The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-12-10

IL ST lodging-house signs in the
Rzzanz.l..sss9 windows of the neighbor
hood, started briskly up
the steps of No. 112 and pressed the
button.
Num- he said to the elderly wom
an who opened the door, Il see by
these here notices that you hev rooms
to let, and as. that's what I'm arter
kinder cailated I'd gin ye a call.
How much be they?"
He abstracted huge roll of bills
from his trousers pocket and thrust
them bunglingly into her hand.
do what ye can for me on tnet,"
he continued. Count It out and see
what's in it. Twas 300 when |
skinned her over and cal'lated
'twould do. Stow the ditty-boX under
the berth and long bout eight bells
III drift back and kinder tidy things
up a bit for night. Good-day, NUM-"
He gave his hat an awkward pull
and waddled off hurriedly, leaving the
lodging.mistress red in the face and
short of breath with the surprise of
her life.
Save us, there's wan man for
youse!" she gasped, following him
with amazed eyes as he stumped down
the street on his short legs, the huge
trousers Hopping in the wind, the rusty
hat pulled down to his cars and the
coatsleeves dangling to within an inch
of the tips of his stubby fingers.
At noon the queer lodger returned,
received his key and was shown to his
quarters. Pausing on the threshold
he turned to Mrs. Tull, the flesh of his
face packed like hard putty, as i'm
mobile as board. his unwinking eyes
staring into her own.
Mum he said in voice like fog
horn, my name is Golfer, Cap'n
Joshua S. Golfer. This here is my
cabin. Dye see? 'Tis mine for one
twelvemonth. Ontil thet time is up
l cal'late I'm the size myself to load
It clean to the skylight, and l don't
never low to hev no petticoats fussin
up any vessel o mine. III swab the
docks and trim sails myself, and now
you en- go below and stay there.
Show your figgerhead on my compan-
ionway agin without orders and I'll
shove ye plumb overheard through the
portfolio"
At II o'clock the next morning
when she heard him bulldly descend
Ing the stairs, she stood in the back
parlor doorway to observe him, but
had the doughty captain chanced to
look that way he could have seen
nothing but the tip of an inqusitive
nose and the toe of a large boot 1t
was the same on the second and third
mornings, but on the fourth the cap
tain did not appear at II O'Clock as
usual. She felt some uneasiness over
this fact, which grew greater when
the next day also he remained invis-
ible. For more than As hours not
sound had issued from his room. She
waited until the next noon, and then,
all remaining as quiet as the houses
of the dead she ventured up to the
head of the stairs and stood a mo-
ment gazing steadfastly at the closed
door of the mysterious cabin"
Always at this stage of reflection,
with persons of Ann Tull's grade Of
mind and experience, the police be.
gin to figure And within ten minutes
afterward she was standing on the
stairs pointing out to an inspector and
a plain-clothes man the door behind
which lurked some dark secret, she
was sure.
Looks to me as if he had rum" said
the inspector, How much was he
into you, Mrs. Tull?'
Not wan clint, know me business.
'Tis in advance | always do be getting
II from strange vans
well, don't see as there's any
ihing for us here" remarked the in.
spector taking last look around.
Lock up the room and keep the key
till his time is out or till he comes
back. But If anything more turns up
let us know at the station" Then he
went away with his man.
AT eight o'clock a young lithograph- |
er, who with his brother. house |
painter, occupied the room directly |
over the captains, came jumping down |
the stairs, and tearing the kitchen door |
open rushed upon Mrs. Tull, and put
ting his hands on her shoulders began |
to Sob crying brokenly:
"Oh, | am sorry | am sorry! 1t !
was Jim and me that done it, | told !
Aim we'd be found out, and now it's
come. What shall we do? Can't you
hide us, Mrs. Tull, and say nothing?
Then II will be all right, for nobody