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proposed　to　me；　I　offered　him　about　what　I　kalkilated　I　could　earn
myself。　　When　he　went　away；　and　was　sick　and　in　trouble；　I　came
here　and　took　this　hotel。　　I　knew　that　by　hard　work　I　could　make　it
pay。　　Don't　laugh　at　me；　please。　　I　DID　work　hard；　and　DID　make　it
paywithout　takin'　one　cent　of　the　fortin'。　　And　all　I　made；
workin'　by　night　and　day；　I　gave　to　him。　　I　did；　Mr。　Hamlin。　　I
ain't　so　hard　to　him　as　you　think；　though　I　might　be　kinder；　I
know。〃

Mr。　Hamlin　rose；　deliberately　resumed　his　coat；　watch；　hat；　and
overcoat。　　When　he　was　completely　dressed　again；　he　turned　to　Peg。
〃Do　you　mean　to　say　that　you've　been　givin'　all　the　money　you　made
here　to　this　A　1　first…class　cherubim？〃

〃Yes；　but　he　didn't　know　where　I　got　it。　　O　Mr。　Hamlin！　he　didn't
know　that。〃

〃Do　I　understand　you；　that　he's　bin　buckin　agin　Faro　with　the　money
that　you　raised　on　hash？　　And　YOU　makin'　the　hash？〃

〃But　he　didn't　know　that；　he　wouldn't　hev　took　it　if　I'd　told　him。〃

〃No；　he'd　hev　died　fust！〃　said　Mr。　Hamlin　gravely。　　〃Why；　he's　that
sensitiveis　Jack　Folinsbeethat　it　nearly　kills　him　to　take
money　even　of　ME。　　But　where　does　this　angel　reside　when　he　isn't
fightin'　the　tiger；　and　is；　so　to　speak；　visible　to　the　naked　eye？〃

〃Hehestops　here；〃　said　Peg；　with　an　awkward　blush。

〃I　see。　　Might　I　ask　the　number　of　his　roomor　should　I　be　a
disturbing　him　in　his　meditations？〃　continued　Jack　Hamlin；　with
grave　politeness。

〃Oh！　then　you'll　promise？　　And　you'll　talk　to　him；　and　make　HIM
promise？〃

〃Of　course；〃　said　Hamlin　quietly。

〃And　you'll　remember　he's　sickvery　sick？　　His　room's　No。　44；　at
the　end　of　the　hall。　　Perhaps　I'd　better　go　with　you？〃

〃I'll　find　it。〃

〃And　you　won't　be　too　hard　on　him？〃

〃I'll　be　a　father　to　him；〃　said　Hamlin　demurely；　as　he　opened　the
door　and　stepped　into　the　hall。　　But　he　hesitated　a　moment；　and
then　turned；　and　gravely　held　out　his　hand。　　Peg　took　it　timidly。
He　did　not　seem　quite　in　earnest；　and　his　black　eyes；　vainly
questioned；　indicated　nothing。　　But　he　shook　her　hand　warmly；　and
the　next　moment　was　gone。

He　found　the　room　with　no　difficulty。　　A　faint　cough　from　within；
and　a　querulous　protest；　answered　his　knock。　　Mr。　Hamlin　entered
without　further　ceremony。　　A　sickening　smell　of　drugs；　a　palpable
flavor　of　stale　dissipation；　and　the　wasted　figure　of　Jack
Folinsbee；　half…dressed；　extended　upon　the　bed；　greeted　him。　　Mr。
Hamlin　was　for　an　instant　startled。　　There　were　hollow　circles
round　the　sick　man's　eyes；　there　was　palsy　in　his　trembling　limbs；
there　was　dissolution　in　his　feverish　breath。

〃What's　up？〃　he　asked　huskily　and　nervously。

〃I　am；　and　I　want　YOU　to　get　up　too。〃

〃I　can't；　Jack。　　I'm　regularly　done　up。〃　　He　reached　his　shaking
hand　towards　a　glass　half…filled　with　suspicious；　pungent…smelling
liquid；　but　Mr。　Hamlin　stayed　it。

〃Do　you　want　to　get　back　that　two　thousand　dollars　you　lost？〃

〃Yes。〃

〃Well；　get　up；　and　marry　that　woman　down　stairs。〃

Folinsbee　laughed　half　hysterically；　half　sardonically。

〃She　won't　give　it　to　me。〃

〃No；　but　I　will。〃

〃YOU？〃

〃Yes。〃

Folinsbee；　with　an　attempt　at　a　reckless　laugh；　rose；　trembling　and
with　difficulty；　to　his　swollen　feet。　　Hamlin　eyed　him　narrowly；
and　then　bade　him　lie　down　again。　　〃To…morrow　will　do；〃　he　said；
〃and　then〃

〃If　I　don't　〃

〃If　you　don't；〃　responded　Hamlin；　〃why；　I'll　just　wade　in　and　CUT
YOU　OUT！〃

But　on　the　morrow　Mr。　Hamlin　was　spared　that　possible　act　of
disloyalty；　for；　in　the　night；　the　already　hesitating　spirit　of　Mr。
Jack　Folinsbee　took　flight　on　the　wings　of　the　south…east　storm。
When　or　how　it　happened；　nobody　knew。　　Whether　this　last　excitement
and　the　near　prospect　of　matrimony；　or　whether　an　overdose　of
anodyne；　had　hastened　his　end；　was　never　known。　　I　only　know；　that；
when　they　came　to　awaken　him　the　next　morning；　the　best　that　was
left　of　hima　face　still　beautiful　and　boy…likelooked　up　coldly
at　the　tearful　eyes　of　Peg　Moffat。　　〃It　serves　me　right；　it's　a
judgment；〃　she　said　in　a　low　whisper　to　Jack　Hamlin；　〃for　God　knew
that　I'd　broken　my　word；　and　willed　all　my　property　to　him。〃

She　did　not　long　survive　him。　　Whether　Mr。　Hamlin　ever　clothed　with
action　the　suggestion　indicated　in　his　speech　to　the　lamented　Jack
that　night；　is　not　of　record。　　He　was　always　her　friend；　and　on　her
demise　became　her　executor。　　But　the　bulk　of　her　property　was　left
to　a　distant　relation　of　handsome　Jack　Folinsbee；　and　so　passed　out
of　the　control　of　Red　Dog　forever。




THE　GREAT　DEADWOOD　MYSTERY


It　was　growing　quite　dark　in　the　telegraph…office　at　Cottonwood；
Tuolumne　County；　California。　　The　office；　a　box…like　enclosure；　was
separated　from　the　public　room　of　the　Miners'　Hotel　by　a　thin
partition；　and　the　operator；　who　was　also　news　and　express　agent　at
Cottonwood；　had　closed　his　window；　and　was　lounging　by　his　news…
stand　preparatory　to　going　home。　　Without；　the　first　monotonous
rain　of　the　season　was　dripping　from　the　porches　of　the　hotel　in
the　waning　light　of　a　December　day。　　The　operator；　accustomed　as　he
was　to　long　intervals　of　idleness；　was　fast　becoming　bored。

The　tread　of　mud…muffled　boots　on　the　veranda；　and　the　entrance　of
two　men；　offered　a　momentary　excitement。　　He　recognized　in　the
strangers　two　prominent　citizens　of　Cottonwood；　and　their　manner
bespoke　business。　　One　of　them　proceeded　to　the　desk；　wrote　a
despatch；　and　handed　it　to　the　other　interrogatively。

〃That's　about　the　way　the　thing　p'ints；〃　responded　his　companion
assentingly。

〃I　reckoned　it　only　squar　to　use　his　dientical　words？〃

〃That's　so。〃

The　first　speaker　turned　to　the　operator　with　the　despatch。

〃How　soon　can　you　shove　her　through？〃

The　operator　glanced　professionally　over　the　address　and　the　length
of　the　despatch。

〃Now；〃　he　answered　promptly。

〃And　she　gets　there？〃

〃To…night。　　But　there's　no　delivery　until　to…morrow。〃

〃Shove　her　through　to…night；　and　say　there's　an　extra　twenty　left
here　for　delivery。〃

The　operator；　accustomed　to　all　kinds　of　extravagant　outlay　for
expedition；　replied　that　he　would　lay　this　proposition　with　the
despatch；　before　the　San　Francisco　office。　　He　then　took　it　and
read　itand　re…read　it。　　He　preserved　the　usual　professional
apathy；had　doubtless　sent　many　more　enigmatical　and　mysterious
messages；but　nevertheless；　when　he　finished；　he　raised　his　eyes
inquiringly　to　his　customer。　　That　gentleman；　who　enjoyed　a
reputation　for　equal　spontaneity　of　temper　and　revolver；　met　his
gaze　a　little　impatiently。　　The　operator　had　recourse　to　a　trick。
Under　the　pretence　of　misunderstanding　the　message；　he　obliged
the　sender　to　repeat　it　aloud　for　the　sake　of　accuracy；　and
even　suggested　a　few　verbal　alterations；　ostensibly　to　insure
correctness；　but　really　to　extract　further　information。
Nevertheless；　the　man　doggedly　persisted　in　a　literal　transcript　of
his　message。　　The　operator　went　to　his　instrument　hesitatingly。

〃I　suppose；〃　he　added　half…questioningly；　〃there　ain't　no　chance　of
a　mistake。　　This　address　is　Rightbody；　that　rich　old　Bostonian　that
everybody　knows。　　There　ain't　but　one？〃

〃That's　the　address；〃　responded　the　first　speaker　coolly。

〃Didn't　know　the　old　chap　had　investments　out　here；〃　suggested　the
operator；　lingering　at　his　instrument。

〃No　more　did　I；〃　was　the　insufficient　reply。

For　some　few　moments　nothing　was　heard　but　the　click　of　the
instrument；　as　the　operator　worked　the　key；　with　the　usual
appearance　of　imparting　confidence　to　a　somewhat　reluctant　hearer
who　preferred　to　talk　himself。　　The　two　men　stood　by；　watching　his
motions　with　the　usual　awe　of　the　unprofessional。　　When　he　had
finished；　they　laid　before　him　two　gold…pieces。　　As　the　operator
took　them　up；　he　could　not　help　saying；

〃The　old　man　went　off　kinder　sudden；　didn't　he？　　Had　no　time　to
write？〃

〃Not　sudden　for　that　kind　o'　man；〃　was　the　exasperating　reply。

But　the　speaker　was　not　to　be　disconcerted。　　〃If　there　is　an
answer〃　he　began。

〃There　ain't　any；〃　replied　the　first　speaker　quietly。

〃Why？〃

〃Because　the　man　ez　sent　the　message　is　dead。〃

〃But　it's　signed　by　you　two。〃

〃On'y　ez　witnesseseh？〃　appealed　the　first　speaker　to　his　comrade。

〃On'y　ez　witnesses；〃　responded　the　other。

The　operator　shrugged　his　shoulders。　　The　business　concluded；　the
first　speaker　slightly　relaxed。　　He　nodded　to　the　operator；　and
turned　to　the　bar…room　with　a　pleasing　social　impulse。　　When　their
glasses　were　set　down　empty；　the　first　speaker；　with　a　cheerful
condemnation　of　the　hard　times　and　the　weather；　apparently
dismissed　all　previous　proceedings　from　his　mind；　and　lounged　out
with　his　companion。　　At　the　corner　of　the　street　they　stopped。

〃Well；　that　job's　done；〃　said　the　first　speaker；　by　way　of
relieving　the　slight　social　embarrassment　of　parting。

〃Thet's　so；〃　responded　his　companion；　and　shook　his　hand。

They　parted。　　A　gust　of　wind　swept　through　the　pines；　and　struck　a
faint　Aeolian　cry　from　the　wires　above　their　heads；　and　the　rain
and　the　darkness　again　slowly　settled　upon　Cottonwood。

The　message　lagged　a　little　at　San　Francisco；　laid　over　half　an
hour　at　Chicago；　and　fought　longitude　the　whole　way；　so　that　it　was
past　midnight　when　the　〃all　night〃　operator　took　it　from　the　wires
at　Boston。　　But　it　was　freighted　with　a　mandate　from　the　San
Francisco　office；　and　a　messenger　was　procured；　who　sped　with　it
through　dark　snow…bound　streets；　between　the　high　walls　of　close…
shuttered　rayless　houses；　to　a　certain　formal　square　ghostly　with
snow…covered　statues。　　Here　he　ascended　the　broad　steps　of　a
reserved　and　solid…looking　mansion；　and　pulled　a　bronze　bell…knob；
that　somewhere　within　those　chaste　recesses；　after　an　apparent
reflective　pause；　coldly　communicated　the　fact　that　a　stranger　was
waiting　withoutas　he　ought。　　Despite　the　lateness　of　the　hour；
there　was　a　slight　glow　from　the　windows；　clearly　not　enough　to
warm　the　messenger　with　indications　of　a　festivity　within；　but　yet
bespeaking；　as　it　were；　some　prolonged　though　subdued　excitement。
The　sober　servant　who　took　the　despatch；　and　receipted　for　it　as
gravely　as　if　witnessing　a　last　will　and　testament；　respectfully
paused　before　the　entrance　of　the　drawing…room。　　Th