The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-03-14

that ne should give her what he had in
his mouth, but he daTted beyond reach
and refused defiantly. Turning her at
tention from her refractory spouse to
the passenger, the woman asked what
his business was
I am a land agent on the lookout for
some good real estate" replied the de-
tective. L intend to buy number of
farms around here, and I was informed
that a man named Dobbin, living in
this vicinity. has one for sale"
Why not buy ouTs?" queried the wo-
man, scenting a chance for a bargain.
III have to look at yours afterward -
responded Murray; but 1 must see
Dobbin first. Can you direct me to
where he lives?'
Il only know Of one Dobbin around
here" she returned, "and he is four
miles back in the country, cutting
hay"
Wen, think he may be the man I
want to see" remarked Murray. Can
you arrange to have your husband
guide me to him?'
The commercial instinct came to the
surface at once, and the woman's eyes
glistened.
He can show you the way all right"
she said, If you pay him for his trou-
Die. It's quite long way TO 60"
How much do you want?" asked
Murray.
The woman considered & moment.
1T will cost you a dollar and a half"
she said, with an air of stern resolve.
Murray depressed a cheerful grin.
fearing lest a pleased expression on his
part might lead to a sudden increase of
the charges.
I'll pay what you ask" he said. he
roically, producing his pocketbook and
handing her the sum requested. Now
call your husband and let us get start
ed; I want to reach Dobbin as soon as
possible
The woman shouted to the little
Frenchman, who came creeping back in
evident fear that he might be compelled
to disgorge the remaining dollar, but
his truculent spouse was in high good
humor oyer her successful bargain with
the prospective purchaser of farm lands.
and made no reference to the treasure
he had concealed, much to the relief of
the ex-ferTyman. Matters having been
explained, the detective started off with
his guide to find the man Dobbin. who
might or might not be the one i'm whom
he was interested. For over an hour
they tTudged along under a blazing SIN
through brush and across prairie. and
finally came upon q man in a field c11t
ting beaver hay
There is the Dobbin. the man vo,
ask for said the Frenchman. pointine
to the lone occupant of the hav field
He drew back a few PAGES to the roar
as he spoke, showing an evident dis
inclination to approach nearer to the
object OF the detectives quest. II was
plainly to be seen that Dobbin. vber-
ever he might make his home. was not
the sort of person to inspire confidence
or affection in the breasts of his neigh
bors. Murray walked boldly forward
and accosted the worker i'm the bav
Dobbin stopped moving and looked mn.
He was dripping with perspiration and
his face was crimson from exertion.
Are you John Dobbin who formerly
lived near Bracebridge?" inquired Muir
ray plea sanity, while his erstwhile guide
stood well in the background. listening
intently.
Yes, that's my name. and used to
live there" assented the man. What
do you want to know for?'
Because" said Murray quietly. 81
have a warrant for your arrest"
Dobbin's crimson face changed To \
deep purple, and he sputtered in a vain
attempt to speak. At last he obtained
control of his tongue and exploded I'm
a fine fit of frenzy.
You've got a warrant for me9'' he
roared, and then turned ferociousIv
upon the little Frenchman. "And YOU