The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-02-15


berth, sor, thin thin two does be after
hailin a boat and intendin' to go
ashore, widout so much as fare-ye-
we'll, and me meanin' the most hon
orable intintions in the world toward
the maid"
Have your intentions ever been
aught else toward any woman We ever
won smile from, spalpeen?"
Jaw, now, yer honor
Get on with your story. What
about Mrs. Prynne?" demanded
O'Rourke, cycling his servant curiously
and trying to fathom his but half-dis-
guised and wholly awkward air of self
esteem. Plainly the boy thought
highly of himself because of some
thing he had accomplished, some ex-
plot of prowess or stroke Of diplo-
macy as yet undisclosed.
"Yissor. I was tellin' We it
seemed to me the height of maneness
she was displayin ma'nin' this same
Mrs. Prynne, whin twas mesilf knew,
none betther, how much we've laid
out on her account and hersilf not
Waitin to settle up wild ye-'
What business was that of yours?"
"'Twas none, sor. But yersilf had
keeled over and was did to ivrything,
and what am l for if not to look out
for ye at such times? So
I'm afther sthoppin' thin two just as
they would be LAWN their staterooms,
and SCI, 'Missus Prynne,' sz1, me
masther's compliments and he'd like g.
word wild yees before yer, gone en-
tirely.' And What's this?' sz'she wild
fine show of surprise-the dayceyt-
full huzzy although I'm watchin her
and thinkin' she was frightened about
somethin', from the white turn av the
face av her. Sz'she: "Tis in the
divvle's own hurry l am the minute
or words to the same iffict. Sz'she:
And phwat will he be wantin av me?'
A momints conversation wild ye,'
me pass I'll be doing szI, nawthin'
like thot,' for be now I'm thinkin'
there's somethin' deeper behint her
fuster and furry thin mere desire
to blk ye-p'rhaps twas this thing in
too-ishum I've heard We mintion. And
the next mint I'm sure av ut, for she
goes white as snow in the face and
the eyes of her begins to burn like
cold Crane fire and she screams to Co.
cile for help and is afther whipping
To
way wild; but tbs nesilf thOts be way
av bein' too quick for her and takin'
the pistol away; and be the mercy av
the Saints Misther Dravos hears the
shindy and hops down just in time to
snatch another gun out of the hand av
that same Cecile, and he grabs the
CURL and turns her into a stateroom
and shuts the dure on her and
And interrupted ORourke in
black rage, rising and turning back his
sleeves-"And now I'm going to give
we the father and mother of all
thrashings, We insolent puppy! How
dare We lay hands on a LADY,"
COW, murther!" chartered the boy,
and hear me out, for tits thin yell not
be blamin me, but if We do III take
the batin' widout word, sor.
Every WE'LL" assented O'Rourke ON
inously. But be quick about it, for
I'm mistrustful of We altogether Get
on, ye whelp!'
Danny placed the table between
them with considerable expedition
Jaw, listhen now" he pleaded. while
Misther Dravos was tendin' to Cecile,
this Missis Prynne was scrappin like
a wildcat. scratching and bitin', and
it's all can do to kape her by wrap
pin me arms tight about her and hold
in her so, and I'm maxim grab at
her waist whin be accident like what
do l catch hold av but something I'M
dernathe as big as hin's egg-a
stone she's carryin' round her neck
the same as yer honor did wild the
Pool as Flame; and be the feel av ut
ut's the same entirely; and thin I'm
sure tits the same and thot some soul
duggery's be way av havin' been put
upon ye."
What the divvle!"
IVAN momint more. Now
in fightin' wild me the collar av her
waist has come unfastened and me-
self can see the string av ribbon that's
holding the thing there. So sez to
mesilf, szI, 'Tis strange enough to
bear investigatin',' SCI. AN I'll be
takin' chanst at this If the masther
do be afther fayin' me alive. So I
calls Misther Dravos and gets him to
hould her fast while I takes out me
knife and cuts thot ribbon and pulls
the thing out widout any immcdesty
whatever; and there on thot ribbon is
chamois-case, all sewed up, and I'm
rippin' it open an finding-this!"
God in Heaven!" cried O'Rourke.
stupefied and agape; for Danny, hav-
ing worked up to his climax, had dra-
matically whipped from his pocket and
cast upon the table between them the
Pool of Flame.
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