The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-03-23

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 They're still there" NIT Harriwel said. with . show of heat MT. Brown smiled ncredulously Come along and see." said the manager
 Bertie joined the procession into the office whore Mir Harriwe pointed triumphantly at a big packing case In dusty correr
 "weI then, where did the beggar get that Snider1" harped MT. Brown But just then McTavish lifted the packing The manager started. then of the lid The empty. They gazed at one another in mortified silence HarriweI dropped wearily
 Then McTavish cursed What I cont.nded alI along-the house boys not to be trusted"
 Ut does look serious" Harriwell admitted, but well come through it all right What What the sanguinary please bring your rifles to dinner; and will you. MT. Brown, kindly prepare forty or afty sticks Of dyna them lesson. And now gentlemen dinner Is served"
 One thing that Bertie detested was rice and curry omeet He had quite finished his plate. when Harri. we'll helped himself to the omelet One mouthful hs hs ..eond ominously
 Harriwell was still hawking and sp,ttinx. =
 "second time. what?" Bertie quavered
 Poison was the answer That cook win bS That's the way the bookkeeper went out at caps Marsh" Brown spoke up "Dfed horribly. They aaid on the Jessie that they heard him screaming three miles away"
 "I'n put the cook in irons." spIuttered Harriw>n Fortunately we discovered 1t in time"
 Bertie sat paraIyzed There no color in his face He attempted to speak. but only an inartica late gurge resulted All eyed him anxiousIy.
 Don't say it. don't say it." Mcravish cried In .
 "Yes. ate it, plenty of it. whole patsful- Bert. cried e1pIosively like , diver suddenly resainins longer. and he read his fate in their eyes Maybe it wasn't poison after all" said Hagriwsa dismally. "Call in the cook" said Brown.
 In came the cook. . Erinnng black boy nose-.plksd
 "Here. you. wi-wi what name that7" Harriwsll, beloved. pointing accusingiy at the omeiet wiwi was very naturally frightened and embarrassed
 "Hm good fella katkoi" he murmured. apois- { getically.
 Make him eat it," suggested McTavtsh "Thaes3 8 proper test"
 HarriwelI filled spoon with the stur and Junpsd for the cook who fled in panic.
 That settles it." Browns solemn pronounce ment- "He won't eat it."
 "Mr Brown will you please go and put the irons, all right old man. the Commissioner will deal with him. and if you die depend upon it. he win bsl hanged"
 Don't think the governmental do it," objected Ma. Tavish
 "But, gentlemen gentlemen" Bertie cried, ~in ths- Harrwell shrugged his shoulders. pityingly ~sorry old man. but it's native poison and there no known antidotes for native poisons Try and con- pose yourself, and n-"
 Two sharp reports of rife from without inter- rupted the discourse, and Brown entering reloaded his rife and sat down to table
 "Tue cooks dead." he said. "Fever. rather sud.
 q was just telling MT Arkwrighs that there ars no antidotes for native poisons-"
 Except gfn," said Brown.
 Harrwell called himself an absent minded idiot a,A rushed for the gin bottle
 "Neat man. neat" he warned Bertie who gulped aown % tumoier twotnrds fuh or the raw spir1 m an tears ran down his checks
 Harriwell took his pulse and temperature made . show of looking out for him. and doubted that tho omelet had been poisoned Brown and McTavish also doubted but Bertie discerned fnsincere ring In his own pulse steaIthily under the table There question but what It increasing but he failed to ascribe it to the gin he had taken
 McTavish rifle in hand, went out on the veranda m house." was his report And they've nc end of se k in to tss o s you know Will you come along, BrownT Harriwell ate on steadily. while Bertie discovered that his pulse had leaped five beats Nevertheless he could not help jumping when the rifles began to off Above the scattering of sniders could be is>r1 the pumping of Browns and McTavishs WHchesters-- all against background of demoniacal screechng aA yelling
 They've got them the run" Harriwen remarked. as voices and gunshots faded away in the dstanca
 Scarcely were Brown and McTavish back at tAe. table when the latter reconnoitered.
 They've got dynamite" be said.
 ."rhen let's charge them with dynamite" Harriwens proposed.
 Thrustng half dozen sticks each into their pockets and equipping themselves with lighted cisars they started for the door And just then it happened. They blamed McTavish for it afterwards and Le ad- mitted that the charge had been a trine excessi e But at any rate it went of under the house. which lifted up cornerwise and settled back on its founda- tons Half the china on the table was shattered. while the eightday clock stopped Yelling for vea.
  the bombardment began
 When they returned. there was no 0ertie He had dragged himself away the o6ice barrcaded himself in and sunk upon the floor in a ginsoaked nghmare. wherein he died thousand deaths while the val0rous fight went around him. In the morning. Sack and headachey from the gin, he crawled out to nnd the still in the sky and God presumably In heaven for his hosts alive and uninjured
 Harriwel pressed him to stay longer, but Bert1s insisted on sailing immediately on the Arts tvr Tu lagi where until the following steamer day he stuck close by the Commissioners house There were iady fho 0ut0 a hero. while Captain Malu, usual. passed m. noticed But Captain Maiu sent back from Sydney two of the best Scotch whisky the market, foeG he was not able to make up his mind as to whether te was Captain Hansen MT. Harrlwell who had given Bertie Arkwright, the gorgeous insight into life in the Solomons.
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