Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-11-26
Twelve
~ Bud Martin a Lawbreaker. .

The young man who tilted his chair
back on the porch of the NOkohis
house and rested his neatly shod feet
on the porch rail was baby wanted by
The police of the big city thirty miles
away. There had been a tray snatched
i'm a iewulry store, a remarkably bold
yttempt and one of the daring gang mad
been caught The police knew MIN TO
be Bud Martins chum, and the lad
who was Oh watch outside the Jeweier s
bore a decided resemblance TO Bud. So
Bud was wanted, and his description
was sent out, and the detectives looked
high and low for him in all the usual
haunts. And here he sat, taking a ST.
esta on the sunny porch and waiting
for the hue and cry to cool down, ana
for his mustache to erOw-and botn
operations required time.
He knew that he couldn't find n safer
hiding place. The little town was Oft
the highway of travel, the nearest rail-
way station was seven miles away. The
chances were a thousand to one that he
would not be recognized in this dull re-
treat. To the hotel proprietor he was a
cigar drummer, whose samples had
gone astray, and who was nursing a
sprained ankle while he waited to
hear from the house
Fact OF IL is" Bud explained to him,
IL amt particular whether lose week
or not. and don't care blame wheth'
er the house likes It or don't like 1t,
That's me. | can get job any time
an I'm asking no odds Of Figglesheim
4 Jacobs, an they know it.
The tail old landlord nodded his ap
proyal Of these independent sentiments
You're welcome to stay 5 long = you
like" he drawled. II dunno OF a bet
ter place fer Teller to get back mis-
health. jus come an so as you Ike
an II things don't suit you, why sNeal
uD an say so--an,well do our best Z
make 'em suit. We amt scttin' any
Waldorfl.Astory table. but what we pm
on 1t is clean an fresh, an thcre''
plenty of it, That's straight amt it?'
You re all right, old man. laughed
Bud, with flash OF his white teeth
I'm kick good an plenty If there's
anything to kick about"
So the redoubtable leader Of the Gan
ney gang loafed about the hotel, anC
found himself growing stout, and pres
emily discovered that he was awiully
tired of 1t all. and that his cars hun
Cos ha la ~ ha ri :
Cobblestones. and his eyes longed for q
sight of his old companions. But h,
had made up his mind that the days %
his rustication must not be less thar
ten. BY that time the hunt for hin
would relax and the mustache he RELIEF
upon to add half dozen years to hi
appearance. would he grown to tn
proper proportions.
Bud Martin was but twenty. He
crowded good ueai Va experience int
these twenty years and it made hin
look older. And the mustache woult
add a few years TO this.
1t was the afternoon of the ninth da!
of Buds enforced sojourn that he sa
with his chair tipped back and his fee
on the porch rail. He was very gla'
that the next day would bring his re
lease. Time was hanging heavy on hi
hands. He didn't care to read, Their
was really nothing to see, and thinking
tired him. He yawned and half close,
his eyes.
Where was Tommy Cotton and Jen
Cooley? Lying low, no doubt, an
wondering where he was slowed away
He knew where Spike Daley was, al
right. The police had pook Spike fas
enough. He'd 20 up the river, sure
Foolish Spike, he shouldn't have takei
any such chances Bud had implore'
him to led the job alone. He had calleC
Bud coward. That settled 1t. II Bu'
ever caught him alone, he'd made hin