Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-03-08
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osners in the hope Of free drinks. but
In this hope there lurked tho germ
Of Q bitter disappointment. After .
period Of mental anguish MahaRy
parted with his last stray coin. and
while his flask was being filled the
Judge INDUCED In certain winsome
gallantries with the fat landlady.
la, Judge Price. how you do run
ont" she said with . coQuettish toss
Of her curls.
That's the charm of you, ma'am."
said the Judge. He leaned across tho
bar and, sinking his voice to husky
whisper, asked: would it be perfect
~ convenient for you to extend me q
limited credit3"
Nov, Judge Price. you know Q
heap better than to ask ME that!"
she answered. shaking her head.
mo ofense, ma'am," said the judge.
hiding his disappointment, and with
Mahafy he quilted the bar.
The sudden noisy clamor Of many
voices. high pitched and excited, foat-
ed out to them under the hot sky. Il
wonder" began the Judge. and
paused as he Aw the crowd stream
into the road before the tavern. Then
a cloud of dust enveloped It. cloud
Of dust that came from the Stamping
of many pairs Of feet. and tat swept
toward them. thick and inpenetrable.
and no higher than tall mans head
in the lifeless air. Il wonder II we
missed anything?" continued the
Judge, finishing what he had started
to say.
The score or more OF men were
quite near, and the Judge and Ma
haffy made out the tall figure OF the
sheriff in the lead. And then the
crowd, very excited. very dusty, very
noisy and very hot, flowed into the
Judges front yard. For a brief mo-
ment that gentleman fancied Pleas.
antville had awakened to a lifting
sense of its obligation to him and
that 1t was about to make amends
for its churlish lack OF hospitality. He
rose from his chair, and with splen-
did horid gesture, swept of his hat.
TITS the pussy fellow" cried a
voice.
"Oh, shut up-don't you think I
know him?" retorted the sheriff tart
ly.
Gentlemen began the Judge
blandly.
Get the well-rope!"
The Judge was rather at loss prop
erly to interpret these varied remarks.
He was not long left in doubt. The
ehe ~ o. 70 10 c11n nd HrnnroA
= heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Mr. Slocum Price, or whatever
your name is, your little game is up!"
"Ain't he bold?'' it was the wom-
ans voice this time. and the fat land
lady. her curls awry and her plump
breast heaving unanimously, gained
place in the forefront OF the crowd
Dear madam, this Is an unexpect'
ed pleasure!" said the Judge. with his
hand upon his heart.
Il want my money!" shrieked the
landlady. Good money-not this
worthless trash!" she shook bill un-
der his nose. The judge recognized
! 1t a. the one of which he had de-
. spoiled Hannibal.
you have been catched passing
counterfeit" said the sheriff. A light
broke on the Judge, . light that
stunned and dazzled.
Il can explain"
! Speak to them. Solomon-you
! know how I came by the money!"
cried the Judge, clutching his friend
/! by the arm. Mahany opened his thin
lips, but the crowd drowned his voice
; in q roar.
A tall fellow shook . long finger
| under Mahany's nose.
You scoot!"
Mr.. Maha6y seemed to hesitate.
Some ono gave him q shove and he
staggered forward step. Before he
could recover himself the shove was
repeated.
"Lope on out of here!" yelled the
! tnll fellow. Mahaffy was hurried to-
ward the road. Twenty men were in
chase behind him. Then the woods
closed about him. His long legs.
working tirelessly, carried him over
fallen logs and through tangled thick
cts, the voices behind him growing
! more and more distant as he ran.