The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1912-01-25

0o0ofl a. 'Il8 meoAlI meant NO
harm at all. at all" protested Danny.
Didn't say thot divvle 4 sowl came
aboord?y Sure, thin, ID a naygur hui
man?' HI,
With an exasperated gesture
O'Rourke released the boy. "'Tis too
much for me ye are" he said help
essly. Now and again I. believe ye
have the markings of a man in We, and
then ye 60 off and play the fool! II
didn't believe We pure simpleton
with not an ounce of mischief in your
body, I'd take that out of your worth
less hide. Get on with We! Tell me
about this 'naygur.' What sort of a
black man Is he?"
Sure, sor," whimpered Danny, "'tis
mesif that w'u'd die rather thin have
Upon me sowl, l niver thought ye'd
worry about a poor divvle av nay
CUR, come aboard wild nothin' but a
say,chist and the clothes he walks in,
begin for a chanst to work. his
passage to Bombay, sor.'
inquired O'Rourke.
"Divvle a bit, rayspicts to ye" More
cheerfully Danny struggled with the
studs in O'Rourke's shirt. "The pur-
ser was all for kicking him back into
his boat, sor, whin he offered to pay
passage in the Storage. So they let
him stay, sor."
Seemed to have money-eh?"
Jaw, no, yer honor. Twas barely
able he was to scrape ut all together"
"Lascar?"
Il behave so, yer honor. 'Tis hard
for me to say. Wan av thin naygur's
as much like another as two pays,
sor; It's all tarred wild the same brush
they be-
"Ah WE'LL" he resumed more pacific
ally, "belike he's what he seems, Dan.
ny, and has NO concern with us at all.
Whether or no, care killed the cat. Z.
Dye mind, Danny" he swung
off on one of his enthusiastically
acute tangents, "the little woman with
the red hair? Though it's meself
should beg the ladys pardon for men.
tioning the color of her hair in the
same room with that outrageous head.
light of yours, Danny Dye
mind her I mean?"
THE wan We observed at Poort
Said, sor? The wan We told me to
discover the name av?"
"'Tis a brave detective We would
make, Danny. Ye have me meaning
enti.cly!'
CAV, yiss' Danny's lips frightened
as he laced O'Rourke's patent-leather
Shoes He cast up at his masters
face an oblique glance of disapproval.
II mind the wan we NAME" he adj
mitted
He rose, and as he did so, ORourke
gently but firmly twisted him around
by the ear and as deliberately and
thoughtfully kicked him.
What the divvle is the matter with
ye, Danny?' he inquired in panied re-
monstrance. 1t is mad We are, or
have We no judgment at all, We scut.
that We speak to me in that tone?
oOIINAtOuSly OhAAy AuOOON SAo
chastened portion of his person, grum-
bling but unrepentant.
O'Rourke grinned tolerantly, retain.
ing his hold upon the servitor's ear.
Her nance"
"Ow, yer honor, leggo! {.
Missus Prynne. sort"
The wanderer gave the ear another
tweak, by way of enforcing the les
son. ''Prynne, is it? And how did
you learn that, Danny?"
"'Twas her maid told me, sor. Leg
60, yer honor, Place"
And how did her maid come to
tell ye, ye great ugly. long-legged
omadhaun?"
"Sure-ow!-'twas only a bit av
kiss l was by way av givin' her,
sor-"
"That'll do, Danny" O'Rourke chuc-
killed..
The peal of the trumpet announcing
dinner interrupted his contemplated
lecture on the ethics of investigation
and the perils of filtration as between
maid and man servant