Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1915-05-13


missed him and remand stuck in the wall
Our heros ammunition was exhaused what
was he to do. the remanin scondrel would
soon get his ak lose so our hero sprung
forward and bit him till his teeth met III
the hech for now our hero was fighting
for his very life At this the remanin
scondrel also cursed and swore vile oaths
Oh sneered he - you Harold Ramorez
what did you bite me for Yes sneered
Mr. Wilson also and he has shot me in
the abdomen too
Soon they were both cursin and reviln
him together Why, sneered they what
did you want to injure us for Why, you
Harold Ramorez you have not got any
sence and You think you are so much but
you are no better than anybody else
Soon our hero could stand this nc longer
If you could learn to act like gentlmen
said he 1 would not do any more to you
now and your low vile expressions have
not got any effect on me only to injure
your own self when you go to meet your
Maker Oh I guess you have had enogh
for one day and I think you have learned
a lesson and will not soon atemp to beard
Harold RaInorez again so with a tanting
laugh he cody lit a CIGARETTE and takin
the keys of the cell from Mr. Wilson
poket went on out
Soon Mr. Wilson and the wounded detec-
tive manged to bind up their wonds and
got up off the floor - 1t I will have
that dasstads life now sneered they if we
have to swing for it he shall not escape
us again.
Chapter seventh
A mule train of heavily laden burros
laden with gold from the mines was to be
seen wondering among the highest cliffs
and gorgs Of the Rocky Mts and a tall
with ell
cartridge belt could be heard cursin vile
oaths because he well knew this was the
lair of Harold Ramorez Why you mean
old mules you sneered he because the
poor mules were not able to so any
quicker for him I will show you Why
- it sneered he his oaths growing viler
and viler 1 will whip you SOS you will not
be able to walk for week you mean old
mules you
Scarcely had the vile words left his lips
when
"Penrodr'
1t was his mothers voice calling
from the back porch.
simultaneously the noon whistles be-
gan to blow far and near, and the ro-
mancer in the sawdust box, summon
ed prosaically from steep mountain
passes above the clouds, paused with
stubby pencil halfway from lip to
knee. His eyes were shining, there
was a rapt sweetness in his gaze. AS
he wrote his burden had grown light
er, thoughts Of Mrs. Lora Rewbush had
almost left him, and in particular as he
recounted (even by the chaste DASH
the annoyed expressions of Mr.. VIII
son, the wounded detective, and the
silken moustached mule driver, he had
felt mysteriously relieved concerning
the Child Sir Lancelot Altogether he
looked a better and a brighter boy.
"Pen-rodr'
The rapt look faded slowly. He
sighed, but moved not.
"Penrod! We're having lunch early
just on your account, SO you'll have
plenty of time to be dressed for the
pageant. Hurry
There was silence in Penrods aerie
"Pen-rodr'
Mrs. Schofelds voice sounded near
err, indicating a threatened approach.
Penrod bestirred himself. He blew out
the lantern and shouted plaintively:
''Well, amt 1 coming fast's camp
do hurry" returned the voice. with
drawing, and the kitchen door could
be heard to close
Replacing his manuscript and pencil
in the cigar box, he carefully buried
the box in the saWdust. put the Ian
tern and oil can back in the soap box.
ton of Duke, and in no uncertain tone
invited the devoted animal to enter.
Duke stretched himself amiably, af-
fecting not to hear and when this pre-
tense became so obvious that even a
dog could keep it up no longer sat
down in a corner. facing it. his back to
his master and his head perpendicular.
nose upward. supported by the con-
vergence of the two walls. This from
dog is the last word. the comble
Of the. immutable. Penrod command
ed, stormed. tried gentleness, persuad-
ed with honeyed words and pictured
rewards. Dukes eyes looked back
ward; otherwise he moved not. Time
elapsed. Penrod stopped to f1attery,
finally to insincere caresses; then, los
ing patience, spouted sudden threats.
"Penrod, come down from that box
this Instant
"Ma'am?"
care you up in that sawdust box
again?' AS Mrs. SchOfeld had just
heard her sons voice issue from the
box and also us she knew he was there
anyhow, her question must have been
put for oratorical purposes only. BE
cause if you are" she continued
promptly, "I'm going to ask your papa
not to let you play there any
Periods forehead, his eyes. the tops
of his ears and most of his hair be-
came visible to her at the top Of the
box. 81 amt 'playilgv" he said in
dignantly.
"Well. what are you doing"
"Just coming down." he replied in
grieved but patient tone.
'Then why don't you come?
81 got Duke here. l got to get him
down. haven't I? You don't suppose /