The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-08-26
THE NAN -.
on THE BOX
By Harold MacGrath
Author OF tne Grey CLOAK '1ne Pupp ct CROWN"
Copyright, 1904 by Bobbs-Merrin Company.

land, me cockney. Ye can't drive more
ZEN hundred miles an hour on these
pavements.
"But, T tell you-' Warburton,
realizing where his escapade was about
to lead him, grew desperate. The igno-
miny of It'll He would be the laughing
stock Of all the town on the morrow.
find that you are making a great mis-
take; If you, will only take me to-
Scott CIRCLE
"Where we have a pal with a gun,
eh7 Git ahead!' And the two made
off toward the west.
Once or twice the officer found him
self admiring the easy seat Of his pris-
oner; and if the horse had been any
thing but trained animal he would
mato arrival at the third precinct.
Half a dozen times Warburton was
Of a mind to make bolt for it, but
he did not dare trust the horse or
his knowledge Of the streets. He
had already two counts against him,
disorderly conduct and abduction,
and he had no desire to add
uselessly a third, that of resisting an
officer, which seems the greatest posi-
bic crime man can commit and escape
hanging. On, for mettlesome nag.
There would be no police station for
him, then, Police station. Heavens,
sister; their dismay, their shame; not
counting that he himself would be
laughed at from one end Of the CONT
nent to the other. What an ass he had
made of himself. He wondered how
much money it would take to clear him.
self, and at the same moment recollected
that he hadn't cent in his clothes. A
sweat of terror moistened his brow.
, =, n " lh were 9;y e up to, anyway9',,
booze have we been samplin'9''
"l've nothing to say"
eye speak clear enough. So much
tn worse, if We amt drunk. Was We
crazy t. ride like that's Ye might have
killed tn women an had a bill Of man
slaughter brought against ye.''
- have nothing to say; it is all a
mistake. I got the wrong number and
the wrong carriage'
eth devil ye did. An where was
ye goin' t. drive tn other carriage at
that thunderin' rates It won't wash,
his honor II be stone-deaf when We tell
nm nN Shat toa aG1 re drunk or have been.
"Well, I'd give me night off t. know
what we were up. to. Don't ye know
nothln' about ordinances an laws9 An
l wouldn It mind havin' We tell me why
ye th1eW yer arms around tn lady an
Warburton started in his saddle. H.
mad forgotten all about that part of
the episode. His blood warmed sudden.
~ and his cheeks burned. He had kissed
ne1. Kissed her .soundly, too, the most
rad1Ia1ntly beautiful woman in all the
world. Why, come to think of it, it
was easily worth night in Jail. Yes,
by George. he had kissed her, kissed
that blooming cheek, and but for this
policeman, would have forgotten. What
ever happened to him, she wouldn It for.
get IN a hurry. He laughed The DO
llceman gazed at him in panied sur
prise. = 'oA
,o " Nv! ye seem t. take it good an
:, eff you could only see the humor in
it, my friend, you'd laugh, too.'' -
"1Oh, would, heys All T cot +, saw
Is mat yer nerve gifts me. AM We stand
pretty good show of bein' rounded
up :, for more'n thirty DAYS. TOO.
Well,ye.>ve had yer joke; mebbe We have
H. In pplce t. pay tn fiddler. Turn
The rest of the ride was in silence
Warburton gazing caiiouslV a al aldiea and
the officer watching him with a warv
eye to observe any suggestive move
m ;en He couldn It make out this chap.
dR Re5e y Wig 5Tmethin fh wrong deep
slightest doubt. It was them h;ub.
toned swells that was the craftiest An
most daring. Handsome is that hand
| some does: A quarter of an hour later
they arrived at the third precinct.
where our jeuh was registered for the
night under the name of James o.
borne. He was hustled into, a small
cell and left to himself.
He had kissed heri GLORY of olories,
He had pressed her to his very heart.
besides. After all, they couldn't do
anything very serious to him. They
could not prove the charge Of abduc.
! tion. He stretched himself on the cot,