Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-04-08

I'm expecting to hear it stated by
some natural-b born liar that I set in
my cart and bellered for help"
But you didn't, and nobody says
you did," insisted the boy.
We'll. I'm glad you don't have to
take my word for it, said Shrimplin.
I'm glad them facts is matter OF
official record up to the Court House.
| don't know. though, that l care so
blame much about being held up as
public character; II | hadn't a repu-
tation out of the common, maybe l
wouldn't be misjudged when [ stand
back to give some one else a chances!
He laughed with large seorn of the
worlds lttleness.
The epic of William Sehrimplin was
taking to itself its old high noble
strain, and Custer was aware OF a
sneaking sense of shame that he
could have doubted even for an in
slant: then swiftly the happy con-
sciousness stole in on him that he
had been weighed in the balance by
this specialist in human courage and
had not been found wanting. And his
heart waxed large in his thin little
body
They were jogging along Mount
Hopes deserted streets When Mar
shall Langham reused from his
stupor.
Where are you taking me?' he
demanded of the boy.
Home. Mr. Langham-we're al
most there now" responded Custer.
TAKE me to my fathers said
Marshall with an effort. and his head
fell over on Clusters small shoulder.
He did not speak again until Bill
came to a stand before Judge Lang
hams gate.
Are we there" he asked of the
boy.
Yes"
Don't you think we'd better get
help?" said Shrimplin.
And Marshall seeming to acquiesce
in this the little lamplighter entered
the yard and going to the front door
rang the bell. A minute passed, and
growing impatient he rang again.
There succeeded another interval of
waiting in which Shrimplin cooked
his head on one side 10 catch the
sound of possible footsteps in the
hall
He says try the knob" called Gus
ter from the cart.
Doing this. Shrimplin felt the door
yield; it was not locked. at the same
instant he made this discovery how
ever ne heard a football in the street
and so hurried back to the gate. The
newcomer halted when he was
abreast of Wild Bill. and stared first
at the cart and then al Shlfrnplin.
rs anything the natter" he asked
Il was Watt HARRISON.
Young Mr.. Langham has fell off
the high iron bridge" said the little
lamplghter, with dignity that more
than covered his lapse from gram
mar
"Why-are you badly hurt, Marsh ,"
cried Watt. going close to the cart
Il don't know, I'm in most infer
nal pain" said Langham slowly
DO you think we can lift him?''
asked Shrimplin. The judge don't
seem to be at home"
your boy would better go to my
uncle's; Judge Langham may be
there said Watt.
And Custer promptly slid out of the
cart and sped Off up the street.
Langham met the delay with grim
patience. A strang Indifference had
taken the place of fear, nothing
seemed of much moment any more.
Presently in his stupor he heard the
sound of quick steps, then Colonel
Harbison's voice, and a moment later
he was aware that the three men
had lifted him from the cart and were
carrying him along the path toward
the house. They entered the hall.
Take me upstairs" he said. and
without pause his bearers moved for
ward