Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-09-06

"Majah." said the latter solemnly.
you reek'n Mars John en- Miss Shir-
ley"
Good lord" said the major. wheel
ing TO the small ormolu clock on the
desk It's most 4 O'Clock. Haven't
you any idea where he's gomez"
No, sun, less'n he's gwineter look
ovah dem walnut trees Whut Abs
gwine ter say-yo' reckin Mars John
Walnut trees? Is he going to sell
tbem?'
Three man come rom up Norf'
somewhat ter see erbout ct yistidday.
Vas, sub. Yo' reck'n Mars John
en-"
Mice pot of money tied up in that
timber! He saw It right off. You're
lucky old rascal to have him for
a master"
"Hyuh, hyuhp agreed Uncle JEFF
ferson. Danny Co'ot er heap bettah
dan drivin' er oil stage ter de deepo
fer drummahs en- lightnin' rod agents.
All sho' do pray de Good Man ter mex
Mars John happy" he added soberly.
put Abs mought'ly 'sturbed in nah
mind-moughtly 'sturbed!"
The hidden watcher waited motion
less. From where he stood he could
dow he saw the negro's bent figure
disappear into the kitchens. Then he
noiselessly lifted himself upright, and
resting the pistol on the screen-top.
took deliberate aim and pulled the
trigger.
The hammer clicked sharply on the
worthless thirty-year old cartridge,
and the major sprang around with
an exclamation, as with an oath, the
other dashed the screen aside and
again pulled the trigger.
You internal murderer cried the
major. 1t was all he said, for, as
he swung his chair up. the one-time
bully of HelPs-Half-Acre rushed N
and struck him a single sledge-
hammer blow with the dubbed pistol.
L. fell full on the majors temple,
and the heavy iron crashed through.
Greet King stood an instant
breathing hard, then. without with
drawing his eyes from the PROSTATE
form, his hand CROPPED for the cold
goblet and lifting it to his lips.
drained it to its dregs. "Therei" he
said. There's my six-years debt
paid in full, ye lily-livered, fancy
weskited hellionl Take that from the
mayor of the Domel''
There was a mans step on the
gravel and the sudden bark of a
dog. The pistol fell from his hand.
He stole on tiptoe along the corridor
and leaped through the French
window. As he dashed across the
lawn, startled cry came from the
house behind him.
No human eye had seen him, but
he had been observed for all that
Run your best now, Greet King
Double and turn how you Will, there
is a swifter Nemesis pursuing. It is
only a dog. and not a big one at
that. but it is of a faithful breed
that knows neither fear nor quarter
Like white lightning. without a bark
or growl, Chum launched himself on
the fleeing quarry, and in the shadow
| of the trees his teeth met in the
ragged trousers-leg.
Kicking. beating with his hands at
the dragging weight, the man dashed
| on. Not till they had reached the
| hemlocks was that fierce grip broken,
and then it was with a tearing of
| flesh and sinew. Painting, snarling
with rage and pain, the man seized
fallen branch and stood at bay.
striking out with vicious sweeping
| blows. But the bulldog, the hair
bristling UP on his thick neck, his
red-rimmed eyes fiery, circled beyond
reach of the fail, crouching for an
other spring.
Again he launched himself, and the
man, lodging. Numbered fuil-face
| into thorn-bush. The sharp spines