Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1907-08-16

The coachmnn then rose and sloull
leaned across the table.
the delta between the bridge and ST
Paul's. Here lie slackened q little
for the stony, many Widowed ravines
were so narrow and so crowded that
1t was impossible to continue running
But he threw up his heels the instau.
he emerged on Ludgate hill. tearing
heller SHELTER In the middle of the road
He was nearly run over by van
coming out Of Paternoster row and
cursed to the skies by the driver
Faces stopped and turned upon the
pavements. He knew the folly Of It,
and yet ran ON with q fiend In either
heel.
Bank. bank! Ere you are. sir
ere you are!'
Tom was almost up to the omnibus
before he realized that this was mean,
for him. Instinctively he waved and
nodded, and his mad pace was ex
planned. The omnibus stopped; he
jumped In. gasping.
Thought you was after me-" said
the cad. with grin.
Tom had no breath to reply. A ru
bicund old gentleman made n vel
meant remark upon the eagerness Of
youth and was favored with a CLASSY
stare. The newcomer sat painting In
corner, the perspiration trickling
from his nose.
But his head was cooler. He saw
the needlessness as we'll as the indiS-
cretiOn Of conspicuous flight. He had
slipped through the only hands that
We're as yet against him. He had
eluded the only eyes he need avoid that
night. for the hackney coachman might
take his new tale straight to Scotland
Yard, but 1t could hardly be given to
the world before morning.
Toms heart leaped as he discovered
the temporary strength of his position.
Next moment 1t sank, for the cad was
| collecting the fares, and his single as
set was the watch. His bankrupt state
had occurred to Tom rs he ran for the
omnibus, but not again. 1t was so
small thing compared with the charge
now lying at his door. Yet he had Just
thought of it-his little fraud was SO
far deliberate-but he had neither the
face nor the fOolhardiness to sit there
and confess his fault And, situated
like the wanted felOn he now felt him.
self to be. 1t was wonderful and hOr-
| rible how felon's resources came I'M
hidden to his fingers ends. He began
feeling In pocket after pocket, with q
face that heightened under the frown
Of the cad, the raised eyebrows Of the
rubicund gentleman and the fixed at.
tention Of all.
I'm afraid IL don't seem to have
a coin in my pOcket"
"Oh, you 'aven't. 'aven't your
mo, have not! I'm very sorry
r.
you may be! Never mind no tales.
You can keep them for the beak ASH
ave n word to say to you tomorrer
mornin'w And the cad winked ut the
other passengers, stopped the omni-
bus and called a policeman from the
curb.
Tom could have burst into tears. To
be wrongly wanted for a crime so ter
rible and justly taken for q thing so
small! He looked forlornly at his fell
low passengers. with q wild idea that
one might come to his rescue. The
sole response was whitening frown
from the ruddy old gentleman, who
also commended the cad and loudly
trusted an example would be made of
the case. The desperate Tom began
ransacking his pockets in earnest for
some overlooked coin, but he had done
this 80 often Of late that he felt the
futility now. The Precipitation froze
upon his face, yet even with the police
mans tall hat poked inside the omni.
bus his twitching fingers continued
their spasmodic. hopeless search.
THE flash young spark" whispered
the cad. Just You frighten I'm. Sir