The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-08-05

That's just what he Ii after"
why, the sneaking, unmannsriy VII
la1ng' exploded Ttmm1ns. HE ought
to be put In jail, SIR" :. y
"Well, something ought to be- done
with him. What's that little stone
coop without any windows down there
by the swan lake?''
'That's the icehouse, SIR"
'"Full up, is 1t?'' -. rs
"Oh, no, sir; not now, sir. It's very
near empty. think"
Groom for cot bed and a chair or
so, is thereT'
Timmtns grinned expressively.
"Plenty Of room, sir"
~How about air, Timminsr'
Excellent ventilation, Sir. Has to
be, you know" .:az,: -
"Good! Now, you slip out the back
way and 60 down there, will you? Go
inside and shut the door. When you
hear me knock you'll know I'VE come
with caller: Get the idea, eh?'
do I, sir! Oh, my eye! Oh, my
eye" And. with one hand over his
mouth, Timmins disappeared.
The 1cehouse at Hewington Acres
was most substantial building. In
the front were two doors-one at the
top, reached by a permanent ladder;
the other on level with the ground.
This latter was double door, with
an air space between. The outside
half was OF thick oak and swung on
heavy strap hinges. In the upper
panel was a diamond shaped design Of
auger holes. Standing outside and
looking up at these perforations was
Oherub Devine. He was not studying
the design. He was talking to some
unseen person behind the thick door,
conversing easily and pleasantly in
spite Of the handicap. True, he was
on the free side Of the door. That
makes difference, Of course.
On the whole, Cherub Devine -felt
grim satisfaction in knowing that: tho
count was safe under lock and key in
stead Of lodging around the grounds,
where he might come across the count
ess at any moment. Even IL there
was no danger Of q. tender reunion 1t
was best to have the count shut up,
for he was bent on making trouble.
At that very moment he was so de-
claring to the full extent Of his lung
power. Through the auger holes he
was shouting that Mr.. Devine, the
countess, Mr.. Hewington and Tim
minis should all pay dearly tor this
high handed outrage.
you're cursed Yankee pigv' howl
ed the imprisoned count.
"sorry you're SO stirred up over II"
soothingly observed the Cherub. y. =.
"Ktdnaperv' shrieked the count.
"Guilty," responded the Cherub.
''First offense, though. Now for heav-
ems sake calm down. 49,
TITS beastly in here! My shoes are
getting full Of something's
Nothing but sawdust," answered
the Cherub "I'Il have Timmins
spread rug or something over it." .
,"1'll make it hot for you when I get
outv' q. H.~: 49,.
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too, expectY'
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soon as I'm free."z .....
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Cherub cheerfully. you'd stir up a
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The Cherub had wished him a n,ea,-
ant evening and rood nipht.s reeat
and was lust turning to 20 Is tho sta
bles to see Timmtns when he fonnd
himself facing Mr. Hewtnpton A..
ton1ahment VISA ata ,nnei1 an avarv linz
Of the old gentleman's aristocrattc