The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1909-10-29
Pringle Joins the Goat Club
By H. Upton STICK
Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Coz

OF his glasses. Wont you be seated?
Yes-there! Now, what is this awk-
ward predicament you speak of"
Really, I'm afraid you'll think I'm
awfully bold, sir"
mot at all, no at al" he treasured.
II am entirely at your service"
Thank you. It's just this: MI.
Jackson gave me my check for the
the money tonight. The banks are
all closed and l don't know what I'm
going to do. l thought perhaps-per-
haps you, Mr.. Pringle, would cash the
the check for me-" Again that daz.
zling smile was turned full upon him.
Hin. M" grunted Pringle, his head
bobbing like a wave-tossed cork, may
I see the check, please?"
The folded something, clutched in
her slender hand, was unfolded and
passed over. It was all very plain
n proper; made to the order of Va
llta Madge, with Jackson's bold flour.
lsh at the bottom. The amount was
one hundred dollars! Jackson al
ways was liberal in the matter of sal.
airy.
Hmm" grunted Pringle again, no.
ting the check was drawn on the First
National, Jackson's bank, 81 guess I
can fix o out all right. Kindly en-
dorse it over to me, Miss Madge,"
turning to the desk and linking a pen.
She did so, quickly, in a neat FEM
mime hand that smacked of business
college training, while PringIe man
ipulated the safe and took out one
hundred dollars in crisp bills.
ooh, I'm so much obliged, Mr.. Prin-
gle," she cried. her dark eyes glow
ing %radiantly. II don't know what 1
would have done if you had refused to
help me. Thank you a thousand
times"
Not at all, not at ALL" he beamed,
handing her the bills which she folded
in a feminine wad to be later secreted
far from the prying eyes of mortal
| men. Very glad to help in any way,
I'm sure"
Thank you again, Mr.. Pringle.
G~ood-by!" She turned and tripped
quietly from the Office, followed by the
admiring, short-sighted gaze
by George" he muttered, slipping
the check into his wallet. she's a
pipin! Lucky dog, Jackson, to have
her for a stenographer," thinking of
his own red haired, -freckle-faced
FOUNDER (Mrs. Pringle's choice, by the
way) "Oh, well, he's a bachelor"
He stared from the window a mo-
ment, then locked his desk, got into
his coat and hurried out. The de-
scending elevator found him whistling
a snatch of the popular 81 Love My
Wife, But Oh You Kid"
John" said Mrs. Pringle determin.
edly, as they were finishing dinner
that evening, II want to read you that
warning to every business man, and I
fail to see how you are in any way
wiser than the general run"
Very well, my dear, read it by all
MEANS" he retorted testify.
This is what she read:
"'WARNING TO BUSINESS MENU"
eff a dark haired, dark eyed, neat
and pretty girl trips into your Office
after the clerks are gone, calls you
by name, says she is in an awkward
predicament, that she is employed by
So-and-So across the hall, that she has
a check for her salary, that the banks
are closed, that she needs the money
right away and winds up by asking
you to cash it for her, Don't Do It!
1.-The woman is Molly Devoe, a not
ed crook and forger of St. Louis, who
is now working in this city under a
score of aliases. The game she plays
is very smooth, and the victim usu.
ally suspects nothing until he presents
the check at the bank. Then the fu
commences.
1.-THE oma is known to have
been operating here for at least two
weeks, and the police have been un-
able to trace her. A strong drag-net
has been thrown out and her appre.
hension is expected hourly. A dozen
prominent business men have al.
ready been swindled, and every pre-.
caution should be taken to see that
no more are added to the list"
A stunned expression had crept into
Pringle's face as his wife read, and
when she finished he arose quietly
and stepped to the CRATE, removing
something from his wallet.
Mrs. Pringle stared in amazement
as he slowly shredded the p ,per and
jerked the bits savagely Into the
flames.
"Why John!" she gasped, wasn't
that a check?"
He turned a pair of blinking orbs
upon her, then waggled his head.
"Oh, no, my dear" he gurgled thick.
ly, nothing of the sort. 1t was simp-
ly a little written form 1 got to-day,
telling me I had been elected an hon.
orary member of the Goat Club, that's
ALI"