Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-06-24

him In. the mouth; then again, my
shoulder behind It.; and he went down
with a grunt. flung myself promptly
on top Of him, clutching him by the
throat. Then an arm was thrown about
my neck from behind, while strong
hand ripped at my hair.
"Ye murthin' haste, We black scum,
lave him alone, We limb av hell, come
out av it,"
& I shook myself roughly free. and
whirled about to face the unexpected.
. why, Sheila!" cried, chow In the
world did you get here?"
"Of had me rasons, an twas hoigh
tonne" she was very angry, and her
brOgue was faint no longer.
"'Tis swate blayguard We are, an
bar cess to ye, sthrikin' bit av q lad
half the soize av yersilf.'
h I glanced at the burly 'Carucci. and
laughed. The murder had died out OF
his eyes, and he scrambled to his feet,
looking sheepish.
"This seems to be rather family
meeting" said, and pointed behind
hin" to the shanties. Perhaps we had
better be going"
Carucci turned to see the fat central
once man trotting down the path, for
all the world as If he were taking
little cross-country scamper to reduce
his weight. He came on with such an
inevitable matter-of-factness that 1t
all seemed suddenly funny, like the
conclusion of farce; and when I
looked around to see the other Italian
coming up from behind, 1t WAS quite
what expected. The fat one In front
of us stopped a second In the long
grass. and picked up the knife that I
had kicked away. He turned 1t over
and dropped 1t into his
pocket.
Antonio .Carucci," he said calmy.
'I arrest you for this assault with in
tent to kill, and for the murder of
Sheila Carucci, your wife. Aud I ar
rest you, Laurence Crosby ,as access
sorry after the fact"
What" I cried.
Anything that either OF you say"
put in the thin Italian, will be used
against you"
Sheila broke into a peal of laughter.
"'Tis fine countrymen We have Antonio,
an fine bloodhounds they make, to be
sure! Ye poor, ignorant little men.
open your mouths an shut your eyes.
IT'S a miracle I'll be shown ye. Look
here Sheila Mcnamara, for her sins
called Carucci, stands before ye-an'
We say I'm murdered! Ye little black,
bead..-eyed devils, It's the likes av We
that, goes maxim trouble for my man.
Take of your dhirty little fat paws;
I'll have none av 1t. Take thin of,
We thief, We zany loon! Do ye think
II look like dead woman 2"
The fat Italian dangled his hand
cuffs as II they had been eyeglasses.
at is true he said, "she is like the
description; but then, how did she
come here?"
Whisper" said Sheila, II do not
love me husband" Antonio glared.
$50 while he was asleep eloped with
this other handsome young gentleman
here" ..e. ,.s. :,,#.
The two little men grew very red.
"Look here" I said, you can see
there has been mistake. Mrs. Car
ucci is as well as ever, and she ISM
going to make any charge against hel
husband. The only thing you've got
on me is breaking the speed law. Five
dollars apiece would about cover my
fine, wouldn't it,
Two gravely beautiful Italian smiles
answered me- We watched them We'll
out OF sight; then Sheila turned to her
crestfallen lord and master.
"Out with 1t, We drunken beast,
she said, where Is she 2"
So that was why Sheila had come
here.
"Who?" Carucci asked blankly.
who? You look innocent, don't We,
standin' there askin me who! What
have We done with her. you an your
silly revenges? I'll teach We to keep
out av things that're none av your
business, We leather-headed. garlic
eatin' baboon, yet" She grasped him
solidly by both ears, and shook him
TIL his greasy hair tapped.
All the fight seemed to have gone
out Of Carucci, and he squirmed away
appealing and protesting In torrent
of italian too fast and mutilated fol
my ear. sheila answered incongru'
ously in the same language.
"He says he don't know anything
about it. she told me finally, "and fol
once believe him, sir. He can lie
we'll enough to some folks, but he can't
lie to mo"
"Well." said I, 'if you believe him
YOU ought to know. But wish you
get him away from here, sheila. He's
been sending black hand letters to Mr.
Tabor"
"He has, has he. the sphalpeen!'
and again came the dual and ludicrous
torrent Of Neapolitan.
"'Twas just the lovin' heart OF him
sir. He's that impetuous. But III
learn him manners. You go on back
to the house, an you'll hear no more
from Antonio. It's beast he is some
times when he is drunk, but he's sober
enough now, sir, and when sober he
has the sence to be afraid OF me. Have
no fear, I'll send him packin'. Leave
him to me"
I laughed. "All right, sheila,"
said. III you use the same Iersua
sion with him that you've been using
| I think you can teach him almost any
thing" !.
/ reached the Tabor's out OF breath
and stumbled painting up the steps;
and at the door l stood moment te