The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-05-12
Our Daily Sbcrf Story
{. You put up s25 and wen divide the


 it You put up ss5 and wen divide the profits. Seer'
 Young Twitcheli saw. But he didn't see what the rest of the crowd saw--to Wit, that the game was to gct him 10 put up the $25 and then to let the oth- CT Fellow win. He didn't understand that part Of 1t. All that he did under stand was that here was chance to display his love of sport in the sight Of some half dozen of the sports of the metropolis.
 He felt in his vest pocket and took out few bills. There was not enough there. In his trousers pocket. pushed way down for safety, he had a roll of something less than $i000o--a few hundred less. He was not averse to flashing that roll. even though it might De bit unsafe--it did him good to let the others know that he was man of money.
 The honest looking, wiry little man was in front of him. Twitchell pulled out his roll. He was just about to peel on couple of bills or so when some thing happened. He fonnd himself suddenly on his back. His roll had been seized by the wfry little man and the same little man had dashed him to the ground and was speeding out the doorway into Sixth Avenue. Twitchell
  he leaped to his feet and followed. He cried aloud In tho street. "Stop. thief --stop thief" was the burden of his song. He gained on the little man. The little man had run past three po- | licemen. To each of these Twitchell had cried that they must arrest him. | They smiled and wagged their heads Twitcheii ground his teeth. Was 1t possible that the thieves and thugs of the Tenderiofn were<hand in glove with | the police in this shameless, open way! I It seemed SO.
 Block after block the chase contfn- | ued. Twitcheil was the foremost In the crowd of running men. Ahead was the thief. Finally, after the had gone considerable distance. an officer stop ped the little man and held him. Twitche1l and the rest who were ex- | hausted. stopped running and came up | on a walk
 And then suddenly Twitchell remem- | bered himself What was he going to l do about 1t? The little man evidently dfvined that there was something un- usual about Twitchell, for he laughed | in Twitche1fs face.
 "what're you goin' to do, kid" he asked. "what have you got against me? Eh?. What did Twitcheii have against him? Nothing save that the | had embezzled. That was all. The of- | fcer jerked his prisoner. Come on." said the officer, "we'u settle 1t at the station house" No. no, mo-" cried Twitchell. ''T-.- | I'm wrong. This Is not the man at all There's been some great mistake. No. mo-"
 | CT go. The prisoner went and like a | flash. He never stopped going until he reached ferry house, and then he never stopped going until he was well | settled in the smoker of a suburban train. Then he counted the cash and sighed a sigh of satisfaction. As for Twitchell, he had his choice between living on nothing in New York or go- ing back to Monroe to face disgrace and subsequent arrest He was be- tween the horns of a dilemma.
 Old Peterkins, the President of the Monroe bank, sat that evening in his spacious home. facing the possibility of another sleepless night. That S10,- 900 worried him to death.
 Suddenly the bell rang The servant opened the door and a man stepped in. into the sanctum of Old Peterkins.
 "Mr. Peterkins." exclaimed the man. waving something in his hand. There's your cash. all but hundred or two. There 1t is."
 Peterkins eyes shone.f How Sid you do it?' he inquired.
 The man laughed. Stole It." he au- swered. larceny from the person. ac- companied with violence. Highway robbery" He laughed again. 'It was dead easy" he went on. 'as easy as anything ever tried." This man was the wfry little fellow who had robbed Young TwitchelI But then he was also Colehammer of New York
 Tn due time Twitchell sneaked back into Monroe. He expected arrest There was none. The bank ignored him and he sank. as many like him had already done. into innocuous des- uetude. There let him stay. But Old Peterkins was the only man who knew all the facts, and that was something to Old Peterkins.