, 1905-03-29
Them tellers is too sharp fer you.n

Them tellers is too sharp fer you."
that each of us was to put our seven
thousan' in a tin box that the lightnin'
Then, he bein' a disinterested party,
was to lock it up, givin' me the box IN
Story the key. 1t was agreed that l
sh'd take the box to the bank tomor-
rer. an when we was both there
George Story was to open it. If there
was $4,000 in it Story was to get it
all. If they was a cent less it was to
come to me.
well, sir, 1 come home with that
box, an l never doubted no more than
nothin' that there was S13, 300 in it, but
l thought I'd like to count it afore l
went to bed, so l opened it, an look!"
Here his voice rose to a wall. Look
what l found! Nothin' but a mess o.
paper an this here letter.
He fished in the piled up mass upon
the table until he produced the scrap
of note paper, which he handed to De-
ado' III L was SIlo NiCd.
Simon Unger-You have been bunkoed
good and proper. You stand no chance
of getting your money back, SO the best
thing you can do is to say nothing. If
you squeal you will only make yourself
a la~ughingstock for the whole commu-
nifty. Yours truly, THE THIEVES.
The sheriff studied the missive a mo-
ment with pursed up brows. "What'd
the men look like?' he questioned
keenly. 81 seen that Story with you S
afternoon, but l didn't pay no p'tic'lar
'tention to him."
well, one of 'em-that's Story-was
tall an SLIM" hesitated the old man,
with a black mustache'-
"Oh, no, paw interrupted Mabel.
"He had a brown mustache an a little
brown goatee."
"An' blue eyes," continued Simon.
Brown" corrected the girl.
AN black clo'es.'
"Blue with a thin white stripe in 'em.
l noticed particular, cause it's almost
the same goods Flo Thompson got for
her summer skirt"
"What kind of shirt, shoes, tie,
watch champ replied the sheriff.
"Oh, l don't know" replied the old
man peevishly. 81 don't take no stock
o. sech things. Sides, what good is it
all goin' to do? The thieves is gone"
But l am goin' to try an catch
them, Mr.. Unger,'' put in Dehus pa
tiently.
"You?" scornfully. ''Them fellers is
too sharp fer you, my laddybuck.
that away amt goin' to wait fur no
Methody Dimicrat to put salt on their
tails"
A twinkle of amusement flashed into
the sheriff's gray eyes as he took a
quick determination. Then, with ap-
parent unconcern, he said; "Oh, well, if
that's the way you feel about it there's
no use wastin' any more time. Come
on, Mabel. If we don't be gettin' to the
meetin', We'll be late"
The girl looked up at him in quick
surprise. Did he really intend to de-
sert her father in so grievous a plight?
His eyes were answering and question
ing ueF at the same Lule. WOulu Sic
trust him? they said. Would she share
a risk which promised success, but
which might result in failure? With
out a word she picked up her hat, and
together they started for the door.
Old Simon stood fairly aghast at this
abandonment. He had for a mo-
ment supposed that the sheriff would
take his words literally. Yet here he
was, deserving him, and not only that,
but taking off the old mans daughter
with him. Mabel" roared Unger.
you come back here. l forbid you to
go with that ~scalawag."
Dehus was assisting the girl into his
buggy. He felt her falter. PAY no
attention to him." he whispered. ITS
fur his sake t I'm takin' you along"
Turning her head, she smiled trust
ingly up at him and clambered into the
vehicle. A second later Dehus had
leaped in beside her. A sharp cut Of
the whip, a shake of the reins and his
feet footed mare was speeding down
the roadway, out under the trees which
now stood dim and ghostlike In the