The Wasp A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art . What Bill? One-eyed Bill, said the man, who, for a dyingwoman, runs this risk. You want to decoy me? I have done my duty, mister. And I am a coward! I almost said, but didnt. Tell me all about her. There is no time to lose; Ill tell you as we she is dying, I tell you, and if you dont urryyoull miss it. My mind was made up to trust the rascal. LuckilyI had replaced my coat when my visitor announcedhimself; so locking the door behind me, commandedhim to walk i
The Wasp A Saturday journal of illustration and comment, devoted to the discussion of public affairs, finance, society and art . What Bill? One-eyed Bill, said the man, who, for a dyingwoman, runs this risk. You want to decoy me? I have done my duty, mister. And I am a coward! I almost said, but didnt. Tell me all about her. There is no time to lose; Ill tell you as we she is dying, I tell you, and if you dont urryyoull miss it. My mind was made up to trust the rascal. LuckilyI had replaced my coat when my visitor announcedhimself; so locking the door behind me, commandedhim to walk in advance to Sacramento street to agambling den, which he knew the instant I namedit. Chet was busied at a game of monte, but out ofrespect to me, rose the instant I entered. Bill re-mained without. Chet fairly foamed at the mouthwhen I infoi-mcd him of my errand. Hell followher funeral, yes, bat will never go to see her whileliving. Of course he knew all the time that she wasin town, else how would he have known that Char-. Chet. ley was. Hell not go to see her, although she is hissister, and d}nug. No, not for a thousand sisters! Chet, I go alone! I firmly said in conclusion,I am going to take leave of your dying sister; Itake leave of her living brother, forever. Shouldharm befall me ?Rpon this mission, I hope you willlive in comfort ever after, because it will have hap-pened whilst gratifying the the last dying request ofyour only sister. From this day on, I added as awind-up, we meet as strangers; and turned to-wards the street. Chet took a boand from my side, with a velocityas of being shot away—it was for his hat, which hedrew far upon his eyes, and hastily returned. Lead on, he growled grufflv, and Bill led. Eussian hill in those days, with neither moon norgas to light the way, was a rough road to travel. One-eyed Bill, however, was a good pioneer, andin due course of time we reached the brow. A cold,biting wind swept in from the north, and held us at adisadvantage, w
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