The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1905-01-06

the crime was discovered. Prescott
was a brave man, but he agreed with
Curtis argument that the monsy
would do him little good if he were to
be shot for refusing it.
Marion gave one more curious glance
at the pair and turned toward the
vault. In moment she reappeared.
"Oh, Bert" she called, will you please
come here and help me to move this
box?"
Howard went to her aid, while Cur
tbs fidgeted about, urging Prescott to
make haste. There was small danger OF
interruption from a customer or from
Tony, who lunched at that hour, but
being a skillful workman he liked to
see job done expeditiously.
In couple Of minutes the pair re-
turned. Marion carried a package OF
bills, while Howard swung a bag COW
cred with wax seals.
Il shall have to give you some gold"
said Marion sWeetly, as she tumbled
the bills on the shelf beneath the win
dow of her cage and prepared to count.
You see, we keep most of cur re-
serve on deposit in town and for local
use we have mostly small bills"
Gold will do" responded Curtis
amiably. Il am not particular, though
of course the large bills are easier
to handle"
Howard came around the corner
with the gold but before Curtis could
grasp the bag of coins it descended
upon his head with force sufficient to
knock his heavy felt hat over his eyes
and stun him before the ready pistol
in his coat pocket could be fred.
Ten minutes later. under the reviv-
ing influence of ice water applied ex-
ternally and brandy in internal appli-
cations, Curtis woke up. Howard stood
over him, completing the work of Sc
curing him with rope.
you will pardon me. Mr.. Curtis"
he said, blandly, "for not recognizing
you more quickly, but you see the slip
sent out by the Bank of Tacoma gave
your name as Peters, aliasMauvel, and
other names. In fact, Miss Prescott
,
would't hang Miss Prescott" he con-
tinued, as he caught the muttered ex'
clamation. You know the proverb
about courses and chickens roosting
| home. There is that little matter of
killing the president and the cashier
of the First National of Caswell-"
He turned to greet the sole peace Off
Ger Of which the town boosted.
That's him!" shouted Tony, from
the rear.
81 saw him walk up and hit him over
the head"
Constable Post looked about awk-
! wardly. I'm afraid there's some mis-
take" he growled.
You didn't tell me it was Mr.. How
ard you wanted arrested"
Arrest Howard" shouted Prescott.
why, he's just knocked out one Of
the slickest bank thieves in the coun-
try, and saved my life as well. Dwight,
you get out of here, you miserable
little sneak. Bert, I'll double the re-
ward the Bank of Tacoma offers, and
II yon and Marion can't worry along on
that and your salary you don't de-
serve to get married. Post, you take
this fellow over to the lookup and
! give him a headache powder l guess
he needs it alter that clip Bert, gave
him. I'm going to the telegraph office.
Bert, you and Marion stay here and
fix things up"
From his glance one could not tell
whether he meant the disordered Office
or more important matters. But Bert
and Marion knew, or at least they
used their own udgment.-Henry Win
throp, in San Francisco Call.
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