The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1921-04-14
THE MARK OF CAIN
Copyright. 1917. by J. b. Llpp,ncot. Co.

ton.
"Mr. James Brent Auchin
Gloss" it read.
Huh, +" said Fibsy, "don'1
wonder it's too much for you
son. But looky here, you've go
in wrong, somehow l don't
know Mr.. Auchincloss, myself
Lemme go, there s a pal-an' III
/ call it square. "
"Aexcuse; my orders to log
you in, and this time Kito she
out Of the door, and the next IN
slant Fibsy heard the key CRATE
III the lock.
First he gave a long whistle
then he blinlSed his eyes several
times, and then he set to work
Systematically to investigate his
prison.
A few quick glanees showed
him he was in a woman S room,
and one recently occupied. There
were hairpins on the dresser and
a pair of curling tongs beside
them. The furniture was of
black walnut, old fashioned but
of good workmanship. The bed
was neatly made up, and the
closet, into which Fibsy looked,
was empty save for a pair of
woman S shoes and an old skirt
Or two.
There was one other door, and,
pulling it open, the boy fonnd it
led to bathroom, plain and
clean, not at all luxnriously ap-
pointed.
He put his head out of
the bathroom window. There was
sheer drop OF three stories to
the ground. This was on the
same airshaft as the bedroom
window gave on. The windows
on the other side of the shaft
were in the next house, and all
were with closely drawn shades.
"Gee!" thought Fibsy, "I
must set me bean to woikin ,"
In critical moments Fibsy, even
in thought, reverted to his street
slang, though he was honestly
trying to break himself Of the
habit.
!" I'm in a swell house," he as
sured himself, AN this is the
woik COILS room. Oh, I'm on.
Dis amt no mistake, I'm kid
naped-tfat s what's come my
way! Now, who does itq'
But though he had the whole
afternoon to put uninterrupted
thought on that question, it re-
NAMED unanswerel.. He cudgeIed
his brain to remember any one
by the name of Auchincloss, but
without success. He pondered
deeply over the possible reasons
any one could have for incarcer-
ating him in this way, but could
think of none, He returned at
last to his theory Of mistaken
identity, and concluded that he
had been mistaken for some one
else. /,
Though with subconscious-
ness of it's futility, he banged on
the door, and he hung out of the
window and yelled, and he
stamped, pounded and banged in
every way he could think of,
without getting the least re
Spouse Of any sort.
The awful thought struck him
that he was to be left here to
starve to death, and this so awed
him that he sat perfectly still for.
two minutes, and then began to
make racket with redoubled.
vigor.
At last, worn out by mental
and physical exertion, he threw
himself on the bed and dropped
into ftful slumber.
He was reused by the opening
door, and beheld the Japanese
enter with tray of food.
B Milky on the starvation stunt,
then!'' he cried joyously. !" Why,
Z | say, Kito, il you don't come
across with most as zgobd eats
as me Aunt Becky, an that Is go
in some!
Kito stood, with folded arms,
watching his prisoners appetite
assert itself. Then he said: You
make mother piece racket like
those, an break your honor
able arm. =
You will!'' And for a mo-
ment Fibsy sprang to action.
Then, remembering the skill Of
his foe, he fell into detection
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