Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1915-05-13
..Eleva-ter.o shouted P,nrod. "Ti1

hensive. approached slowly. in semi
circular manner, deprecatingly, but
with courtesy. He paved the basket
delicately, then, as il that were all his
master had expected of him, uttered
one bright bark, sat down and looked
up triumphantly. His hypocrisy was
shallow, many a horrible quarter of an
hour had taught him his duty in this
matter.
'El-e-vay-terr' shouted Penrod stern
ly. you want me to come down there
to you?''
Duke looked suddenly haggard. He
paved the basket feebly again and,
upon another outburst from on high,
Frustrated himself fat. Again threat
ened, he gave a superb impersonation
of a worm.
"You get in that el-e-vay- terr'
Reckless with despair, Duke jumped
into the basket, landing in disheveled
posture, which he did not alter until
he had been drawn up and poured out
upon the floor of sawdust within the
box. There, shuddering, he lay in
dOughnut shape and presently slumber-
ed 1t was dark in the box condition
that might have been remedied by slid
ing back a small wooden panel on run
ners, which would have let in ample
light from the alley, but Penrod Scho-
field had more interesting means of
illumination. He knelt, and from a
in f0n
lantern without chimney and large
oil can, the leak in the latter being so
nearly imperceptible that it's Danish
ment from household use had seemed
to Penrod as inexplicable as it was
providential
He shook the lantern near his ear;
nothing splashed; there was no sign
but a dry blinking. But there was
plenty of kerosene in the can, and he
filled the lantern, striking a match to
illumine the operation. Then he lit the
lantern and hung it upon a nail against
the wall. The saWdust floor was slight
ly impregnated with Oil, and the open
flame Quivered in suggestive proximity
to the side of the box; however, some
rather deep charrings Of the plank
against which the lantern hung offered
evidence that the arrangement was by
no means new one and indicated at
least possibility of no fatality oc-
curing this time
Next Penrod turned up the surface
OF the SaWdust in another corner Of the
floor and drew forth a cigar box in
which were half a dozen cigarettes
made Of hayseed and thick brown
wrapping paper, a lead pencil, an
eraser and a small notebook labeled:
English Grammar. Penrod Scho-
field. Room 6. Ward School Nomber
Seventh
The first page of this book was pure
ly academic, but the study of English
undefled terminated with a slight jar
at the top Of the second: "Nor must
an adverb be used to modif''-
Immediately followed:
"HARoLD RAMoREZ THE ROAD
AGENT OR WILD LIFE AMONG
THE ROCKY MTS"
AuU Iuc Subsequent CulEICS III Tile
book appeared to have little concern
with Room 6. Ward School Nomber
Seventh.
The author of Harold Ramorez,"
etc., lit one of the hayseed cigarettes,
seated himself comfortably. with his
back against the wall and his right
shoulder just under the lantern, ele-
waited his knees to support the note
book, turned to blank page and wrote,
slowly and earnestly:
''CHAPITER THE SIXTH"
He took a knife from his pocket, and,
broodingly, his eyes upon the inward
embryos of vision, sharpened his pen
Gil. After that he extended a foot
with the side Of his shoe Creation.
with Penrod, did not leap, full armed,
from the brain; but finally he began
to produce. He wrote very slowly at
first, and then with increasing rapid
ity, faster and faster. gathering mo-
mentum and growing more and more
fevered as he sped, till at last the true
fire came, without which no lamp of
real literature may be made to burn.
Mr.. Wilson reched for his gun but our
hero had him covred and soon said Well
guess you don't come any Of that on
me my friend.
Well what makes you so sure about it
sneered the other biting his lip so saw
ageley that the blood ran You are moth
ing but comon Roadagent any way and
do not propose to be bafed by such,
Ramorez laughed at this and KEEP Mr.
Wilson covred by his ottomatick
Soon the two men were struggling to-
gether in the deathroes but soon Mr.. Will
son got him bound and gagged his mouth
and went away for awhile leavin our
hero, it was dark and he writhd at his
bonds writing on the floor vile the rats
came out of their holes and bit him and
vermin got all over him from the floor
of that helish spot but soon he managed to
push the gag out of his mouth with the
end of his toungeu and got all his bonds
off
Soon Mr. Wilson came back to tant him
with his helpless condition flowed by his
gang of detectives and they said Oh look
at Ramorez sneering at his plight and
tainted him with his helpless condition
because Ramorez had put the bonds back