Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-11-18
The Little Brown Jug
at Kildare
BY Meredith Nicholson.
Copyright 1sos-The Bobbs- Merrill Company.
fcHAPTER XIV, Continually
BY Meredith Nicholson.


cd mo inclination to bolt, Androme
dropped the revolver to his side, but
with his finger on the trigger. He was
very proud of himself; for while TO
Miss Jerry Dangerfield undoubtedly
belonged the honor of capturing the
thief, Appleweight, yet he had single
handed arrested a member OF the
famous gang, and he had ALREADY fs.
solved upon convenient metAoa VI
disposine Of his prisoner. They pals
ed while Ardmore mounted his morse
silencing the prisoner, who TOOK the
opportunity to break It protestlngiy
against what he termed an infamous
outrage against his personal liberty:
you've taken me from one state IN.
to another without lie process or
law declared the stranger, thinking
to impress Ardmore, as that young
gentleman settled himself in his sad
die
go right on now; that's good fell
low replied The master OF Arosies'
lifting thess revolver "arhlhsly'
whether it's Nor.h Carolina or south
Dakota-it doesn't make partlcle 81
difference to me. AS | remarked De,
FORE it's my property, tell you anu
l do what please here.
'sPll show you whetf1sr you 40 or
not" snorted the prisoned, who truas.
ed along doggedly with the nose OF
Ardmore's horse occasionally poklns
his back.
They soon reached g field where
some laborers were at wor.- and Ard
more called them to him for lnstruc-
tions.
..Boys. this is one of the timber
thieves: put him in that corn crlb I'M
til ! come back for him. The nights
are warm; The sky il perfectly clear,
and you will kindly see that ne does
not lack for food
Two of the men jumped forward
and seized Ardmore's prisoner, VINO
now broke forth in torrent OF wrath.
struggling vigorously in The hands ol
the sturdy fellows who had laid wa
lent hands on him.
That's right, boys; that's right;
easy there! Now in he goes.
A series of corn cribs fringed the
feld and into one of these, from
which half the corn had been removed
the prisoner was thrust, sprawling on
the yellow ears, and when he rose ana
flung himself round, the door OF tne
corn-crib slammed III his face. He bel
lowed with rage ,ow, seeing that his
Imprisonment was a serious mater,
and that it was likely to be prolonged
indefinitely.
They, always told me you were a
fool" he howlcd, "but l didn't know
that anthing so crazy as you are was
loose in the world.
THANK you. The head of your gang
is much more polite. He's shtlng On
his case at Chateau Bizet in my vino
cellar, playing solitaire. ;,
"Appleweight in your wine cellar!
bawled the captive in astonishment.
Certainly. | was afraid to lock
him in a room with bath for fear it
might give him hydrophobia; but mes
perfectly content in the wine cellar.
What are you going to do Win
him?'
81 haven't decided just yet what to
do with him, but the scoundrel I'M
doubtedly belongs in South Carolina,
and have every intention OF making
his own state punish him..
The prisoner leaned heavily against
his prison door and glared out upon
his jailyer with new, fierce interest.
81 tell you I've nothing to do with
the Appleweights. | don't want TO
reveal my identity to you, you young
beggar; but demand my legal rights
"My dear SIR retorted Ardmore,
s'you have no legal rights, for the writ
of habeas corpus doesn't go here. You
seem rather intelligent for a barn
burner and timber thief. Come now,
what is your name?
The prisoner gazed down upon the
imperturbable figure of his captor
through the Stats of the corn-crib. Ard
more returned his gaze with his most
bland and child-like gaze. Many PEG
pie had been driven to the point OF
madness by Ardmores apparent dull
ness. The prisoner realized that he
must launch a thunderbolt If he would
disturb self-possession SO complete
a tranquility as sweet as the fading
afternoon.
"Mr. Ardmore, dislike to do it, but
your amazing conduct makes it neces
sary for me to disclose my identity,
and the mans manner showed rea
embarrassment.
'I knew it; knew it" nodded Ard
more, folding his arms across his
chest. you're either the King OF Sian
or the Prince of Petosky. AS either,
salute YOU
mo" roared the captive, beatini
impotently against the door Of tn
cage with his hands mo, I'm tn
governor of South Carolina"
This statement failed, however, t
produce the slightest effect on Nj
Ardmore, who only smiled slightly,
smile less credulous than disdainful.
"Oh, pshaw! that's nothing he re
piled; I'm the governor of North Ca
olina," and mounting his horse h
gravely lifted his hat to the prisone
and galloped away.
While Mr.. Ardmore was securing hi
prisoner in the corn-crib it may be Ii
teresting to return for a moment /
the Mounted log cabin on Raccoo
Creek, the interior Of which WE
roughly but comfortably furnishe
Above were two small sleeping room
and beside the bed in each stood
suitcase and hand-satchel. In eac
room hung, on convenient hooks,
TO-