Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-05-06
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O'clock"
"Tcn past" said Tom, whipping out
the golden nucleus of his future for
tunes. which he had even then been
hugGing in his pocket.
Tom tried to back out of the break
fast. but it failed. lie tried again rs
they drove past Fetter lane-he could
pay his way in Rolls buildings now
but this time the WAGNER whipped up
his horse and refused to listen
NO, no." said he: ~ promise is Il
promise, and warrant they'll he
proud to see yOu."
You mean your wife and family
said Tom.
Nay" said Butterfield. Il doubt
you'll not see them there"
Not at your house," cried Tom.
at isn't mine" confessed the other.
ITS my wife's brothers. lie drives
hackney coach. and | use his stable
every other morning. Me an my mis-
sus live out at Hendon, and l come in
three nights Il week"
but you mustn't saddle these pee
pie with me. Let me get down at
once"
Mustn't Il" chuckled the wagner.
I'll take the blame. then. We're very
near there. and dashed if that isn't
Jim on his way home to breakfast.
Jim. Jim
And a hackney coach. crawling lei
surely along in front. was pulled up
as the coachman turned round and rec
OgniZed Butterfield.
We'll, Jonathan. how are your
"How's yourself. jim? Early and
late. as usual Ell? This is Il young
gent who has ridden in with me- Hes
waiting till t offices open. and |
thought you'd give us both a bit of
breakfast"
always glad to Oblige a gentleman"
said the coachman. looking hard. but
holding genially at Tom. Nor would
Ee either listen to a single protest or
apology from the youth, who found
himself Mt breakfast scarce ten min
utcS later in a coy kitchen close to
Blackfriars bridge.
The hackney c0achman was a burly
Old soldier, jolly rufiian, with Il good
brown eye. His wife was small and
spruce. watchful and quiet. and per-
hapS Tom liked her less. She was kind
enough however; indeed, the sympa-
thetic interest shown by all in an IN
known VagabOnd was circumstance
that touched Tom deeply. though of a
| piece with all his most recent eXpe-
| ricncCs ana but another proof OF the
worlds kindness.
The Old soldier had served in India
| himself. He was full of practical ad
| vice for Tom. who listened gratefully
but yawned twice when it came out
he had not slept for some thirty hours
! Instantly the household WIS on its
feet. 1t appeared that Jonathan Put
| terrified had Il snO0ye there each morn
ing after his night journey with th'
| vegetables, and Tom must and shoulC
| lie down beside him.
Tom conSented-for an hour-and fcl
asleep wondering where he had seer
the good jim before. When lie awoke
the wagner was gone and the ligh
| different He went downstairs i'll hi
socks and asked Jim's wife the time.
"TimpE' said she. Haven't you ;
watch"
Not l."
Jonathan told me you'd gold re
peatcr.'
Tom remembered the repeater 70
the first time since awakinC, but tn
woman was looking at him qucerly
and he had no intention of cntcrin!
into explanations with her. so he sim
ply asked whether Jonathan had gone
MANY an hour ago. Its D O'clock"
Five
"And after"
Tom burst into apologies. in III
midst OF which the woman put on
shawl and went ont. He was still
standing irreSolute in his socks daZe,
by his long sleep. when there came
rattle of wheels outside, and in ruShet
jim with his whip and an evening
newspaper.
Glad to find you still here. sir!
cried he. Il want somebody as CA
read TO read me slice out OF this 'er
Globe It's awful. sir-awfuI, Til
very gentleman l drove last night
I've come straight from ScOtlan
Yard
Tom suddenly remembered when an
where he had seen the other before. |
was overnight on the box of Blaydc>
hackney coach.
"Who is the Centleman?'
"Blaydes. it seems, his name is, oil
rather vast
"WasT"
Hes dead"
Dead
"Stone dead-murlered-h man
saw as close as I see you now. bu
never looked twice at! It's oil in tn
Globe. they tell me. Read it out, sill
read it ont ~
(To be Continued)
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