Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-06-29

l never Qld that Job IN Springfield
Massachusetts. was never there In
my life. And If I've got to use the
crooks tools to beat it I'm justified
I'm living straight and I'm going to
and all the gods are with me. Red
He took a scrapbook from a drawer
and opened it. Look at that. Fol-
five years you will find clippings Of
Lee Randall when be lived in st. Paul
That MAI was my cousin. He went tC
Alaska and V came back. My
name is also Lee Randall. and l defy
Doyle to prove he ever saw me-"
Valentine. out of breath owing tc
the long speech he had delivered at
top speed. leaned back and gaZed tri
umphantly at Flanagan. The latter
stared amaZedly at the assistant cash
ler. trying to guess as to whether OF
not he was telling the truth. Well
there was a s%crapbook. That would
afford ready means of proving Valen
tines words. Red picked up the book
and swiftly skinned the pages. His
attention was held by one of the clip.
pings. He read aloud:
"St. Paul News, March II, 19OG.-Tho
speaker of the evening was Mr.. Lee
Randall. His subject was'-
Look at that other one" interrupt.
ed Valentine, pointing. See how they
join up with the day | came here.
And Avery has sen me something
that will make Mr.. Doyle's eyes blink
like an owl"
Red laughed grimly. The telephone
bell rang.
avery Did you say Avery" asked
Red.
yes" picking up the receiver.
Then to the operator: Yes. send Mr..
Cronin right in. There's a friend of
his here who wants to see him." He
looked significantly across at Red.
Flanagan glanced around the room,
then at Valentine. Say" he began,
"Im the only one here in the ROOF
except you. and l don't want to see
any Mr.. Cronin.' Don't know him.
Who is hep
Mr.. Cronin," responded Valentine,
"is the man who is going to save you
and me from going back to state pris-
on"
Valentine went on to recount to Red
how Bill Avery. after he had said
goodby to his pals in Albany. had
gone to the middle west and eventual.
ly married a sedate widow Of middle
age, whose son was III expert photog.
rapher. n who operated q large stu.
dio in st. Louis and employed men
who specialized in covering important
events for the newspapers and maya.
zines.
avery" calculated Red. Avery
working absolutely on the square|'
Yes, that's the truth. the awful
truth" laughed Valentine whimsically
But You say Bill-Bill Avery is
married?" asked Red. completely over
come at the suggestion.
Yes, it's all true, and Bill has
proved q true friend to me-to u.s.
answered Valentine.
"And he's really happy?" went or
4lCu uOuOIlllSlN. l11H 40 . hoN
a stable of FLIES spendin' his coin
He's happy with n wife?'
The assistant cashier gave vent tt
a burst of gayety at the astonishmen'
of the Waterman, who probably would
have understood the process Of refor
nation in any one but Bill Avery.
But a few minutes elapsed after Val
entine answered the telephone call be
fore the door opened, and in came
man whose iron gray hair curled be
meath the rim of his high silk hat
Glaringly bright yellow kid glove:
adorned his hands. His frock coat, o:
the latest make. was a bit worn OF
the edges. and it was for that reason
that the secondhand dealer had mads
a reduction in price to Mr.. Cronin.
The newcomer laid a handsome golt
headed Indian bamboo walking sticl
across a chair, took off his gloves an(
faced Valentine and Red.
"Mr. Randall?" he said.
Eyes, MI. Cronin."
"Cronin be bowed" cried Red. start
ing forward. TITS Bill Avery. How
about you, old pal?"
Avery, pleased at the enthusiastic
welcome and at the sight of both O.
his old friends, shook hands will
each. Then he drew back and LOOKED
from one to the other. Think of u
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