Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1914-11-11

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green leaves and which spread abroad
an ambrosial odor, which the major
shifted approvingly as the other set
the burden on the desk at his elbow.
"Majah," said the latter solemnly,
you reck'n Mars John en- Miss Shir-
ley"
Good lord!" said the major. wheel
ing to the small ormolu clock on the
desk ITS most four O'Clock. Haven't
you any idea where he's gomez"
mo, sub, less'n he's gwineter look
ovah dem walnut trees. Whut Abs
gwine ter say-yo' reck'n Mars John
en- Miss"
Walnut trees? Is he going to sell
them?"
'Tree man come rom up norf' some
whah ter Sc erbout ct yistiddays Vas,
sub. Yo' reck'n Mars John en-"
Nice pot of money tied up in that
timberl He saw it right of. 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 moughtly 'sturbed in nah
fundamentally 'sturbed!"
| The hidden watcher waited motion
less. From where he stood he could
look. He waited till through the rear
! window he saw the negro's bent figure
disappear into the kitchens. Then he
noiseiessly 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-yearold cartridge. and
the major sprang around with an ex-
clamation. az with an oath, the other
dashed the screen aside and again
pulled the trigger.
you internal murderer" cried the
major. II was all he said. for. az he
swung his chair UP. the one-tims bully
Of Hell's-Half-Acre rushed in and
struck him q single sledge-hammer
blow with the dubbed pistol. It fell
full on the majors temple and the
heavy iron crashed through.
| Greet King stood an instant breath
ing 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 its
dregs "Therel" he said. There's my
six-years' debt paid in full, ye ily-liv-
cred, fancy-weskited hellion! Take
that from the mayor Of the Domel"
There was q mans step on the
gravel and the sudden bark Of q 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 be-
hind him.
No human eye had seen him. but he
had been observed for all that. Run
your best now, Greet Kingl Double
and turn how you will, there Is a swift
er Nemesis pursuing. It is only dog.
and not big one at that, but 1t Is Of q
faithful breed that knows neither fear
nor quarter. Like white lightning.
without a bark or growl, Chum
launched himself on the fleeing quar-
ry, 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 hem
locks was that fierce grip broken, and
then 1t was with 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 bull
dog, the hair bristling up on his thick
neck, his red-rimmed eyes fiery, cir.
cled beyond reach of the fail, crouch.
ing for another spring.
Again he launched himself, and the
man, lodging. Numbered full-face into
a thorn-bush. The sharp spines
slashed his forehead and the starting
blood blinded him, SO that he ran with
out sense of direction-straight upon
the declivity of Lovers Leap.
He was topping on its 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 striving
fingers, and with scream Of pain
Greet Kings hold let go and dog and
man went down together.
Ten minutes later q motor was hurl-
Ing itself along the Red Road to the
village. The doctor was in his office
and no time was lost in the return. En-
route they passed Judge Chalmers
driving. and seeing the flying haste.
he turned his sweating pair and dashed
them after the car.
So that when the major finally
opened his eyes from the big leather
couch, he looked on the faces of two OF
his oldest friends. Recollection and
understanding seemed to come at once.
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