Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1908-11-05

we're at least four thousand men
crowding and paShing one another in
the pool room.
There were Gree men among the
1000 who were litally interested in
each others movements, bnG it was
aot until they came in FROM the e
1nd heat that MT. William Lyman
address not found in the directory
discovered ]. BROMLEY of the San
Francisco detective force standing be-
fore the boards, well in front of the
crowds and apparently studying the
odds with thoughtful eye. 1t occurred
10 Mr.. Lyman that ]. Brownley's other
eye was keeping watch on the real
exita.
M. Lyman melted away into the
crowd like fog before the sunshine, be-
ing by nature ever modest and retiring
when an official appeared on the land
scape. He wriggled his way back I'M
Ill he sighted his friend and co-part-
ler, Mr.. Collins, and retired with him
IRON the range of inquisitive ears.
Mickey" he mumbled cautiously,
We're pinched."
"Hell!" observed Mr.. Collins pro-
tanely, staring around him in an I'M
pleasantly suspicious manner.
Sure thing. Brownley's up in
front. He's done up something great,
but you can't fool me on BROMLEY.
It's him sure"
Mr.. Collins expressed a desire that
the immortal part of J. Brownley
might be subjected to a roasting pro-
cess for an indefinite futurity. Under
stress of emotion, Mr.. Collins was apt
10 be vituperative.
He's follered us all the way from
Frisco" he grumbled wrathfully, a
three times this month we've just got
off with our necks. The only way to
get rid of BROMLEY is to kill him"
And have the whole U. S. know we
did it? Not on your tin-type, Mickey.
| don't throw my head away like that,
Never kill a nan unless you have to.
S'pose you sneak around front and see
If the roads clear for a break"
Mr.. Collins worked his way swiftly
back to the front entrances and casu-
ally looked out. One would have said
that he was enjoying the beauty of the
cloudless sky, so innocently distant
and distracted was his gaze; certainly
no one would have suspected that he
saw two men look quickly at him and
away.
The two men outside looked at one
2aother, and moved closer. They were
IL no hurry. J.. Brownley's orders
were that unless these two shy birds
could be captured together at the
track, they were to be quietly and eau
tiously followed to their lairs, and
there invited to take up their resi-
lence in the nearest police station.
The reasons why Messrs. Lyman
and Collins were so greatly in demand
were numerous and interesting. These
were versatile gentlemen, and if one
vocation proved irksome or Vphealth-
full from the legal point of view, they
could always pass on to another. They
found it convenient to change their
occupation frequently, as well as their
post office address; it diverted the Of
fetal mind, and kept it guessing,
Mr.. Collins found his partner in a
Gaarvelously short time; he was used
TO it. He shook his head a trifie,
which meant that their immediate flu
ture was not of an encouraging nature.
Mr.. Lyman thrust out his under lip In
token of his displeasure, as they edged
away from their nearest neighbors.
"If we run for it when the crowd
goes out to the track, there'll be q
million smart Alexis ready to help
'em catch us" he unused discomfort.
eddy. Il think they mean to catch us
here If they can, or track us down to
a good place and nab us. But they
don't know that we're onto EN-. Well
fool EN-. We might raise a big row
Mickey, and light out in the racket
Well stampede the crowd. that's it!'
Mr.. Lyman radiated good nature
again, as he thought of the mischief
at his command.
"Fire?" queried Mr.. Collins dubi
ously.
MN, no, Mickey; that's an ole
gag. Wen do somethin' original
Brownley's in front of the whole
bunch-awful reckless to stand in
front of a crowd-the other chaps are
back of it, and We'll keep about three
quarters back, and save our shins
while we lose the other fellows. Chase
Mickey; it's most time for the start
Mr.. Cabins was not a man of many
words, but his little eyes twinkled as
Mr.. Lyman hastily told him what tt
do. He wriggled swiftly away, los
himself In the thickest of the Grove
and managed to get his brown derby
knocked off. When he came up from
searching for it in the press, severa
feet from where he had been, he haC
In his hand a large and rakish ligh'
felt, which he tilted well over one
eye. He was now ready for business
and IL there were any investigating
gentlemen craning their necks to Sc,
a man in a brown derby, they missed
him.
Then Lyman caught Collins ey,
over the heads of a dozen or NOR,
men, and pulled out a huge roll Of bill
which ran into the thousands, f1utter
ing them over with the air Of a mai
who has plenty more, and will risl
the whole business with all the pleas
ure in the world. He turned his bacl
deliberately upon Collins, who edge
his ~ey toward him, watching hin
with sharp but furtive eyes.
A swift hand shot toward the roll o
bills, bit Lyman was ready for it. Hi
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