Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-01-08
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Iyou any idea where he's gomez"
"No, sub, less'n he's gwineter look
ovah dem walnut trees. What Abs
gwine ter say-yo' reck'n Mars John
en- Miss"
walnut trees? Is he going to sell
them?''
Tree man come f'om up Norf' some
whah ter see erbout ct yistldday.' Vas,
sub. Yo' reck'n Mars John en-"
Mice pot of money tied up in that
timber! He saw it right off. You're
a lucky old rascal to have him for a
master"
"Hyuh. hyuh!" agreed Uncle Jeffer-
son. 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
"but Abs mought'ly sturbed in nah
lmind-moughaly 'sturbed!"
The hidden watcher waited motion
less. From where he stood he could
look. He waited till through the rear
window he saw the Negroes 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 ex-
clamation, as with an oath, the other
dashed the screen aside and again
pulled the trigger.
"You Internal murderer" cried the
I S~>~ = h.
swung his chair up, the one-time bully
LOT Helrs-Half-Acre rushed in and
struck him single sledge-hammer
blow with the dubbed pistol. 1t fell
full On the majors temple, and the
heavy iron crashed through.
Greet King stood an instant breath
ling hard, then, without withdrawing
his eyes from the PROSTATE form his
hand CROPPED for the cold goblet and
lifting 1t to his lips, drained it to it's
dregs. "There!" he said. "There' s
my six-years' debt paid in full, We lily
livered, fancy-weskited hellion! Take
that from the mayor of the Dome!'
There was a mans step on the
gravel and the sudden bark Of 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. 1t Is only
a dog, and not big one at that, but
it is Of faithful breed that knows
neither fear nor quarter. Like white
lightning, without bark or growl,
Chum launched himself on the fleeing
quarry, and in the shadow Of the trees
his teeth met in the ragged trouser-
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 1t was with tearing of flesh
and sinew. Painting, snarling with
rage and pain, the man seized a 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 another spring.
Again he launched himself, and the
man, lodging, blum dered fullface into
"a thorn-bush. The sharp spines
slashed his forehead and the staring
blood blinded him, so that he ran with.
out sense of direction-straight upon
the declivity Of Lovers Leap.
He was topping on it's edge before
he could stop, and then threw himself
backward, clutching desperately at the
slippery fern-covered rock, feeling his
feet dangling over nothing. He dug
his fingers into the yielding soil and
with knee and elbow strove frenziedly
to crawl to the path.
But the white bulldog was upon him
The clamping teeth met In the striv.
ing fingers, and with a scream Of pain
Greet Kings hold let go and dog and
man went down together.