The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-01-13


 passing 1t to the farmer; they're just | alike. We used to do lot of this
 work for the Government at Wash
 ington, an dthey haven't sent for the plates"
 you don't sayy' returned the Dea-
 con- Tim gosh blamed glad to know how you do 1t. It was kind of fear full you might ha' made em yourselves.
 They're all right, Mir Lowering Here's the Ave hundred, Just AS got 1t out of the bank Give me two thousand of
 yours an I'll git back to the hotel an go to bed"
 Lowering folded the bills and slipped them into his pocket. and the Nofnan counted out nincty-sig from her pile, which she passed to the farmer. He had followed her count loosely, and. adding the two he held. he folded them Into the wallet and replaced 1t in his pocket.
 wish I'd brought down some more money" he continued, fumbled in his vest pocket. "Phaps can find ten or fifteen dollars more. You wouidnt mind tradin' for what I've got on tho same terms, would you, Mfr. Lover tng?'
 want now while you're here We may not be here long. and you might have trouble finding us again" Deacon Drury again drew the leather wallet from his pocket and produced | another roll of blIis. which. with those
 he carried in his vest, amounted to forty-three dollars, This he handed to his companion. ss5s.. con, before you buy 'em," said Lover l Ing.
 The Deacon's eyes gleamed as he saw | the crisp new bills, and his fingers | twitched to close upon them Returning him the three dollars the latter said. You keep this for change | Deacon. so you won't have to break a
 big bill on the cars, and I'll call this | forty-five Julie. give the Deacon a | hundred and eighty more.' Nine more of the crisp new twenties | were counted out and added to the farmers roll He heaved a sigh of l regret as he prepared to go. Il reckon this Is the ibggest days work I ever done" said he. You've | sure you're satisfied. be yer. Mfr. Lover
 ingt didn't want to rob you or be | too Eraspln', yer know" | "A trades a trade, Deacon; you're | welcome to what you've got, and I'm | glad you're pleased with the transac- | ton. I'll see you started right. You'll
 have to wear the goggles again when l we get down on the street" said Low | ering.. Don't want to hurt your eyes, Deacon" He replaced the pistol in
 his pocket and moved toward the door.
 Although he had apparently not mo-
 ticed 1t, the deacon was keenly alive | to the fact that he had been closely | watched by one or more of the trio l from the moment of his entrance. He
 also noticed that they managed to keep | him between them during the entire | transaction.
 | He was now standing by the table in l the middle of the living room with the | door at his right and the bedroom and Kitchen at his left. The woman stood | by the door to unbar 1t. and Lowering | close beside her She had unlocked the door, and her hand was on the bar. As | he moved from the farther side of the
 table the Deacon heard the bar slip | back, and with a yell. throwing off
 all attempt at further disguise, Jack
 Brainerd sprahg toward the kitchen,
 revolver in hand.
 | The printer reached quickly for his
 pistol but the detective sent bullet crashing through his forearm before
 he could fire.
 "Rush 'em, boys" Brainerd yelled "I've covered the fire escape" But l even as he spoke the work was on. At
 his first yell three brawny detectives
 in the guise of Italian laborers had
 rushed Into the room. The fight was
 short, but desperate. The prisoners
 struggled hercely but without avail
 The odds were against them from the
 start, and Brainerd had made another | record capture.
 It was early morning when Jack
 Brainerd returned to his Harlem quar- | ters Deacon Amos Drury was wait
 ing for him, Q very abject man. 1 ! Don't you ever forget. you miser-
 able ola reprobate." said Brainerd.
 when the old man left for home, that
 you're just as guilty as if you'd made
 the deal as you intended to. You know
 you're a hypocrite, and if 1t weren
 for your wife and daughter, I'd see to
 if that everybody in Pptneyviile knew l t+ too Good-by fl"