Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 105: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. 99 scrumptious old supper, you dear old pap !”’ Mr. Simpson looked at me again, some- thing glittering in his eyes. Then he thrust his hand into his inside pocket. My heart jumped into my mouth. Was he about to restore the fourteen hundred dollars ? Butno; he simply coughed once or twice and then said : ‘Tote out your grub, Patty.” I had another desire to knock him down, but desisted for the same reason as before. Mr. Simpson stored my rifle and his gun on a rack formed of deer antlers over the fireplace ; then, backing up to the fire, he motioned for me to join him. Patty had thrown a table-cloth over the table and was producing her tempting viands with all the pride of a young house- keeper. ‘Tf you don’t mind,” [said hesitatingly, ‘‘T would like to make my toilet.”’ ‘¢Couldn’t think o’ hit,’’ said he, decid- edly. ‘‘ Took too much trouble totin’ you down yere to let yougivemetherun. But ef you wanter wash there’s a basin an’ a bucket o’ water in yan corner.” . (CONNIE OOOKS (Ele)