Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 173: what you’re looking at

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166 THE ARGOSY. ‘“ There is only one thing that I am afraid of which can betray what has been done since those fellows went to bed in the shanty,” said Cavan, who wore a look of anxiety as he spoke. “ What is that, sir?” asked Phil, very desirous of avoiding any mishap. “IT am afraid Roddy, as you call him, will miss the money you took from his satchel; and that might change the entire current of affairs, though it might, at the same time, make him all the more anxious to undertake his next job, which you think is to be at the bank in the village.” “T concluded from what I heard that it was their objective point.” “TI don’t think there is anything else here to employ their talents, unless they go through some of these big hotels,” said Cavan. “If Roddy should discover that his six thousand dollars were gone, he might possibly conclude that his movements were observed, or he is just as likely to believe that he had been robbed in his turn by one of his two companions.” “TI don’t think he is likely to discover his loss at present,” said Phil. ‘‘ Last night he looked into the bag, and when he found the package, which [I had restored to its original appearance, he was satisfied, and did not open it.” “ But he agreed to divide with Gay Sparkland, if that is what you call the nephew of our friend; and Me may take out the money for this purpose,’ sug- gested Cavan. “IT don’t believe he means to divide with Gay, for he has kept the money without giving any of 1t to eather of his companions, and I believe he intends to skip at the right time without troubling himself about his associates, for he is the monkey that uses their cats’ paws to pull his chestnuts out of the as ” “ ‘Then he is the real villain of the party.” “When he is done with Gay and Chick Gilpool he will drop them both like a hot potato.” The Hebe reached her moorings, and was made fast to them. (TO BE CONTINUED.) “ONCE MORE THE FALL WITH EMPTY FIELDS AND SAD.” THE year once more is verging to its close; The monitory wind all day long grieves ; And from the hedge, like startled birds, the leaves Are scattered far on every gust that blows. The blithe birds are departed with the rose That bloomed but now along the cottage eaves— All save a few that ’mid the garnered sheaves In silence build against impending snows. Although beyond this gloom and dearth, you say, The spring shall come with song and flower and bee, And all these scenes forlorn again be glad, My soul keeps sighing this dark autumn day; The summer, too, must follow, and, ah me! Once more the fall with empty fields and sad! Henry Jerome Stockard, GONG OOO UN ceo