Penny Dreadfuls, 1899 · page 74 of 295
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i “Go B N ew aes “Fine Cycles of atahty “ance, Ke ‘did openings for a man of your genius. wouldn’t be a bad idea—it’s a sort of refugium peccato-— rium nowadays. ‘I'ry the New World, my dear fellow, and here’s two hundred pounds to start you in life.” “Two hundred pounds! You said two thousand! “Did I, really? Well, I could as easily give you ten midnight moons. saved your precious neck from Jack Ketch—that’s worth the balance. all you'll ever get.” He arose as he spoke, threw away his smoked-out cigar, and buttoned himself up in his overcoat once more. “Wild weather to face at two in the morning. No 177 matter—virtue is its own reward. Farewell, my friend. A pleasant passage to New York.” “And this is all you mean to give me?” “AIl— it is. Don’t be ungrateful, my William; I’ve. Take the two hundred and my blessing. It's —every stiver, my friend—and a very pretty : sum | Many a millionaire has commenced on an eighth of — Or California <> the money. Not a word more, you black-a-vised mur- derer! I won’t have it. Show me to the door, and take your villainous face out of the country within the next three days, or I’ll be down on you with the same mercy you showed Kathleen O’Neal. . That will do—a word to the wise—you understand? Good-night!’ He disappeared in the stormy darkness. Morgan closed and locked the door behind him, and stood in the passage, shaking his fist impotently, his murderous eyes gleaming like live coals. ‘And this is the way you keep your word, Mr. Gerla eae “You've used your tool, and now ~~ It’s your time now— And ‘Desmond ?”’ he said. you fling it into the ditch to rot! every dog has his day—but mine will surely come. when it comes, look out! When you're at the height of your power and prosperity, I’ll have my vengeance and — fe Til pay you off, sooner or later, with compound interest, you traitor— drag you down, though I perish with you! you Judas, who sold your friend!” The man - * i ’ : ; ms, ‘ e - , : nt " A ’ - ; “v4 ; - : a) i 4 : AF sy f v , : . : . oO a Neate a ‘ 4 ~ ) ’ : 2 “ ‘ ti R * . . res ww - ¢ , . n 0) OF el) Wy, tage iy a Nod ‘g, oe Srl ik NP Le ort We is . JUNI L<4 4 it i AT. P - ve © | r - f , : Ay’ a _ + a “4% 4 7 ‘ +. * ’ ) y } pen et ‘] 4 . Mag . " ue ‘ ee ¥ : J ., ie > aD int ">, iyi iy | .