Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1910-12-08

60 away. My whole future In this
country depended upon my returning
in time to complete certain business.
so, after dear Lopez was dead, /
rushed to the local railroad station.
A train was coming in. l searched my
pocket for my money to buy my tick
ct. All could find was the five-dollar
bill
"Tt was necessary to return to Chi
cago; yet l could not lose the bill. A
happy thought struck me. l wrote
upon the face Of 1t the words you have
seen, and paid it to the ticket agent.
l called his attention to the writing
and implored him to ave the bill II
he could until I returned, and II not,
to be sure to remember the person he
gave It to-"
Orme laughed.
1T does seem funny" said Senior
Poritol, rolling another cigarette, but
you cannot imagine my most frantic
desperation. I returned to Chicago and
transacted my business. Then l
fastened back to the Wisconsin city.
Woe is me! The ticket agent had paid
the bill to a Chicago citizen. I Sc
cured the name of this man and finally
found him at his office on La Sale
street. Alasl he, too, had spent the
bill, but l tracked 1t from person to
person, until now, my dear sir, I have
found it? So" he paused and looked
e~loquently at Orme.
do you know a man named
Evans?" Orme asked.
Senior Poritol looked at him in be-
wilderment.
rs. r. Evans" insisted Orme.
why, no, dear sir think not
But what has that to do"
Orme pushed a sheet Of paper across
the table. "Oblige me, Senior Poritol.
Senior Poritol was apparently re
luctant. However, under the compul
sion of Orme's eye, he finally took out
his fountain pen and wrote the name
in flowing script. He then pushed the
paper back toward Orme, with an in
quiring look.
mo, that isn't what / mean," ex
claimed Orme. Print 1t. Print 1t in
capital letters"
Senior Poritol slowly printed Out
the name.
Orme took the paper, laying it be
fore him. He then produced the
coveted bill from his pocketbook
Senior Poritol uttered a little cry o.
delight and stretched forth an eager
hand, but Orme, who vas busily com
pairing the letters on the paper witt
the letters on the bill. waved hin
back.
After a few moments Orme looked
up. "Senor Poritol," he said, why
didn't you write the secret on a time
table, or on your ticket, before 20,
gave the bill to the agent?"
Senior Poritol was 1ustered, why,
he said uncertainty, Il did not thinl
Of that. How can we explain the mis-
takes we make In moments Of grea
nervousness"
"True,'' said Orms. but one mor'
point. You did not yourself writ,
your friends secret on the bill. Thu
letters which you have Just printed
are differently made"
Senior Poritol said nothing. H,
was breathing hard.
ION the other hand" continued
Orme, turning the bill over and eyeini
the Inscription on its face, "your mis-
take In. first writing the name instead
Of printing 1t shows me that you dit
write the words on the face Of thu
bill" He returned the bill to hi
p%ocketbook. Il can't give you tn
bill" he said. Your story doesn'
hold together"
With a queer little scream thu
South American bounded from hi
chair and flung himself at Orme. H,
struck no blow, but ciawed desperate
ly at Orme's pocket. The struggl,
lasted only for a moment. Osme
seizing the little man by the collar
dragged him, wriggling, TO the door.
Now get out" saia Orme. IF
find you hanging around I'll have 70,
locked up"
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