The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1913-04-18
CHAPTE r VII.
Her Brother Jack.

Her Brother Jack.
Good night, Dicky," came up the
elevator shaft And then more good
nights" growing fainter with their
laughter as the car shot down.
Good night" | called after them.
longer!"
Jolly good lie, Jenkins" | said,
yawning sleepily, as | dropped back
into my own apartment
Yes. sir" assented Jenkins demure-
~. It's sleeping on the divan the
other night. sir. Eight hours there
Amt nothing like eight hours in bed
and in your pajamas.'
"Patamasi" ] calculated, startled.
For all day had been thinking OF
her. wondered IL Billings would hap
pen to invite me up for the week end.
But he had SO many times. and | had
never gone.
by Jove. that reminds me-" | said.
Those red silk paJamas!"
Yes, sir" jenkins face hardened
In an odd, wooden way.
Il was wondering. Jenkins, II those
paJamas were torn any in our little
row the other night"
Poor Jenkins WINGED a little. II
think not. SIR" he muttered humbly-
'leastwise, they were all right last
night when Mr." He seemed 10 catch
himself abruptly. Il mean when 1
found them this morning. sir"
He returned with the garments |
had received from Mastermann. and
again we spread them under the
lamp on the table. They looked sinKu-
iarly smooth and unwrinkled. There
was not single tear or break, not
sven with the delicate cords that
twisted Vi form the frogs of the seat.
my, sir! But ain't they redi"
breathed jenkins. Them cords look
like little red snakes"
| cut An anxious glance at Jenkins,
for | did not like his reference to
snakes. Seemed ominous, somehow.
Put Put his appearance vas composed and
ieassssi1i11.1g And, by Jove, come TO
look, the cords did look just like tiny,
.coiled serpents OF glowing fire, Why.
they were so Jolly red they hurt your
eyes. Fact, And thin as the beau
tiful stun was, this brighter red ran
all over the other, covering every inch
of 1t and forming the closest, finest
whatyou-call-it embroidery. II was as
faint and dainty a pattern as that on a
soap bubble Fact is. l could not
trace 1t. even with my glass.
The only part that wasn't covered
with this embroidery business was the
stun used to cover the knots, or little
balls. over which the cords were
meant TO hook In working with
some OF these cords, idly fastening
and unfastening them, | got little
impatient with one that seemed tight.
you know, ard used my manicure
knife to pull the knot through.
-~"Careful. SIR warned Jenkins.
Likely to cut something"
f9-IO. Jove! No sooner said, than
did itl-
- rhe dashed blade slipped somehow
and cut into the threads, that tied the
covers or caps or @hatever:y5u-eall
ems, over tEe knots. And when |
pulled. the beastly piece OF silk came
OF in my fingers.
And then--oh, but say! just
gave a sort OF yell and dropped the
whole thing!
Ever have some silly ass try to
scare you by poking red hot cigar
at you In the dark? Know how yor
Jerk backf Well, there you are! For
give you my word, when l peeled OF
the little cloth cap. regular blazes o
icrimson fire seemed to shoot iron
the end of the knot.
Fact is. Il wasn't q knot at all, On
n button--a devilish CLASSY outtoH
ssomething bigger than dime ps'
,haps. and thick as the end OF you
little finger. And there IT lay asaini
,the silk, burning It's way through
nike q red coal Of Are.
And It was just then that Hs@sns
rolled In.
say rolled An" because II alvay
Looks that way. That's the way BIZ
sngs n built. you know.
'-'--, ,-st-'ssiHsy ssiHsy. Dicky, "a pzhesI u
,ntssed another infsrnai express
p;snty more tyatzs. hu< had 6 grs'
aspiration stzsAs nS that fS lst n
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