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I1# 4A -r A fP Pi kA?"C -*t Sfo?' & ''MP^ S§2* rf: stf Si ifi? & W]$, &- f/" v* -..i w. i.y*4. it.' $ 4 fVv fe&iti* "»1£- W" H' fax W I Partners of the Tide ...•».. .|||fs JOSEPH C. LINCOLN AwtHar 1 "Ctp'a Erf" Oopjrrlght, 1MB, by A. & R.rr... Co. f, ,. CHAPTER "jT^TlAS you cal'latln' to buy one IWI of them turnovers, bub?" jfcAtjJ casually Inquired Mr. Olark, ceasing to gaze at bis (teaming boots, which were planted •gainst the bulging center of tlie sta tion stove, and turning toward the boy at the lunch counter. "Yes, sir," said the boy. He bad taken off one worsted mitten and held five cent piece clutched tightly In his red fist. The station agent wrapped the pas try In a piece of newspaper and hand Id It to bis customer. The,bq£»ji £QUH£stejr of about twelve years o£ age, with a frecIEfid face and a pair of bright gray eyes, took his "turnover"..to the settee In the corner of the waiting room and began to eat. He had on a worn cloth cap with an attachment that could be pulled down to cover the ears and a shabby over coat of man's size, very much too large for him. As he munched the greasy crust and the thin layer of "evaporated" apple he looked around him with interest. The station itself was like the aver age railway building on Capo Cod. Except for the sign "Harnlss" that hung outside It might have been the station at Wellmouth, which he had seen so often. Battered settees around the walls: lithographs of steamers, time tables and year old announcements of excursions and coun ty fairs hung above them big stove set In a box of sawdust—all these •were the regulation fixtures. Regula tion also were the "refreshments" on the counter at the side—"turnovers" ar ranged cobhouse fashion under a glass cover, with a dingy "Washington" pie under another cover and Jars of strip ed stick candy, with boxes of "Jaw breakers" and similar sweetmeats be tween. •i-.y It was snowing hard, and" in the dusk of the winter evening the flakes rustled against the windows as If un seen old ladles In starched summer gowns were shivering In the storm and crowding to-' get a peep within. The air In the shut waiting room smelled of hot stove, sawdust, wet clothing and Mr. Clark's cigar. To this collection of perfumes was presently added the odor of kerosene as the station agent lit the big lamps In their brackets on the wall, From outside came the sounds of creaking wheels and stamping horses, the stamping muffled by the snow „„whlch covered the ground. 0$* The door opened, and a big man with "a face of which gray whiskers and red nose were the most prominent features came stamping and puffing into the room. He Jerked off a pair of leather gloves, playfully shook the congealed moisture from them down Mr. Clark's neck Inside his collar, tossed a Ions whip Into the comer and, holding his apread fingers over the stove, began to slug "Whoa, Emma!" with enthusiasm. Mr. Clark, being too bUBy clawing the smelting snow from his neck to open a conversation, Mr. Bodkin observed: "Hello, Barney Small! How's the trav'l ln'? Have a rough time drlvln' over?" "Oh, mlddlin', lalddlln'," replied the driver of the Orham stage, unbutton ing his overcoat and reaching for his pipe, "but this earth's a vale of tears anyhow, so what's the odds so long's you're happy. Hello. Dan!" The last a shouted greeting to the station agent In the Uttle room, whose answer was a "Vave of the hand and a sidelong nod across the telegraph Instrument "What's doln'1 over tn Orham, Bar ney?" Inquired Mo Clark,, "Prissy and Tempy's adopted a boy." The agent evidently was Interested. v"The old maids?" "Yup, the old maids, s'pose they come to reelize that they needed a man 'round the house, but as there wa'n't no bids In that line they sort of com ,v promised on a boy." |5 "You don't mean the Allen old maids that live down on the 'lower road,' do you?" asked Mr. Bodkin. "Sartln. 1 said the old maids, didn't *.«•:£?. There's plenty of single women In Orham, bU£ when •ip'ou say 'the old maids* In '&r tovini everybody knows syou mean rctssyand Telnpy." "What about the boy, Barney?" said tfsthe station ajwnt, „con»(ng Into, the fS&K 'I' "Why," satd?5ilc,"Sman, Ifs this ."Way: Seems fthat Prtwy and Tempy's "lather, old Cap'n tortus Allen—he's dead six,years or more now—bad •tk niece hatBejibf BbpMa, that married C«P'9 Bfen? Iftckersoit, over to Well ™taou$Ji/ Cap'o Ben andvjhla wife had "son, 1 ,thi|ik the lily's name's Bkadley. A$yh$W Cap'n^ Ben and bis -wife xhjf drowned off the Ptoi^uguese it. tmofy&m "*VVw»5 SA& Jfc -Jg ago w^aai Bin's bark. Well,' ®oj^^« left at hoine that voyage Bn'i ha'f brothef. Solon Nicker i*«f- the yonngater could go to When bis folkij,|ij|is ^ownded •t^-w^the bAy kept^n Urln' with 'loo i|s4bouttthre^ SI dp. That's the ^eei^agoj^oioR wittf p^imouJ' and Upland an^ TC^m^r's the only re you see, so it was (utt should' be •4iWate^^r high old-jwr- *miu W* am ?0l4 mil /. /'"I'-'' '--I way I heard the yarn. They kept It a secret until yesterday, but now the whole town's talkin' 'bout It You see, It's such a good Joke for them two to have a boy in the house. Why, Prissy's been used to shooln' every stray boy off the place as if he was a hen." Mr. Small laughed so heartily at this that the others Joined in. When the hilarity hud subsided the station agent asked: "When's the Nickerson boy comln' over from Wellmouth?" "Why, today, come to think of it He was to come up on the afternoon train from Wellmouth and go to Or ham with me tonight. You ain't seen nothin' The station agent Interrupted him with a sidelong movement of the head. "Huh?" queried Mr. Small. Then he, In company with Mr. Clark and Mr. Bodkin, turned toward the corner of the waiting room. The boy who had bought the apple "turnover," having finished the last crumb of that viand, had turned to the window and was looking out through a hole he had scraped In the frost on the pane. He had shaded his face with his hands to shut out the lamplight, and, though he must have heard the conversation, his manner betrayed no Interest in it. Mr. Small interrogated the station agent by raising his eyebrows. The agent whispered, "Shouldn't wonder," and added, "He came on the up train this afternoon." "Hey, boy," said Mr. Clark, who nev er let consideration for other people Interfere with his own curiosity, "what's your name?" The boy turned from the window and, blinking a little as the light struck his eyes, faced the group by the stove. His freckled cheeks glistened as the light shone upon them but, as If he knew this, he pulled the big sleeve of the overcoat across his face and rubbed them dry. "What's your name, sonny?" said the stage driver kindly. "Nickerson," said the boy In a low tone. "I want to know. Your fust name ain't Bradley, Is It?" "Yes, sir." "Sho, well, there now! Guess you're goln' to ride over with me then. I drive the Orham coach. Hum, well, I declare!" And Mr. Small pulled his beard In nn embarrassed fashion. "Come over to the stove and get warm, won't you?" asked the station agent. "I ain't cold," was the reply. The trio by the stove fidgeted In si lence for a few moments, and then Mr. Small said uneasily: "Ain't It 'most time for that train to be In? She's a ha'f hour late now." "She was twenty-flve minutes late at Sandwich," said the station ngent, "and she's prob'ly lost ten minutes or so since. She'll be along In a little while now." But In spite of this cheerful prophecy a full fifteen minutes passed before the train, which had been started .from mmisSM "What's your name, sonnyt" Boston with the vague Idea that some time or other It might get to Province town, came coughing and panting round the curve and drew up at the station platform. Only one passenger got out at the Harnlss station, and he, stopping for a moment to jiand his trunk check to the station agent, walk ed briskly Into the waiting room and slalamed the'door behind him. "Hello!" he hailed, pulling off a buck skin glove and holding out a big hand to the stage driver. "Barney, how's sheheadln'?" Mr. Small grinned and took the prof fered hand. "Well, for the land's sake, Es Tit Tomb!" he exclaimed. "Where'd you drop from? Thought you was some wheres off the coast between New Tort and Portland Jest 'bout now.'' "(Jot shore leave for a fortni't or so," said the newcomer, unbuttoning his overcoat with a smart Jerk and throw ing It wide open. "Schooner sprung a *eak off Oaj," head last trip, and she'* bauled up «t Bast Boston toe repairs. Dirty weather, ain't It? Hello, Lon! How are you, Ike?' Mr. Clark and Jtis friend grinned and responded. "HW are you, {Jap'n Bz?" Ill npHn Timmrni, The arrlvalw^ashor^fhtcksetman with a sunbttrriMf &)<•* sharp eyes, hslr brown sprin kled with gr^ and 'a close dipped mustache of the same coler. He wore a bine overcoat over blue suit and held cigar firmly in one corner of his mouth. Hts mpVements were qufcfc •ad sharp.amVfce snapped out. his sen tences wljSi vigor. cargo||onIgiit?" fe*T&kedvfcf Bmall, too was buttoning his *v«rcoat' and jjmlllng on his gloves. "Pretty nijp an empty hold," was ty* reply. '^Ihly 'bout one and a ha'f ov®fe-y®^'re rjWM'a one,jutf the Jx*jr Captain Tltcomb followed, his over coat flapping In the wind. "Here, Barney," he observed, "have a cigar to smoke on the road. Have one, Dan? Here, Lou here's a couple for you and Ike. Who's the little feller?" he added in a whisper to the station agent. "Ben Nickerson's boy from Well mouth. He's comln' down to Orham to live with the old maids. They've adopt ed liim." "The okl maids? Not the old maids? Not Prissy and Tempy?" "Yup. All right, Barney I'm com in'." The station agent hurried away to help the driver with the captain's sea chest and its owner, apparently over come with astonishment, climbed mute ly Into the coach, where his fellow passenger bad preceded him. The old vehicle rocked and groaned as the heavy chest was strapped on the racks behind. Then it tipped again as Mr. Small climbed clumsily to the driver's seat. "All nslioro that's goln* shore!" shout ed Mr. Small. "So long, Dan. Git dap. Two-forty!" The whip cracked, the coach reeled on its springs, and the whole equipage disappeared in the snow and black ness. The boy, Bradley Nickerson, had nev er ridden in a stagecoach before, and after ten or tifteeii minutes of Jolt and roll he decided that he never wanted to ride in one again. Suddenly Captain Titcomb, who had been silent so far, spoke. "Heavy sea on tonight," he observ ed. "Tears to me Barney'd better take a reef. She's rollin' consider' ble." The boy laughed and said, "Yes, sir." "Coin' all the way to Orham?" asked the captain. "Yes, sir." "Got folk3 over there, I presume likely. Friends or nothin' but Jest re lations?" "delations, I—I guess." "So! Well, I've got a good many re lations over there myself. Fact Is, I've got relations, seems to me, 'most cverywberes. Fnther used to have so many of 'em that when he went vls ltin' he used to call it 'goln' cousinln'.' My name's Titcomb. What do they call you when your back ain't turned?" The boy laughed again In a puzzled way—he scarcely knew what to make of his questioner—and said that his name was Bradley Nickerson. "Nickerson, hey? That settles it you're a Cape Codder. Minute I meet anybody named Nickerson I always know they've got the same kind of sand In their boots that I have. Is it Obed Nickerson's folks you're goln' to see?" "No, sir. I'm goin' to live with Miss Priscilla Allen. Her and her sister. They was some of mother's people." "Sho, well I swan!" muttered the captain. "Prissy and Tempy, hey? Then Dan wa'n't foolln'. And you're goin' to live with 'em?" '.f "Yes, sir. Do you know 'em?" "Who—me? Oh, yes! I know 'em. I'm a partlc'lar friend of theirs—that Is," he added cautiously, "I call on 'em once in awhile Jest to say 'How are you?' Why? You didn't hear any of them fellers at the depot say anything 'bout me and them did you? No! Well, all right, I Jest thought— Oh, yes! I know 'em. Nice folks as ever was, but what ou might call a little mite 'sot in their ways.' Do you always wipe your feet when you come Into the house?' "Why—why—yes, sir, If I don't for get It" "All right. It's a good habit to git into, 'specially If you're goln' to walk on Prissy's floors. Sometimes I've wished I could manage to put my feet in my pocket when I've been there. I wonder if I knew your father? What was his name?" Bradley told his father's name and In response to the captain's tactful ques tioning a good deal more besides. In fact, before long Captain Titcomb knew all about the boy, where he came from, how he happened to come and all the rest And Bradley for his part learned that his companion command ed the coasting schooner Thomas Do ane, that he bad been a sailor ever since be was fourteen, that be had a marvelous fund of sea yarns and knew how to spin them and that he (Brad ley) liked htm, By and by the captain noticed that the boy's replies to his cheerful obser vations were growing rather Incoher ent and, suspecting the reason, he ceased to talk. A few minutes later he leaned forward and smiled to find his fellow traveler, who had slipped d«wn upon the cushion, fast,asle^. When Bradley awoke Captain Tit comb was standing on the ground by the open door of the coach, "Good night, Brad," he said. "Here's where I'm bound for. You've got a flve minute ride or so more 'fore you git to the old mal—that is, to.PrlsBy and Tempy's. I'll see' you tomorrer. You and me's goln* to be chums, yon know." The door was shut Sir: Small struck? tip "Camptown Stacee," and the stage bumped on again. This .time the boy did not sleep, bat, holding on to the strap, tried to peer through the snow crusted window. H&saw a light hdte and them but little tise. After a short Interval the coacb turned a sl&rp cor ner, rolled on for perhaps ^wlce its length and then stopped. ."*/ Mr. Small opened the-'door, and Brad lejj looking past hlm^Tr the side of a W, \SM' I' aun tne cap'n gu msiue, '1 Dan git the dunnage on The boy picked up the carpet bag and followed Mr. Small out to the rear platform of the station, where the coach, an old fashioned, dingy vehicle, drawn by four sleepy horses, stood waiting. ABEBDEEN DEMOCRAT, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1907. large houie and a lighted doorway, with two female figures, one plump and the other slender, standing In it. From behind them the lamplight streamed warm and bright and sent their shadows almost to his feet "Come on, bub," said the stage driv er. "Here's where you git out Miss Prissy," he shouted, "here's your new boarder." (To Be Continued.) MACDONALD CONCERT COMPANY HEARD AT OPERA HOUSE LAST NIGHT. H. Ruthven MacDonald Proves His Laurels as a Baritone, and He Won Great Favor The Other Artists Also Greatly Pleased All. The MacDonald Concert company opened the season for the Star enter tainment course at the Gottschalk Friday, and scored one of the most complete musical successes in the history of the city. Each one of the artists was encored heartily again and again after each performance by a crowd that packed the opera house to its fullest capacity. Last night's performance augurs well for the re mainder of the course. While each one of the artists was a thorough master of his or her par ticular line, it must be admitted that Mr. H. Ruthven MacDonald, the bari tone, was par excellence. He is prob ably the best baritone ever heard in Aberdeen. His voice has an un.usual range, is powerful in its high notes and sweet and clear in the lower. His first selection, "The Mighty Deep," was enough to put him in favor instantly with his audience, and from that time on he was obliged to respond to encores again, and again. His rendition of Davies' "King of the Elves" made a popular hit. As an encore to this he gave the well known song, "Off to Phila delphia" In an inimitable manner. His last two numbers—".Mother o' Mine" and "What the Chimney Sang"—were well executed and left a very favorable Impression with the audience. Miss Dawdy, the contralto, was a great favorite. Her voice is exceed ingly well trained and it pleased, even charmed, all her listeners. In the duets with Mr. MacDonald she showed to excellent advantage, though sB of her solos were gems. Probably her rendition of "Shadows" and "Years at the Spring" were the most enjoyed, though she sang the aria, "My Heart Is Weary," with ex cellent effect. Mips Ford, the violinist, proved to be afi that was expected of her from the high testimonials of her ability that had come to Aberdeen. Her first number, "Faust's Fantasie," found instant favor, as did her rendi tion of Dvorak's "Humoresque" and Wieniawski's "Mazurka." As an en core to the last named she rendered "Traumerei" in a manner that com pletely captivated her hearers. Her technique Is good and her tone is ex cellent. Mrs. MacDonald, the accompanist, was in thorough keeping with the other members of the company. IS THIS A NATURE FAKE? James Brearton, who spent the summer in the Black Hills, tells a' story of a curious animal which is found there which would doubtless cause President Roosevelt to smile if it came to his ears. He tells of a creature which resembles the wolf very closely and is called a shimo cat. It seems to be the nature of this unusual specimen to get a clod ot mud on its tall, which, as it gathers on more mud and grows larger, draws the animal's hide very tight, causing its eyes to protrude astonish ingly. With Its orbs in -this condi tion the shlmo cat is said to be able to js£e from a week to ten days ahead. & 5.*. A Methodist Kiftister Recommends Chamberlain's Cough Bemedy We have used Chamberlain's Cough Remedy In our home for sev- :,va years, and it has always proved to-be a reliable remedy We have foun,d that it would do more than the manufacturers claiip for It. It is especially ftjr^croup and Whooping cough, 1 Rev. James A.', Lewis, Pastor Htleca, Minn.. M. E. Church Chamberlain's 4^ghMlea]|£dy Is sold Vy all druggist?. zmmm BIGGEST JAIL DELIVERY IN HIS TORY OF COUNTY OCCURRED HERE LAST NIGHT. Made Their Getaway While Sheriff Anderson Was Eating Supper. Sawed Bars in North Window. One of Them Was the Man Who Murdered Nelson at Glenham Last Summer—William Moser, the Man' Charged With Murder of F. Mark-| alsee at Columbia Last Fourth of July, and Eight Others Remain. The biggest jail delivery in. the history of Brown county, if not in the state, occurred at the Brown county jail shortly before 7 o'clock' Monday evening, when 8 men made( their escape by jumping through one of the north windows. I The men who escaped were Tom] Sloan, who was being held to the next term of circuit court for shoot-J ing Harry Lockhart at Ferney a fewj weeks ago Theodore Taylor, whoj was being held to the next term of, court of Walworth county on the charge of having murdered a young man by the name of Nelson at Glen ham last summer McCarthy, who threw the coupling pins through the bar mirror of James I. Workman a few months ago Long and Adams who were being held to the next term of the circuit court on the charge of grand larceny for stealing furs worth several hundred dollars from an M. & St. L. freight car Du-| rant and Kent, who held up a man in. the Milwaukee freight yards a cou-, pie of weeks ago and a man named Williams, who was serving 50 days for the larceny of money from a' stranger's pockets at the Milwaukee' depot a few days ago. I The men*-tnade their escape while Sheriff Anderson was eating supper.' It has been the custom of the sheriff to turn the men loose in the corri-j dor at mealtimes. Yesterday even ing the sheriff fed the men as usual at 6:15 o'clock, and then went to his' home in the jail building .to eat his' own supper. When he had finished he went back to the jail to get the' dishes and put the men in. their cells! for the night. As soon as he arrived at the door one of the prisoners who had remained informed him of the escape of eight of his fellow prison ers. Sheriff Anderson at once made an examination. He found the screen that was between the corridor an.d the window pushed up and back' against the cells and two bars of the' window sawe in two and pushed' upward. This told the whole story,1 The sheriff ran at once to the tele phone and notified the officers of every town in this and surrounding counties. A sharp lookout will be kept by them for all men answering to their descriptions, and it Js thought, that many if not all of them will be apprehended. Sheriff Anderson thinks that the men might have had a pal assisting them from the outside. This view THE PROOF has, during the past 16 years, Undergone every conceivable test from the Mildest to the most Severe. In no case has "Yankton'' ever failedto show the highest efficiency. Our New Process makes it better than it ever was. TOR SALE BY £m Hollandsworth-Hart Lbr. Co.". McCauI-WebBter El v., Co. H. 3. Behrens Lbr. .C^^vSp Central Lbr. Co. Hawkeye Elevator ?. THE ONLY MAN seems to be borne out by the evidence in the case, as the screen which the men pushed up before they could get to the birs was not cut. He feels certain that were the screen raised at some time during the day or even a few days ago it would have been detected. None of the remaining prisoners would admit last night that they knew anything of the plans of their companions and if that is true, tlie bars must have been sawed from the outside and the delivery effected very quickly. For the past few days Charles Lilja, who is insane and held here to be taken to Yankton, has been making much disturbance, so that any sawing noise would not be noticed. Nine prisoners remained in jail. Whether they did so from noble mo tives or whether they did not have time to get away before his return, Sheriff Anderson does not know. Among these were Moser, who is being held on. the charge of the mur der of Frank Marsalkee at Columbia on July 4th. At an early hour this morning none of the prisoners had been cap tured. Last evening about S o'clock Jim Hagerty was passing by the normal school in his automobile when three shots were fired at him. He thinks that they were fired by the escaped prisoners who wished to get the auto to make their escape. If this is true the men must have got revolvers from the pal who possibly' freed them. TO DEDICATE NEW ALTAR OCTOBER 13 Sunday the worshippers at the Ger man Lutheran church on First ave nue east, of which Rev. C. Knoll is pastor, had an opportunity to see for the first time the new altar and Thorwaldson's statue "The Blessing of Christ," which have just been installed by the ladies of the church. The altar is about 15 feet high and the statue is about 5 feet in height. Next Sunday, October 13, on the occasion of the annual mission festi val, the new altar will be dedicated. Rev. Mr.Taubert of Leola will preach the sermon, and Rev. Lebahn, pas tor of the church 20 years ago but now pastor of a St. Paul church, will be present. A Reliable Remedy for Croup Mrs. S. Rosinthal, of Turner, Mich igan, says: "We have used Cham berlain's Cough Medicine for ourselv es and children for several years and like it very much. I think it is the only remedy for croup and can high ly recommend it." For sale by all druggists. In this section of the country that manufactures TTAPTTRfSS with an up to-date work shop, first class MECHANICS and A No 1 MATERIAL that Is bought in large quantities and bought RIGHT. I will sell you first class work for less money than you pav for factory Harness. Before you buy figure with B. F. 118 2nd Ave. E. is in service. Words of praise THE CEMENT THAT & ALL CEMENT? m. "Wi? 'S. 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Mr. Cook says that he and his rela tives will form a company for its manufacture but will offer no stock to the public. They will probably manufacture the machine at Sioux City. They have already been offer ed $30,000 for their patent, but they had no inclination to accept it, as they think that by manufacturing the machine themselves they will be come rich. Readers of the American will re member that an article treating of the Cooks' invention was given in these columns some time ago. The scheme of the machine is a separator and gasoline engine all in one piece, the engine being situated under the cylinder of the separator. This does away with the separate steam en gine, does away with the belt, saves power that now is lost and elimin ates all danger of fires. The machine is self propelling and can be moved from one place to another as easily as an automobile. 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