Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-01-28

there was no reason why | should have
mentioned the circumstance to any one.
My opinion at that time was that DON
aldson might know about it, though
could not positively recall having told
him. We knew the total amount, and
SO did Carl Archer and Jim Bum, but
1t was certainty that none of these
persons had given Donald his informa-
ton.
1t was about 0 o'clock when we got
into the factory, and during an hours
time nothing of Importance occurred.
The night was windy and dark. We
could get very imperfect view from
our window, for the lamp in the street
was dim and very much blown about.
Once we thought we saw the figure of
Reedy crouching beside the office and
occasionally our Waterman appeared in
the roadway between the two build
ings.
This utter monotony of waiting set
our nerves on edge, and when the whis-
tie of the 10 O'clock train blew we
jumped as If it had been an unusual
sound. 1t seemed very loud and star
Ting.
a fine rain had begun to fall, but we
did not know of it until we saw the
top of Il covered carriage that passed
along the roadway glitter with the
moisture. 1t was u carriage that did
not remember to have seen in Tun-
! bridge, and l communicated this fact
to Donald in whisper. though fancy
we might have spoken aloud without
doing any harm.
The carriage passed rapidly just as
the train whistled, and thought there
must be somebody in it who was hur-
rying to the station, but could see no
one at ALL Half minute later our
Waterman paused directly in front Of
the window. He lighted his pipe, and
the match made great flare in the
dark. Then. after he had smoked
bit, he suddenly thrust his pipe into
his pocket and ran toward the office.
Curiosity got the better of me, and
softly raised the window. The sound
of angry voices came from beyond the
smaller building. The words were in
distinguishable at first, and then I
heard Reedy say with precision and
conviction:
you're Scotch Davy; that's who you
are. I've been looking for you.''
Again there was a tangled jargon,
ending. as before, in the supremacy of
Reedy's cold tones.
| You're the Waterman, eh?" said he.
"Well. you're nice kind of watch
man, you are! There's two men in the
factory building at this minute, and
you don't know anything about it.
Who am 1? Mr.. Harrington will intro
duce me. Catch hold of the other wing
of this old jailbird, and We'll so and
find your boss"
Donald and dropped out of the win
dow and ran into the street, where we
encountered the trio, who We're all
talking at once.
Bring him into the Office" called,
and he led the way.
AS struck light I heard Donald
Mt my elbow. He seemed to be greatly
agitated, and he was muttering: This
ia dreadful! This is dreadful"
Immediately Reedy and the watch
man stalked in with their prisoner.
/
his disengaged hand, and they were
using these weapons in emphatic ges-
ticulation. l had a strong temptation
to dodge behind my desk in the face
of this recklessness.
The prisoner at the first glance
seemed to answer Donald's description
wonderfully well except IN the matter
of attire. He was dressed In black
suit of expensive material, and he car
ried gold headed umbrella. marked
the cold brutality of the face, the cru
! city Of the thin and rigid lips, and l
made up my mind that l was in the
| presence Of very desperate charac-
| ter.
This is an outrage" he protested in
voice that matched his iron counte-
nance.
Uncle" whispered Donald, they've
made a mistake. This is not the man."
mot the mani" echoed Reedy, who
had caught the words.
| Certainly not" said Donald. Didn't
l tell you that he had dimple in his
chin, n little. round hole that looked
as If 1t had been made with brad
| awlg"
"This amt much of night to look
for dimples," said Reedy, "but think
this is the Teller"
The prisoner, released, began to
dance with rage.
'I'll show you who ami" he cried.
"Tll make you answer for this false
arrestw
"You amt under arrest" said Reedy,
land you never have been, but you've