The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-11-06

was attacked by reporters who became
so incensed as they wrote their stories
of his yillainy that they stroye to stab
him with their lead pencils; hun
dred times was set upon by famishiug
villagers who wished TO pick his ribs
with fang.like teeth; thousand times
found himself stark and shlyering be.
fore the bar OF justice In chilly
stretch Of space, where the specters Of
all worthy Joneses of the past con
fronted HIM with slim, accusing fin.
gers, pointed straight at his terror
stricken stomach.
The dreams were not true night
mares, though, for at the supreme in
stant OF each period Of peril a white
angel foated to him. rescuing him
from that which threatened him. And
this white angel graceful, larse-eyed
smiling and beHedcent. was always
Josie Richards As soon as she had
rescued him each time, he spoke his
speech 10 her, and she wept on his
shoulder
The result OF such a ui-ht Of agony
was. naturally, that they slept later
IN the morning than was The Jon7sYille
custom When half past eight arrived
and they had not appeared the wife
OF the proprietor sent him upstairs TO
see II they had not decamped without
paying Tor their rooms, or II. per
chance, ;hey had not come there SUI
cidally inclined.
She crept up behind her liege lord
fearfu,ly, and peeped across MS shoul-
der as he opened each unlocked door
in turn. Finding that they were but
peacefully asleep, she was both
shocked at such unheardof Incidence,
and cheated at the lack Of tragedy, so
she snortcd, "Scandalous!" as she
crashed down each step.
She was very solid woman, widely
built Wallace had noticed that the
night before when he had peeped in
through the door. Had she been aware
Of that terrific episode, sbe would have
screamed for the village constable and
mad him locked up in the calaboose.
Broadway had his high triumphant
moment when it became apparent that
Wallace would Of necessity go to the
village barber shop. Having come
away in fight from Mrs. Gerard with
out bags or luggage Of whatever kind,
he had no razor with him.
My whiskers are 50 whitish that
they viii not begin to show until the
afternoon!" Broadway eHuted. BY
that time Rankin will be here with
bags
iii wait for him. won't see any
You'll be sure to see the Judges
daughter All the Jcncsyi,!e girls that
work at the gum factory get UP al six
o'clock The idle, aristocratic class
like Clara, stay in bed till seven
We'll where is IT, them" said Wal
lace in an evil temper
What? The village barber shop?
Next door" Broadway Wrung his
hand. "Good-by old chap; good by
I'll
Just give NY love 10 Broadway" "
Wallace begged.
Jackson Jones grew sober in an in
stant. Il don't expect III see much
Of It for while"
1T must be permanent" said Wal
lace. 1T has lasted through the long
est night the world has ever known"
The day already was we'll under way
at the Jones factory Josie had been
ut her managerial desk not less than
an hour and probably an hour and a
half when Wallace started for the bar.
Der shop.
II was a very trying morning for the
girl. The events OF the night before
had much upset her, and her sleep had
been as much disturbed IS Broadway's.
although, perhaps. less physically
painful.
She had been terribly in earnest IN
everything which she had said 10 him
about his duty to the village which had
made him rich. his duty TO the family
whose name he bore. his duty TO him.
self; she had been intensely worried,
still was intensely worried lest all
which she had said might 20 FOR
naught, failing to impress him perrna.
ncntly.
He had doubtless meant we'll when
ha left her, but would that good lnten
ton stand the test OF Wallace's ridi
| Cule (she felt certain Wallace would