The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1913-12-13

mechanically. not reading Il, but hast
lily estimating the space IL would take.
"Um-ah!" he said at length. "a
tribe more than We can use this week.
hundred and eighty lines We shall
need That's quite satisfactory,
Good, Give Mr.. Mueller an order on
the cashier for seven sixty" be called
TO young man at a desk In the cor
ner. We can count upon you week
after next for another installment?"
be went on. turning to Mueller.
Mueller shook his head
I'm afraid not" he said. Il shall
be very busy with other matters for
a month or two
Well. when you find time, do some
more for US. Goodday. Mr.. Mueller"
II.
Mueller creaked down the stairs
with a load lifted from his shoulders.
IL was as IL with his own hands he had
placed Harwood Hicks In the tomb.
He celebrated with a modest supper
at little German place up the street.
and with a box of his favorite tobacco
In his pocket he bent his steps home
ward. AT last he was free-free TO do
the work he chose. He was actually
humming. bit OF rag-time as he let
himself in with his latch key and
mounted the stairs.
lie was aware OF some sort OF com
motion at the top OF the second flight
An angry voice and a fearful voice
we're making a lively antiphon. He
paused to listen.
ically, dye think I'm running a char
ity house? You're $50 behind now l
wouldn't "a let you stay this long but
for your promises and your hard luck
yarns. It's pay or get out, Sec"
What the fearful voice expostulated
n.
II was the voice OF the woman who
rented the two rooms on the floor be-
low his own. She was n thin, pale
woman with two children. She was a
good hearted soul. too. Once when
Mueller had been sick she had sent
she had sewed buttons on his coat fol-
him.
Put the kids in an asylum. then"
said the angry voice. It's out you
go. can't wait forever. It's costing
me good money TO have such as you
herei"
Mueller was breathing heavily as
he hurried up 10 the scene of the fray.
He mounted the steps two at time.
and came breathlessly upon the little
group on the third landing.
See here" he painted TO the irate
landlord. Its all right. I'll fix 1t up
with you. You know me. I'm good
for It No. no, not word, Mrs. hraus
not a word. please"
Mueller mounted TO his own room
and lighted the gas. He sat down
rather heavily in the Oh air beside his
table and. drawing out the box OF to-
bacco. twired IL idly between his in-
gers Then he went 20 the closet and
took down something lrom the top
shelf. He stood for n time looking
thouEhtfully at the sheets OF folded.
foolscap. Al last he put them reso-
lutely back.
IT can wait" he said simply.
IL was lucky. he reflected that he
had not actually killed Harwood
Hicks lie must get him out OF that
balloon scrape sOmehOw-make the
balloon bag act as parachute. or
drop him into the river. Harwood
Hicks would have to be kept alive
long enough TO make UP the SEQ the
landlord would call for in the morn
Ing
Mueller threw of his coat. donned
his eyeshade and brought out his pa
per and pencil Ten minutes later the
indomitable Harwood Hicks had
landed in the icy water OF the cruel
river-sote Nueller's adjectives-and
was swimming desperately shoreward