Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-22
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 | A hollow cough sounded distinctly from the bushes behind and the Wa termelon rose to investigate. 1t was nearly three and at three he would go, or the man down wonder in the swim ming hole might come after him to reclaim his clothes and motor-car. The Watermelon begrudged every precious moment.
 Wait, and I will see what the mutt wants," said he. You will wait. won't you?" he pleaded. looking down at her where she sat on the log.
 We really ought to go," said Billy. l "All right, but don't run of until Tye-Ive cured that cough, will you?" ' Billy nodded and the Watermelon Etrode to the bushes from whence had sounded the harsh, constrained cough. He pushed the branches aside and gazed into the small. pinched face of a thin youth of about eighteen, dressed in the uniform of the hotel Hist" cautioned the boy, before the Watermelon could speak. q want to tell you something important"
 "Al right. spit it out and be quick about it." ordered the Watermelon.
 "I-I don't want no one to hear me" said the boy, with a motion toward the log and Billy's slim young F back
 The Watermelon hesitated. but in the shifty eyes he saw fear and def { ereuoe. If he knew the Watermelon for tramp, there would be no defer epce. ss. "Gsan, spit it out" ordered the Watermelon. T ain't keen for the pleasure of hearing any of your heart { to heart secrets"
 It's very important" said the boy, land no one must hear"
 'I suppose you think every one is bursting to hear your words of wis dom," said the Watermelon. Prob ably get a dime a word, eh?"
 Its about you" said the boy. harsh with impatience and nervousness. Its" He drew a piece of paper from his pocket and held it out. He gave me that to send"
 "Who are you?"
 ''The telegraph clerk" whispered the boy, with a frightened glance toward Billy on the log.
 The Watermelon read the paper and smiled slow, sweet smile of an- ticipated pleasure as the full import of Bartlett's telegram became clear. He glanced at Billy and his smile deepened. Then he turned and drew the boy farther away.
 Bartlett sent this. eh?"
 Yes" cried the boy, eager with ex- citement over the service he was ren- dering the great man. And the min ute I read it and knew that you were here. I knew you ought to have it."
 Where is he now?"
 q seen him on the front porch with Miss Crossman. Say, youm want 10 be going now, won't you, huh? You ken get to New York tonight if you hurry"
 The Watermelon rattled the coins in his pockets and looked down at the thin, crafty face of the youugster. Kid" said he, ''if you keep on as you've begun, you'll be doing time, sure. You're a. thieving little snipe and ought to be head Of Q corpora ton some day, or a United States sen ator, cause you haven't as much honor as a grasshopper, see? I don't know why you shouldn't land in Sing Sing, if you miss the corporation lob or the senate"
 Huh" said the boy, reckoning with the praise of the great man. If you let on that you have shown this to me. you will lose your job here, you know. So. until l can see my friend, J. Pierpont, about that other job for you, you'd better keep your mouth shut Understand?"
 Sure" cried the boy. Course I understand"
 The Watermelon handed him Q quarter. When I reach New York" said he airily, "ITl send you me check for thousand"