Penny Dreadfuls, 1899 · page 25 of 116
Gentleman Joe's Leadville Lead — page 25: what you’re looking at
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‘‘Why, Mr. Christopher Kimball, of course—Mr. Chris- topher Kimball.”’ ‘Ts that the name that Kid-Glove Kit sails under?’’ ““Tt’s his real name unless he’s got another. It’s the name he sailed into Leadville under, anyhow.’’ ) ‘‘Is he a friend of yours, Mr. Joyce?’’ ‘“‘Not exactly a friend, Miss Calvert—not exactly a friend.”’ : ‘*You came here to see him to-night, did you?”’ ‘‘T just wanted to see if he was here—just to see if he was here.”’ : ‘‘And if he had been in would you have gone in?”’ ‘‘T might have considered it. “I never do anything with- out considering, Miss Calvert.”’ | ‘‘You seem to be as hard to get the truth out of as ever, Mr. Joyce. It’s a pity that you can’t practice a little in the rare and mighty art of telling the truth.’’ 7 ‘“You speak pretty plain, Miss Calvert. I can’t say that I like that kind of talk, not from a young woman—not from a young woman.’’ | ‘‘And how about it if I was old and wrinkled and ugly- looking, like you? With yellow teeth, and smoked tobacco and chewed it? And sitting round in rags and tags, with cobwebs and dust overhead, scheming how to cheat peo- ple, and how to sell things that belonged to somebody else and how to cheat thieves as well as honest people? Ifil -was an old man like this, would you like me any better, Mr. Joyce?”’ The attempt at a grin which the old money shark had put on faded away now, and the look which took its place was fairly fierce for an instant. , Something like an oath was hissed forth from betwixt his teeth, and he glared in silence for a momentat the girl who had nerve enough to tell him right to his face what a rascal she knew him to be. “Do you know what I would do if you were a man?’’ he demanded, in a voice which sounded like the hiss of a snake, “T expect that you would take to your heels and run, for | you would never stand up and fight, not if l were a man. er > ol » ef 7a Saer a r * * .. - ~~ - P t Z . _ - t= . 7 eT ORE EP ne Ae ss ett . > } t. ee ? 7 ' " 4 > ¥ >. i%. ~s ; mudd a tx nahe . — * - ~"s ] . of ; - ’ > oe ee one * ae 4 a » i, bs he Ag os SoS x~ & ,* - “ae . oe” ty ’ a . » ¥ « ; ~ - . os Pil be, _- o” ae “ ‘ u ‘. eo a ra 4 pt ety poate 4 3 mo. * i a® _ . oe > ae ie) oo . + —_ > comicbooks.com