Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1906-01-04
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by .. rLErcHrR ROBINSON
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DOWNRIGHT 20. " JssspA y soviss,
eft was q good many years ago. gsn-
tlemen," said our millionaire host.
There was q man-we will call him
Jack sabin-who was q bank clerk.
He was a tall thin fellow with neat
brown mustache. He had o good
natured way with him that made him
very popular In the once and out OF
Il. Jack had q fair voice. too. and his
singing brought him friends.
when Jack sabln got married-she
was q pretty little typewriter. and his
friends thought he might have done
bstter-he went 10 live outside the
city. -.
zone December evening Jack Sabin
was standing on the platform. waiting
for the six o'clock local. when ne saw
his bank manager coming toward him.
The manager beckoned him out OF the
crowd into Q quiet corner.
80 am going west tonight on the
six ten said the manager. I had Just
left my house, when met Rube Alden.
Rube had q lot OF money on him-some
IS 900 in gold and notes. He had been
TO the bank, found II closed and 30
came ON to see me. He refused to go
home without passing the stun over
and I didn't like to make trouble about
Il. I have Il with me now. but ! can't
20 travelling around with q bagful OF
dollars that don't belong to me.
want you to take care OF II tonight.
You can pay It in tomorrow morning
when the bank opens"
"'Yes, sir said sabin.
with which the old man handed
over the canvas bag. The clerk tied
II around his waist. buttoning MS
ulster over It.
at had struck six while they were
talking, and Sabin's train was gone
Il was nigh upon so minutes past his
usual time when he knocked at his
door.
His wife noticed he was troubled
over something. and during supper she
began to question him about It. Then
he came out with the whole story
They had Q conference together a. to
where was the best place to hide the
money, and finally decided that they
would stow Il under her dresses In the
bedroom. They did this together.
1T was close upon half-past eight
when there came o knock at the door
Sabin answered It, to ind telegraph
boy on the porch, shaking the snow
on him. The telegram ran like this:
Must see you tonight. Urgent.
wallace
wallace was the name ! will give
TO the president of Sabin's bank
"The husband and wife stood staring
at each other across that telegram
"'Well, Maisie? said he.
You must 60, dear. she told him.
HE agreed. He ran upstairs and
came down with his revolver. which
he gave tC her. She was to sit In the
bedroom with the outer door locked
and the shutters barred. Under no cir.
cumstances was she to admit anyone.
Mrs. Sabin locked the door, put the
key in her pocket and walked upstairs
to her bedroom.
'.She sat by ths stove. with the lamp
at her elbow. trying to read: but she
might have been holding the book up
side down for all the sense she got out
Of II.
about half an hour had gone by
she had brought the clock from the
oarlor and studied every move Of the
minute hand-when there came q
knock ct the outside door. o loud rat,
tat, tat, with the end Of . stick. o. II
some one was In hurry.
Mrs. Sabin crouched down, trem-
bling and listening, like hunted beast
and then, In sudden resolution. ran to
the window. She pulled the blind two
inches.
what do you want?" she asked.
"A man turned and stared at her.
Gaunt. desperate. starving-that is
about what he seemed.
"'Let me In
"T shall do nothing Of the sort. ]
have q revolver here. II you do not
20 away I shall fire.'
He laughed like Q soul In torment.
rocking his body to and fro. I hRve
been tramping It through the storm
since sundown,' he said. I am as near
dead now a Q man can be; frozen and
starved. For the love Of charity. let
me in out Of this
"'There are other houses q mile
down the road she said, with . new
suspicion ct his perseverance. Why
don't you 60 there?'
"For answer he lifted his arms to
her with Q pitiful gesture. I'm beat.
he said. II you do not let me In ]
shall die at your door
a'Thsn de- she spid, shutting the
window.
'Ten, Is minutes went By without q
sound save the moaning Of the gale,
She peeped around the blind once more.
Before the door was black smudge
in the soft carpet Of the snow. It was
the body Of the tramp. Had he told
the truth, after ALI Was she indeed
refusing q refuge to the dyingf
''ehe opened the window with