The sun., 1907-03-31

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And he did so instanter, If not sooner.
dspatchin a crafty note which might mean
much, it said so little--a bit Of red rag, you
know, looks like somethin' rare and dainty
in the bugological line to the gudgeon that
gulps it down greedy. Granting Jarge's
insight into Milt MacSlin's natur'. which
wud be the last to asparage. there was
livery reason to e4piot that the man wud
come with the hour.
The hour was at hand. All the mkt
mawnin' we watched from our front winder
the approach Of the railway cut, like the
attack Of sappers and miners aginst fort,
pausnR now and agin for a fur'us bonn
bardmint and thin on and on toward our
devoted ramputs.
And at sech intervals the house wud
shiver and groan like to sind its boorders
out into the open in a scramble for their
lives. But no; they were too used to shak
ing in their boots for fear Of bein' fired to
fire thimsilves for fear of bein shaken outer
thin.
1t seemed in accard with our plans thet
Miss Toulon. for some triflin' reason had
stayed to hum this day, and large rubbed
IL into me good and hard as proof OF good
luck
"But haven't you minded how she's
creepin' t'roo the halls, like cat ona scent?'
ast, despairin'. And last evenin' didn't
she neck the missinger by We sint with the
note down be the dure?"
And didn't Eve eat the apple be the
sacrid rite of our'osity?' large Knocked
back. -Glong, Smithers, to your patch
and pick your berries"
wint. as alriddy agreed. to dog Macklin
from his Office. and steer him whin he ar
rived in our vicinity. yit not even be putin
good spirits down cud drive out the bad
spirits that wore oppressin' me.
Howiver, tings wint along as IL deranged
be programme. found Macklin an under
sized overdrissed, old nan. with a smile
lurkin' at the carners Of his mout as II
he were tinkin Of somethin' he wud be
ashamed TO tell Whiur he wint to the
BARRIERS and arter clus shave had his
head aninted and his face polished of be
an electric missage, knew that he was fully
detummined to go contrary to the old
maxim, pritty Is what prtty dooes.
He was as full Of his fust hirtstshun as a
child with q new toy. You cud see him on
the car noddin' his old head, as he rehussed
the saft nawthins he was about TO exude;
and whin he got OF at the ind Of the park.
It wasn't where he was, but to whom he was
goin' that was on his mind.
1t was dark, but the long string Of lights
and the occasunal boom Of blast showed
that night wuk was progrissin' with renude
vigor. Amy wan wud say that the scene
Of his former trump must rouse old dere-
lictshuns and new fears.
But no. he marched into the probable
| combinatshun Of jerry building and an
overcharged blast without even a sinse Of
eeder Whin wan Of thi n old boys falls in
love, his head is allus submudged. though
| his ears may stick out.
The rude awakenin' KEN on the jump
I cut a circoot. and met him at the dure.
Be a specious excuse l led him up the
! stairs to our room.
Onct in. before he cud let a peep, he was
necked. gagged. bound and set in a chair at
the winder to view what was comm to him.
with the aid Of Jarges vigorous descrip-
shun on the side. might have been sorry
| for him IL IL hadn't been his own mean and
evil deeds that scared him 50.
Whin he rellized that he was in Weems's
Row OF all places, and that within twinty-
! four hours at the furdest they wud be
lettin' of blasts directly underneat', while
1 he was in the pint prison OF the closet
unable TO move hand or Fut, his lamintashuns
wud have med an orphing asylum seem like
the rims Of the blist.
He showed his business qualities In
making the most OF bad barging. Almost
! as quickly as this tellin' Of it he gev me an
] order on his cashier for ten t'ousand dollars
| in bills and no queschuns asst, at the same
| time coniurin' him, be all that was good
and holy, to pay 1t be NAV MIA. il he had
| TO scratch around all night for 1t. there
! fore set fort on me hduc'ary mission.
! havin' first with Jarge's assistance se-
illustrated Macklin in the closet.
As opened and shut the dure In the
! quite quickness OF long habit l seemed
! to see a cloaked forum dart away and
down the stairs. so rapidly. howiver. that
were il not for wan ting wud have let
it 60 as a shadder. That wan ting was
a little gold locket, bint and bruised by
the wear OF years. which picked up on
the landin'.
| 1t opened hard, as stud under the light,
as II It had been closed onct for all for keeps,
but open finally 1t did. The pictur' OF a
young man was disclosed. faded in oolors,
odd in clothes, but unmistakabIe to wan
who had known him we'll.
It was the face OF Gentleman George
Ringgold that sint q cold storage t'rin up
me back-bonnier. more sympathetic. yit
with the same diViltry In his smiling hps
and miltin' eyes.
What Shud doP Unlike Mrs. Coughtry's
boordin' house. the premises were not as
all dub'uS. But wan woman Oud own thu