The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-08-25

prepared to follow it. Wen go on to-
gevver, We will. I want TO tell you
about that time Wen I 'alf killed All
Barcone; you'll enjoy that"
Mr.. Archibald Timbury had his
doubts on that point. but he said noth-
ing. When, presently, the train whlch
was to take him TO his destination
drew in beside the platform, Mr.. Ben
Kitson followed him into the carriage.
Fearful of giving offense, Archibald
said nothing, but sat down and waited
for the train to start. In moment
| or two Mr.. Kitson had brilliant idea.
I'm go an get a toothful,' he said.
They've KEEP me off it this last
month: but one more nor less won't
| do no harm, will it? Join me?'
| Archibald hastily declined, and the
little man skipped along the platform
| in search of refreshment. Then It
happened that that usually slow train
did a very extraordinary thing. With
out warning of any kind, 1T gently
| began to glide out of the station.
| Archibald started to his feet, intend
! ing to call out to Mr.. Kitson; but II
was too late. A porter banged the
door, shouted, mo stop before Plax-
ton Market" and Mr.. TimbiIry realiz-
ed that ne was gliding away into the
country, with the bag which belonged
to the gentleman in the big overcoat,
and that that gentleman was not on
the train.
81 say, here's a fearful thing!" ex-
claimed Archibald, in dismay. I DC
hope the man won't think I've stolen
it. He seemed such bloodthirsty
creature. Fancy talking about half
killing anybody! However, I suppose
the best thing I can do is to hand
the bag to the officials at Plaxtor
Market, and let him call for it,
wonder how he got that injury to ms
face?'
When finally the train drew up with
a Jerk at the little country station
Mr. Timbury sprang to his feet. There
were several men gathered on the
platform-men of the type of those
who had seen Mr.. Ben Kitson off-ant
they walked along beside his carr1age
as the train slowed up, and nodded
cheerfuIly to Mr. Timbury. Then tht
door opened, and gentleman with
very husky voice and huge mufhei
round his neck, grinned at him famiI
iarly and touched the brim of MS
brown felt hat.
ERE we are, an ERE we are!" ex'
claimed the gentleman with the brown
felt pleasantly. pass us the bag,
sonny, an we'lI step it lively. NUNS
the word; the blue 'uns is all over the
| country"
sort of blight, I suppose?" said
| Archibald.
SID give 'em a stronger name than
| that" growled the man, Selling the
bag. Now, then, boys, close round.
but, look here" exclaimed Mr.. Tim
bury in dismay. you've made great
mistake. Where are you going?
don't understand at ALL
list like 'im,' said the husky-voiced
| gntleman, with a sidelong wink at his
gentleman, with a sidelong wink at his
joke. Wen they wrote down about
i'm that's list wot they said. You'll
| know i'm they says, by lis inherent
look, an by the way e. jokes yer
"But where are you taking me?''
asked Archibald, as they began to
move out of the station.
You know-to the barn. whispered
the first man. do you want US to
blab 1t everyw'er
Mr. Timbury's brain began to whirl
The mention of "the barn" set him
wondering whether, after all, Mr.. Bow
mana mighty power in that part OF
the country-might not have heard OF
his visit, and have sent, in this rough
and-ready fashion, to escort him to
the house. Mr.. Bowman's property
was known as Barn End" this might
be mere shortening of it.
Outside the station stood cart of a
very ordinary country type, and into
this Mr.. Timbury was assisted.
Its all arranged" said the hoarse
gentleman, IAN the ole man is wait
ing for yer"
Now, that's really very kind" said
Archibald, smiling happily. DO you
| know if he expects me to stay?"
stay? The ole chap tole me, on'y
this afternoon, e reckoned you'd stay
twenty. rounds, an win on yer cad
I'm sure hope So said Mr.. Tim
bury, a trifie bewildered.