Palestine daily herald. [volume] (Palestine, Tex.) 1902-1949, 1906-12-29

Whats the matter with the kid
eolic?' asked the convict.
Yes"
What you goin' to give imp"
"The best thing | know of-five
trops of whiskey in a teaspoonfuf Of"
No you don't" said the man behind
the gun. You're old enough to know
better. What you want to poison the
kid for? They gave me whiskey It
busts the collie all right, but it cuts
an early pattern for a suit of clothes
like I'm wearin' Don't you do it."
But can't you see he's getting fran
tic? It's an emergency case-the only
remedy at hand. Besides, what does a
man in your position know about
babies?"
Know" With the word the convict
grinned down the gun barrel. Il ought
to know considerable. I've got six. an
they came double-file. two at a time"
What in thunder did you give them
for colic?" Allison was growing i'm
patient. There was only a brief inter-
val new between the youngsters
yells.
Here. let me have i'm" said the
convict, lowering his rifle to con-
venient position under his arm. Il
can bring the kid out Of his fit in
about three winks.'
A little obviously, Allison handed
over the baby.
Look over the shelves in there. and
get down the bottles of peppermint
and ginger"
For the first time in his life Allison
obeyed the command of convict.
Pour four drops of each into a tea
spoonful of sweetened warm water.
That's the ticket. Now come in here
by the fire and Wen pull the pains out
O. this kids stomach"
When he opens his mouth again.
drop in the goods" said the convict,
after they reached the hearth. There;
that's fine and dandy He'll sputter for
while, but the ginger will soon slack
en- the tension" He wrapped the baby
in the blanket Allison had previously
discarded. and held him close over the
fire. THE quicker he gets up sweat,
the quicker he'll come out o."
He was interrupted by trample Of
heavy feet down the corridor. The
blamed FOOLS" he said loudly, turning
from the CRATE. They're comm
through the Rat Hole before the outer
gate is opened. The keys, the keys,
quick" he spoke sharp, and tossed
the baby into Allison's arms. "No,
don't mean it. They ought to kept in
side till give the word. Let me to the
back door"
Kelly, Kelly" cried a chorus Of
voices outside, and the cry was fol-
lowed by fusilade of shots.
Get down low, and cover the kid"
said the convict, as he crossed the
room and leaped through the door in
to the outer corridor, in full view of
the advancing mob.
Here, here, Kelly. open the gate
shouted those in the lead.
sack through the Ras Hole. yea>
fools" Kelly replied The keys amt
delivered"
Get EN-, you coward, answered
the bowling gang.
Already the guards were running
along the top of the wall. to get range
on the escaping prisoners without
shooting toward the house.
Three shots cracked from the dense
mass of striped men, and Kelly fell
back against the door. He crawled out
near the wall and, fiat upon the floor of
the corridor. leveled his rifle at the
mob. "You blamed blunderheads;
there's a woman and baby in that
house. Turn your guns this way if
you want to shoot
whats the matter, Kelly-are you
crazy?"
mo, I'm sane; but the jig's up. You
ought O. waited"
Shoot the dog" cried a voice in the
rear, and the gang pushed forward.
Kellys rifle spoke instantly. Then the
guards opened fire, and the mob,
crippled and bleeding, dashed back
down the corridor and jammed. like
frightened sheep, through the Rat
Hole.
With a leg dragging uselessly after
him, Kelly crawled into the kitchen
and found Allison standing defantly.
gun in hand, over something wrapped
in blanket on the floor.
"How's the kid?" asked the convict.
"Oh. he's bunkum," Allison replied.
That's good" said Kelly. IF he
| takes another fit. repeat the dose
four drops each, remember. of the pep
permint and ginger. It's sure great
stuff for collie" He turned and
crawled back to the corridor, where
armed guards awaited him.
The Poor Old Horse.