The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1911-05-11
CHAPTER v1lI-(contIuued.,

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MIR. Warrington is in answered the
valet, with chilling dignity. What is
your business? ."
"Mine!" Numbered Bill, who a a
democratic contempt for n gentieman's
gentleman. II have important bust
mes to transact with your master. Take
this card in to him, He'll see me-"
Il will take the card to Mr.. Warning
tom the valet promised reluctantly,
There was, however, a barely percent
bic grin struggling at the corners OF
his mouth. He was not wholly devoid
Of the sense of humor, as a gentleman's
gentleman should at times be.
William Osborne? What the deuce
does he want here 2" asked Warrington
fmpatiently
He said his business was important,
sir. If it is half as important as he
acts
mo comments, please. Show Mr..
Warrington turned all his mail face
downward. He knew Bill of aforetime,
in the old newspaper days. Bill had
marvelously keen eyes, for all that they
were watery. The valet ushered him
into the study, He wore his usua
blase expression. He sat down and
drew up his chair to the desk.
Well. Mr.. Osborne. what's on YOU
mind tonight?" Warrington leaned
back.
the truth is. Richard" began Will
lam, Il ound this letter on the pave
ment this afternoon. Guess you'd been
down to the hotel this afternoon, and
dropped it. l found it out in front.
There vas no envelope, so / couldn't
help reading it."
Warrington seized the letter eagerly.
1t was the only letter of its kind in the
world. 1t was enchanted.
Mr.. Osborne. you've o me a real
1 SarUion 7 would not 4olyn n py,,nlJ for
tune for this letter. l done recollect
how / came to lose it. Must have taken
1t out and dropped it accidentally.
Thanks"
Don't mention It, my boy" Very
few called him Mr.. Osborne.
1t is worth a good deal to me.
Would you be offended if I gave you
ten as a rewarde"
I'd feel hurt, Richard, but not Of
,ended," a twinkle in the watery eyes.
Warrington laughed, drew cut his
wallet n handed William a crisp,
creased, lite williams sassiag vest
pocket.
Have a cigaret?" asked Warning
.on.
Richard, there's one thing I never
did, and that's smoke one of those cof-
I'M nails. Whisky and tobacco are all
right, but l draw the line at cigarets."
Warrington passed him a cigar. Will
lam bit off the end and lighted it. He
shifted with evident relish.
Seems impossible, Richard, that only
a few years ago o We're a reporter at
the police station. But 1 always said
hat you'd get there some day. You
saw the dramatic side of the simplest
case. / knew your father. He was
n of the best farmers in the county.
But he idn't now how to invest his
savings. He ought TO rave left you
/ 'ich.,,
bot he didn't. After all. it's a fine
thing to make for the good things in
lire ifTd VIII them yoursefT.
That's true. You're a different breed
from some of these people who are your
~teighhors. We're all mighty proud of
ven. here in He%rculaneum. What you
want to do is 20 get into politics. Here
Sill winked mysterioGsly, You've
money and influence, n that's what
.ltounts.,
I'm seriously thinking the hin
over returned Warrington. not quite
understanding the wink.
%"EverVthing's on the bum in the
town; it wants a clean bill. McQuade
must SO. The ma never keeps a
promise. Told me in the presence of
Witnesses. last election. that he'd give
me Il Job on the now police board; and
vet after election he put in bne of those
whipper-snappers who know nothing.
4 ~, y NL " u VI
enough to know hat Donnelly is sim
Ply McQeade,s creature. ] never had
any luck
.Oh. it nay change by and by
Warrington, al that moment felt gym
/ timely sorfy for the outcast.
Ell twirled his hat. You've never
taughed at me, Richard; you've always
treated me like a gentleman, which T
WAS once j didn't mail that letter be-
cause wanted TO see II you had
changed any. IL you had become a
snob. Why. o could fight your blamed
battles yourself. no help from me.
But you're just the same, He became
very earnest. tive brought some
thing that'll be of more use to you than
that letter, n don't you forget it."
CHAPTER TX.
Bill leaned toward Warrington.
shading his voice with his hand Il
was In Hanley's for a glass of beer
his noon, 1 sat in a dark place. The
table next to me was occupied by
Martin. McQuade, and a fellow named
Bolles."
eBolles y
you've been away so long YOU
haven't heard OF him. He handles the
dagos during election. Well, McQuade
was skiing all sorts OF questions about
you. Asked ii you gambled, or drank.
pr ran around after women,
Warrington no longer leaned back in
his chair. His body assumed an alert
angle.
They all went up to McQuade.s Of
flee. The typewriter is a niece of mine,
McOtiada&ba heard that tba sa,o+nr