Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-06-14

Slime was leaDingg forward with
ghastly pallor on his face, and his
gray Sits of eyes fixed staringly
above the clear-cut, sternly-set face of
the speaker.
Now you remember everything, do
you not?" said Philip Dyce, with
smile
yes, everything" said Slime, in
hushed voice.
And so of course would Walker"
added Philip Dyce; "but, unfortunate
ly, the poor fellow is dead"
Slime started.
Yes" he said, unfortunately, he
is dead"
We'll, then, suppose we go to
business; it is very pleasant 10 have
quiet chat over old times. But /
came down tonight to ask you to give
small subscription to the 'Laborer's
Aid Society Half-a-guinea will do.
Just sign your name on this form,
will your"
And Mr.. Dyce took from beneath
his cloak a folded paper, and placed
II, otAlt iCiuSds III Tic tdDiC. IL MdS
of the usual shape of subscription
papers.
"Where?" said Slime, taking up
pen from the ink-stand on the mantel-
shelf.
Here, just here" said Philip Dyce,
pointing go a small space left I'M
covered.
Slime squared his arms, then hest
tated.
Dear me- said Philip Dyce, mus
ingly, this is the second time you
have signed your name for me in this
room, Slime"
Slime started, and hurriedly wrote
his name, throwing the pen from him
when he had done SO, and wiping
the perspiration from his forehead
quite warm tonight" said Philip
Dyce, looking as calm and cool as if
since his birth. We'll, | must be go
ing. Goodnight, Slime"
Slime took up the candle and lighted
his visitor to the door. The rain and
the wind blew smartly into the little
passage, but Philip Dyce laughed
softly as he threw his cloak round
him.
"A nice night, Slime Go back and
get some more gin and water. Good
night"
And he walked quickly away.
Notwithstanding the wind and the
rain, and his visitors departing in
junction, Mr.. Slime stood, shading
the candle and staring after the now
Gimly-seen figure.
"What--what?" muttered the virtu-
Gus steward, biting his thin lips
whats he after? What's he going to
do? ! DON'T understand it yet. But
curse him ,--whaever it is he's GO
ing to drag me in for it. Tiff I'd
had the courage of a mouse when he
brought out that paper l should a.
sprung upon him and Knocked him
down with the poker, with the candle
stick, with anything. SO long as l got
the paper from him. And If | had"
snarled Slime. clinching his hand and
shaking 1t at the outer darkness, I'D
have seen him dead and buried before
I'd have set my name again to this
fresh paper or have remembered
things that never occurred-never oc-
cured, III swear!" he snarled, en-
phatically, as he entered the room
There on the table stood the ac-
count book. open at the second of
January.
Slime faltered and turned pale; he
had, be it mentioned, the better por-
ton of the bottle of gin by his side.
Whats it all mean-the mark on
the book, the coaching. the--the pa
per? Whatever it rs he wound up,
Selling the bottle and drinking a
draught of the raw spirits, he'll do it,
thoroughly, and drag me in for it..
Slime, Slime, you've sold yourself to
the very devill"
One feels bound to remark that IL
Slime was right in his assertion, his
Satanic Majesty made a very bad
bargain, for he might have had that
gentleman for nothing. Meantime the
gentleman whom he had apostrophized
as the evil one strobe quietly through
the rain, but instead of taking the d.
rect road home, which would have
been across the Abbey park by the
near cut which we saw him take
when we first made his acquaintance,
he turned up the farm lane. and, quite
regardless of the rain, actually made
his way round the cottage, and crop
| ing up to the door of old Marsden's,
knocked softly.
The door was opened cautiously by
Polly herself, and that she was not
surprised by her visitor, and also
that he was not an infrequent one,
were facts evident from her greeting.
rs that you, Mr., Philip? How late
you are tonight"
Am |, little one?" he returned.
walking in as II the place was quite
familiar to him, and he was well
come guest, which was true We'll,
putting his arm round her waist and
kissing her, better late than never"