The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1911-06-01


l4lDans avery had Deen making heroic
efforts to live con the square"
The three years that had elapsed
since No. 1850 had advanced Avery.
long 'yeggman'' Of the most tlesper.
ate type. the price of a railroad ticket
had made revolutionary transforma.
ton in him. Today he was married
had growing business and had per.
formed for Valentine service that
was to render the vengeful efforts OF
George Doyle much more difficult and
somewhat less effective than the de.
tective would relish should he ever
learn the truth.
Avery had been in communication
with Valentine on various occasions in
secret manner. So carefully conceal.
ed. In fact. had been his moves that
not even Red Flanagan had obtained.
the slightest knowledge of them.
True. Red was aware that Valentine
had received various puzzling COM
munications from one "Mr. Cronin,"
but how was Red TO know that Mr..
Cronin was Bill Avery unless the as.
sistant cashier was pleased so TO In
form him. which he was not?
AT first Valentine had had the belief
that some friend was responsible for
the sending of the warning telegram
but now that he more calmly con.
sidered the matter he dismissed that
thought. Another idea fixed itself in
his brain. which would cause him to
| govern his actions accordingly in the
face of the danger that he wisely ac-
knowledged to himself to be vitality
alarming. At any cost he must prevent
Doyle from turning Rose Lane and her
father against him. They had trusted
him-they alone-in the first instance,
and so it would be wit against wit to
defeat Doyle and, IL need be, life
against life.
The minutes passed. What could
be the matter with the clerk or with
Red? Had the Waterman, too, receiv-
ed a warning? And if so had he fol,
lowed the impulse that had first come
to Jimmy Valentine, to fee-the
time honored resource of the crook
the time honored confession of the
crook, flight? No; Red would not de
sert Jimmy Valentine in an emergency
like this for
A voice was heard outside in the
vault room: "Al right, Kitty. III
play some more with you in a few
minutes. Mr.. Randall wants me-" 1t
was the voice of Red Flanagan ad-
dressed to the little girl. whom he
daily gave ''piggyback" rides. at the
daily hazard of his situation.
The door swung open, and Red stood
before the assistant cashier. But not
even his old mother. If she had been
alive, would have recognized him.
Hair as red as ever it was, eyes as
blue and smile equally as innocent as
that which had misled half dozen
sternly inclined judges in the court of
special sessions in years gone, yet the
figure that appeared was. and at the
| SttAAS SAAAS ~ was nut lllilL VI lieu
Flanagan, whose photograph adorned
not less than five rogues' galleries.
The uniform-that was it The blue
gray coat and trousers, loosely fitted.
and the peaked cap, bearing in gold
letters Waterman" were the actual
causes of his transformation. so far
MS outward indications were concern.
ed. AS for the inward changes-thosc
quite hidden from the human eye
well, there were but two persons who
could describe how they had come
about Those two persons were Red
Flanagan and Jimmy Valentine.
Red stood before the assistant cash
Ter and doffed his imposing watch
mans cap.
want me, Randall" he asked.
Yes" He looked away from Red,
unwilling to break TO him the news
that Doyle was on their track.