The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-07-21
What was nLanky Luke doing in

What was "Lanky Luke" doing In
the cashiers Office?
The boy had the cunning of fox.
He closed his eyes and let his head
sway forward a little. To all appear
ances he was street waif who had
drifted into the Office and fallen
asleep.
The newcomer stared at the boy
| and frowned. Then he approached
the window.
AS he did so the door again opened
and a slender young fellow entered
very quickly. He paused by the
| closed door and looked at the first
man.
The first man slightly nodded and
turned his face toward the sleeping
boy.
The second man came forward soft
ly and STOPPING so that he was hid
den from observation as he passed
the window, moved up to the door in
the partition.
The first man, with another quick
look at the boy, stepped to the win
dow.
Excuse me, gentlemen" he said.
"but want a word with Mr.. Marvin
there"
The boy opened his eyes.
He saw the cashier come forward.
| he saw the gray haired man with the
can look up, he saw the other man,
the one he called the lawyer, turn
from the high desk.
And he saw the second stranger
fumbling with the lock of the par
tition door.
"What is It you want?" the cashier
asked.
The man at the window raised his
voice. He pointed at the stout man.
"It's Mr.. Marvin, there" he said.
"It's matter of Importance. They
told me at his Office I'd find him here.
Let me have word with you, Mr..
Marvin"
The stout man came closer.
The boy saw the man at the parti-
tion door push 1t open and disappear
inside.
But my name isn't Marvin" said
the stout man.
ut isn't?" cried the stranger.
"That's very strange. They described
you to me. It's j. H. Marvin want"
The boy saw the little man reap
pear through the partition doorway
and softly close the door behind him.
There was someting bulging under
his coat.
"That isn't my name," said the
stout man.
STOPPING low the little man was on
his way to the outer door.
"Sorry to bother you," said the
man at the window. Good day."
There was a sudden crash and
wild Shrek.
The boy had risen and flung HIM
self at the legs of the smaller man.
"Robbers!" he screamed. "Help,
help!"
The little man, surprised by the
sudden shock and hobbled by those
wiry arms, had fallen heavily. The
canvas bag slipped from his grasp
and slid ahead of the fallen man.
The boy sprang up and flung himself
on the treasure.
"Quick, Bob!" gasped the man at
the outer door.
The little man sprang at the boy
fiercely and drew him up and tried to
wrest the bag from him. But the
grimy hand held fast to it, The eel
like body twisted and squirmed, the
sturdy legs kicked savagely.
With a wild oath the little man
flung the boy against the partition
and ran after his waiting confederate.
When Solly opened his eyes again
he was lying on the lounge in the in
ner Office. The cashier was kneeling
beside him holding wet towel to his
aching head. The gray haired man
was there, and the stout man, and at
the door stood a police officer.
And they were all looking at him.
Then he saw the canvas bag on the
| floor beside him-they had just drawn
it from his firm grasp-and feeble
smile played among the freckles.
His gaze met the cashiers and he
tried to nod, and the effort made him
gasp. But he reached out a grimy
hand, bruised and bleeding hand.
"Guess it's time to shake again,
amt it, George?" he family asked.