The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-02-12
When his limbs no longer

went TO the door. The Doctor wa!
ascending the stairs with the leis
ureiiness of fat man in the trop
les, an enormous cigar between
his fat lips. His salute to thu
Younger man was nncruousiy
benevolent.
'.Our distinguished patient i'm
, proves, Senior. he vouehsafeo
an opinion He progresses. Yes
!, he progresses
!, How soon will he speak?
,, Tomorrow, perhaps, Senior.
, 'Not-today?'
. looked at the cigar critically
The doctor pursed his lips and
, No, hardly, hardly! Tomor.
row or let rs say, the day after
Yes, surely the day after, if all
: goes favorably We will hope for
the day after tomorrow, deal
senior. .
THANK YOU Bruce said la
conically.
. The day after tomorrow, the
promise Knocked at him like a
icer on the thin lips of his enemy.
/ If Granados recovered tomorrow,
/ there would be hope. Ii not, there
did remain one possibility. He
might reach DR.. Valdez by telc-
/ phone. Why had he not thought
before Of the governor? kindling
with new eagerness, he hurried
down the stairs.
AS he sat down before the in
Strument. the steward APP
| preached him murmuring apology.
WHAT" Bruce demanded
sharply
| Pedro was distressed to dis
turb the Senior, but a tree had
fallen down the mountain road.
The careless work OF woodcut-
ters. All the wires We're broken.
There was no telephone.
If Bruce had doubted Meyers
efficiency, or ability to keep him
from reaching the capital he
doubted no longer. He slowly
directed his thoughts to another
road, one-that ran far from the
city. When he gave his order for
a horse, Pedro sped promptly on
the errand. If he felt surprise
that Bruce went out in apparent
disregard of the patient upstairs,
he said nothing. Noel's servants
were not taught to ask questions
of their superiors.
When the horse was brought to
the door, Corey Bruce mounted,
dismissed the attendant, and rode
quietly down through the garden,
and out through The Gate of the
Little Shoes.
Near midnight, the jailer at the
prison Of Rio Nabuco came yawn-
ing and stumbling to the door Of
the prison, holding up his lantern
to light and receive a gentleman
who had ridden up and awakened
the guard by knocking on the
door with the handle of his riding
whip. The guard had called the
jailer. Surely only a man Of in
fluence would awaken such a
place at such an hour; surely only
an event Of Importance could
bring such a gentleman out at
such a time. The official handed
his lantern to the underling. and
held the VISITORS stirrup for him
to dismount; cycling the beauty
and grooming of the black horse,
the costly saddle, and the well
dressed rider.
"What will the Senior deign to
requireds" he humbly proffered
his services.
The horseman took off his
broad brimmed hat, showing in
the yellow light an unforgettable
red head and brown eyes gazing
through round, shell trimmed
spectacles.
II want to go in, Miguel, he
made his astounding statement.
ell want to see my old cell.
The stupefied Manuel bowed
himself backward before his for
mer prisoner.
Certainly, certainly, Senior, 8
he mumbled deferentially. his
eyes rolled in their sockets, as he
followed the red headed Ameri
can inside, fumbling for his keys
meanwhile.
No one is there, . he babbled
lttNQ one has been there. AL il
las the Senior left it when thu
most excellent General Noel came
Ito take him away. The Little
Bald One, il the next cell fhs
Senior remembers The Little
Bald Onei BE died last month
A puim stung him, and his blood
being thin, he died. It was com
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