The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-01-13

possessed with a feverish afixiety to end the business and secure the booty | he so much coveted. 1t was with ap- l parent dihiculty that he restrained his impatience as the train bore them downward toward the Battery. and 1t was dark when, arriving at the Rector street station. his companion rose. and together they made their way to tho | street.
 Almost immediately they were in the heart of a populous tenement district peopled mainly by Italians. Doorways l were filled with laughing. chatterinG girls and women, and the sidewalks alive with toddling children in varying | degrees of nudity. Tired and dirty la borers were still coming home from work in distant sections of the city, and among them the Deacon again caught sight of the three who had boarded the | train at Forty-second street. All the life of the colony seemed. however. to be concentrated in the blocks about tho station. and in a few moments they had left 1t behind
 As they turned down a side street | Lowering passed his companion a pair of close-iitting black goggles. Put these on and take my arm," he said. What you don't see won't worry either of us later"
 After walking several blocks they halted. and Lowering opened a door in- to 8 dark, narrow hall, next to a sa- loon. For the first time that evening Lovering's visitor showed signs of fear. He had entered the hali and removed his goggles. Lowering stood beside him with his hand on the door
 Gosh. maul Yer don't think I'm a. goin' up them stairs. do you? I'm scared stiff"
 That's just as you choose, Deacon. But you don't get the stuff unless you go up after 1t. There's a hundred bran new twenty dollar bills up there waiting, for you to turn over the col. lateral" replied Lowering.
 A drunken Italian. with dinner pail and pick. staggered past the door and entered the saloon from which occa- sional voices could bc heard.
 Drury took q long breath and, with out replying, turned and felt his way to the stairs. His companion closed the door and followed. He lighted a match. and they groped their way to the top of the house. At the head of the last flight Lowering knocked, and after a short. whispered conversation, the door was opened by handsome woman of 25 or 2S, who closed and barred 1t as soon as they were within.
 They were in the living room of @ cheaply furnished tenement. There was a bedroom. and beyond a kitchen. in which a light was burning brightly. A man of light complexion and middle | age was working at a printing press |.
 Dave. it ain't safe" said the girl .. We'll have to pack up again right smart If you don't stop bringing your customers here. It's all right to sell the goods. but mighty risky to dellvey 'em on the premises"
 Let up on your croaking, Julia, and bring In the chromos. We'll soon have his trousers pocket and brought forth | the job finished" retorted Lowering whats the color of your money, Dea- | con9"
 As the old farmer reached down into his leather wallet he noticed that both Lowering and the man in the other room were watching him keenly and follow ing his every motion. The latter had stopped in his work and held some- thing, partly covered by his apron. in his right hand. Lowering meantime pulled a revolver from his pocket and laid 1t on the table.
 The old mans hands shook as he orened the wallet and produced a package of bills with a bank wrapper marked $500 pinned around 1t. The woman handed him a couple of bright new twenties from the pile.
 "Compare 'em with this, Deacon. continued Lowering pulling q soiled twenty dollar bill from his pocket and