Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1908-03-21

mot yet, sir, I expect him momentar-
ily."
1--WE must save the lad Wrobleskoff."
''You will save him, dear sir" cried
Wroblewskoff. HE will listen to you;
he will obey you" Then there was 81
lence for awhile. Once or twice the
spy's lips moved. but he did not speak
He cleared his throat with a rasping
sound, and arose from the seat he had
taken. "A cup of coffee, dear sir7 I'm
just about to order it."
Thank you. Yes"
There was lingering indecision be-
tween the words, and the spy stood be-
hind his intended victim, with his hand
upon the bell pull, waiting while he might
have counted three. He had scarcely
ever found pause in his speech SO long.
He rang twice, one pull followed swiftly
and sharply on the other.
Coffee for two-black coffee"
The notable scheme was we'll upon it's
way now, and the spy's pulses beat quick.
and his throat and tongue and lips were
dry, and felt hard, like wood. The cof-
fee came, hot and fragrant Dobroski
drew his cup beside him on the table. 1t
seemed an age before he slipped. The spy
had already put his lips to his own cup,
and could detect nothing strange in the
favor Of the liquid.
AT that instant a curious burning pang
shot across the spy's stomach, and a sec
ond later feeling of nausea rose within
him. like that he always experienced even
in the smoothest weather when he pass
ed between France and England. Dob
roski shifted uneasily, and took drink at
his coffee.
II can afford to escape the rest" said
the spy to himself. but it shall be
mine to open the ball" He began to walk
up and down the room, and suddenly
threw a window open. Dobroski turning
to look at him, saw that he was rubbing
at the bottom Of his waistcoat with both
hands, and that he wore a Disguised and
almost indignant look
What is the matter?" asked the old
man, rising. you are in pain?" He ad-
vanced toward his bctrayer; but as he
took his first step he paused and flushed,
laying an outstretched hand upon his
breast
II am on fire." said zeno. II am
sick. 1 loathe myself"
Il, too" said Dobroski, quietly, feel
a sense of burning and sickness"
1T is the coffee" cried Zeno. 1--WE
have both taken it. There is something
unwholesome in the coffee"
The old man sank back into his chair,
white and trembling you have drunk
more than IT, cried the spy, as If in a
paroxysm of regret and fear. You're
i'll. Ali dear sir, you're i'll. He is i'll.
He is dying. All the doctor. There is
a doctor on the second floor What a
providence ~
He rang the bell, and then rushed to
the door and tore it open.
'The doctor p he shouted 1.-The doc
tor on the second floor Tell him to
come here Quickly! quickly y
A door opened below, feet ran rapidly
upstairs. A man presented himself, strug-
Cling into respectable professional
frock coat as he entered the room.
what is the matter?v he demanded
MY friend |" cried Zeno; 1.-THE dear
est. He is dying. And l also. We have
taken poison. The coffee"
He threw himself upon the couch and
contorted his body, as if he were in
agony. Dobroski sat white and still, with
both hands trembling on his chest, ant
great beads of sweat running from his
forehead. The newcomer tasted tn,
coffee, and spat 1t out again, with VT,
face. Dobroski watched him collected,
and inquiringly
'Verdigris." said the DOCTOR "Anothe
example of the folly of the copper kettle
l will put you both right in moment.
He ran downstairs. and presently return
ed with tumbler in either hand.
Your antidote. sir" he said, in
business tone to Zeno. and then advanc
ing to Dobroski set one hand below tn
old mans head and with the other he'll
the draught to his lips. Drink this, sir
it will soothe yod at once"
He went quietly from the room, blu
did not trouble himself to descend int
the kitchen. He occupied himself instea
by looking over the contents Of a sma
black handbag. which held among othe
things five or six blue walls with glas
shoppers, and hypodermic syringe in ii
case. This last he examined with Eres
PARTICULARLY, and for extra safety b
slowed it In his waistcoAt pocket.