Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1906-12-20


the next day, and with it no
Dick, it began to look as though
there was a large size bolt rattl-
ing in the machine, somewhere.
The editor was the only man
not excited. When approached
on the subject, he said there was
no use in getting ones shirt off,
and went on setting type. Then
a committee waited on him and
suggested a search party. He
asked them to hang off until
3 o'clock. They did so.
AT that time the "Fuse" made
it's weekly appearance. Under
) scare head, the editor assured
/ the people of Walkers that the
! dinner would be pulled off on
schedule time, the next after
noon, and notified those citizens
having large ovens at their
homes, to. hold themselves in
readiness to assist in roasting the
turkeys, which would be dis
! tribued the following morning,
at O'Clock, from in front of the
"Fuse" office.
This was surprise party, with
vengeance; but to all questions,
the editor would give but one
answer: Tomorrow morning"
There was one man to whom
the surprise came with the
| suddenness of a solar plexus.
He stood in his private room
back of the bar. There was a
nasty scowl on his face and he
was muttering savagely:
How in thunder is he going
to do it? The blankety--|
blank little whelp is just bluffing,
that's all. He can't possibly do
any thing. Still it's best to be
on the safe side and make every
thing secure"
He made a step forward, then
stopped as if petrified. The door
had opened and the little editor
stood there, quietly looking at
him. His hands were thrust
carelessly into his coat pocket
and sarcastic grin spread over
his countenance as he noticed the
effect his entrance had produced
upon the other.
Thought I'D make a short
call: Sorry 1 didn't prepare you
by sending my card in advance.
We've exchanged courtesies
before, believe, so I'll not"
Here the other suddenly found
his voice.
"Why, you nervy little apology
for something better! I've a
great mind to-to-" Words
failed him at this point as he
moved his hand to his hip
pocket.
"Stop that!" The words were
snapped out as though they had
come from a derringer. "Pd
have been bigger fool than
even you take me for, Sam, If l
couldn't have seen any further
ahead than that. I've had the
drop on you ever since l entered
that door," and he slightly moved
the right hand concealed in his
coat pocket.
"Now, I'm here to transact
some business and tit going
through in double quick order.
The first move on the board is
I for you 10 read that" The
) editor took small piece of paper,
; evidently al old clipping, and
laid it on the table with his left
hand. Foster leaned over and
looked at it.
i AS he read, his face grew
livid and hi. limbs shook. The
t clipping was two years old and sci
/, forth the fact of a reward being
= offered of $500 for one Johr
y Dineen, a deserter from the
United States army. Simultan
a eously with the desertion, mum
h Der of jewels, valued at So, 900, al
}. belonging to the colonel's wife
: also disappeared, hence, thu
e reward.
!, "Recognizcd you by that YER,
S peculiar scar you have over TIL
b eye" calmly continued the editor
e "You have tried hard to concea
= it, and give you credit TO
: being considerably smarter tina,
IS you look. I've had my littl
). twinkling optic on you for som
is time.
A "Now, to business! Folio,
closely what | say, because II
d in no humor to waste breat
!, today. have written out two dis
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