-
gers loomed suddenly in the doorway. Their
derby hats proclaimed their consequence, and
the foremost backed this effect with long six
shooter. Hello, men," remarked this one in a
voice Of silk
Here the Reverend Puddison fades meelly
from the picture OSullivan fairly yelped his
rage and made futile grab at the coffee sack.
But Chaffee, cowed and shaking, collapsed into
the patent rocker.
'Who-who are you?" he blubbered.
Crawford, of Pinkerton's. Now, Stein" The
leader of the trio motioned to the second, who
urwound pair of handouts.
"You don't need them" moaned the drummer.
"Tm ready It's all up" He laid his own weap-
or on the carpet and helplessy glowered at
fiery lithograph of Sabbath on the Farm
"Ain't this a piece of luck O'Sullivan?" said
Crawford genially. swapping the steel bands on
Stitchs wrists. We're just off the train. Never
calculated to take you soon. It's for that ex-
press-car racket. Means about seven-vears'
trick for you. reckon.
CAV, you stiffs aren't good enough to take
me-" snarled theI wrathful prisoner. Don't
you gobragging down the line Crawford. |
was took before you ever showed up. By him.
He indicated Samuel Chaffee. swinging in the
chair. Crawford poked the hoored revolver with
his toe and whistled.
"Had you gun-covered sure" he mused. Name
Of"
"Gus Finch" said OSullvan. "Gus Finch,
nat'ral-born terror Got me out of Majors.
There's witnesses. Understand, Crawford, no
dude Pinkerton amt making a rep out of taking
me- Most likely" he concluded with sullen en-
rhasis--"most likely Finch was figuring on
wire to Cheyenne"
Chaffee gasped
"Was you?" interposed Stein, with lively in
terest
"A wire?" echoed Chaffee desperately. "Yes
OF course. Cheyenne. wire
Stein slapped his leg gleefully. "That beats
vou Crawford my son." he chuckled Mr..
Flinch I'm Stein, of the express headquar
ters The express companys put reward of
seven hundred and fifty on this O'Sullivan beau
t,,o He drew a packet of orange-colored bank
bills from an envelope while Crawford consulted
his watch in ostentatious unconcern. Take It,
whispered Stein to the drummer. I'D rather
crchre Pinkerton than fill three-card flush
Come, pull freight for the depot, Stein. said
Crawford rritaby. "Well have to hustle for
the south bound You've done good, Mr.. Finch,
ii that's your cussed name"
A buzzing crowd surged in the hotel corridor.
through which the silent officers hurried with
their silent captive. Chaffee, utterly overcome,
see.sawed in his chair and smiled vacantly at the
Lank-notes But over the babel outside he heard
woman's weeping and he looked up at Lilys
figure by the open door.
"Oh, you snake!" she sobbed.
at wasn't my fault" he cried. "1 didn't
know" holding out his hands imploringly with
the bills between his fingers.
"Dont never touch me! Don't never speak t.
me! ] hate you same's a crawling snake! II
could kill you, I'd thank God-you and your
blood money!"
"Where are you going, Lly?"
"I'm going to Cheyenne" Her eyes blazed.
"To Cheyenne this night. I'm going to keep
close to the man I love. That's where I'm 60
ing, you crawling snake!"
The Western Union operator at Dakota City
dispatched an unusually expensive telegram that
evening. 1t read:
"To Unger Brothers, New York. 7iE
seriously sick past fortnight Accounts o. X
Doctors say immediate transfer Eastern territory
necessary health. Due Chicago tenth.
"CHAFFEE"
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