The Stanford interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1911-1912, 1911-06-09
Continued from last week

Continued from last week
Valentine and Avery laughed in their
superior knowledge
mo. no." protested Valentine, this
photograph proves was at a ban
quet in st. Paul. I'll beat Doyle and
Ill make him like it,"
You can't" was Avery's pessimis.
tic comment
You said we couldn't go square.
any of us. and we all have" was Val
entine's rejoinder. "And If we can
beat the thing inside OF us that calls
we can beat one man that hunts
A clerk knocked at the door and en-
tered TO ascertain IL he should now
bring in a trayful of cash which Val
entine was to count. He was ordered
to do so at once. and Avery's face be-
came a study as the young man soon
re-entered with a tray on which new
banknotes Of large denominations were
piled among glistening rows Of gold
coin.
Great snakes, what a chanceir ex-
claimed the one time thief. looking
from Valentine to the Waterman.
This is no place for me. oh, just for
one grab and the quick getaway"
He mopped his wrinkled brow. I'm
sweating like a polar bear on the
Fourth Of July"
Haven't got II out of your blood
yet, ehT asked Valentine.
"Not the craving for real money.
learned to let the wheat in the grain
elevator alone after a month or two,
but coarse money like that-wowr'
The old man stared fascinatedly at
the enticing tray.
well, we watched each other for
awhile" commented Red. pointing to
his chief.
"And amt neither Of you ever
snatched even one bundlef" asked
Avery incredulously.
mo"
"Well, you better get me out Of
here. I'm going TO have lockjaw In
both hands In a minute" He reached
for his hat and stick.
mo. you're not" put in Valentine.
Come On, Red be said. walking to
the vault room door. I'm going to
prove to Bill that he's honest. He's
going to watch that money I'LL we
come back"
Avery cried out In protest. but Red
followed his superior. and the time
worn thief. who had confessed to his
friends the weakness that he we'll
knew yet lurked within him. was left
alone In the banking office before a
tray containing $4,000 In cash. With.
in reach was the door leading into the
open hallway through which II was
but q few seconds dash to the busy
street where man would Immediate
ly be lost to view in the passing
throng.
tits a dirty trick" muttered the old
man. starting after the others. A shaft
Of yellow light reflected from one Of
the golden coins caught his eye. drove
into his very brain. into the thin red
blood that coursed through his hard
ening veins. He stopped. He turned
full around and slowly. with hands
eagerly outstretched. tiptoed back to
the table bearing the precious burden.
His brows narrowed down over his
pale gray eyes, his fingers. long talons
In their curved ixedness. began to
nervously twitch. Then Avery jerked
himself away Of a sudden. He straight
ened himself up and started toward the
vault room door TO summon Valentine.
But even as he did SO his glance roved
back to the alluring tray. He was
drawn to It as the nerveless rabbit
that succumbs to the insidious charm
Of the oscillating head Of the hungry
python.
He stepped TO the tray. He seized
two packages Of hundred dollar bills,
thrust them into his pockets. then
two more. The fever had
him. His eyes shone with the fire of |
gone days and gone nights. His poi
soned blood sang through his veins.
Then he stopped once more. He raised
bis head.
And have the coppers after me