New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1912-07-31

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marjorie leaned nearer, ana sp0Ke
In low tone with an amiable smile:
THAT lady who wanted to kiss you
has q bracelet up her sleeve"
The r0bber stared across his mask,
and wondered. but laughed, and
grunted: Much obliged" Then he
went back; and tapped Kathleen on
the shoulder. When she turned round,
In the hope that he had reconsidered
his refusal to make the trade, he in
furiated her by growing: Excuse
me. miss, l overlooked bet"
He ran his hand along her arm, and
found her bracelet, and accomplished
what Mallory had failed in, its re-
moval.
Don't, DON'T" cried Kathleen. Its
wished on"
II wish 1t or" the villain laughed,
and 1t Joined the growing heap In the
feed-bag. ..
Kathleen, doubly enraged. broke
out viciously: you're q common,
sneaking-"
"Ah, turn round!" tho man roared,
and she obeyed In silence.
Then he explored, Mrs. Whitcomb,
but with such small reward that he
said: Say, you'd oughter have .
pocketbook somewhere. Where's it
atr' ~
Nrs. Whitcomb blushed furiously:
~Nons Of your business, you low
brute" %~.
'Perdooce. madame" the scoundrel
saorted, ''perdooce the purse, or III
hunt for It myself"
Mrs.. Whitcomb turned away, and
after some Management Of her skirts,
slapped her handbag into the eager
palm with wrathful: you're no gen
tloman, sir!" ~.
III was. I'd be in Wan street" no
laughed. Nov you can turn round"
And when she turned. he saw bit
q chain depending from her back
hair. He tugged. and brought away
tho locket, and then proceeded to
sound Ashton for hidden wealth.
And now Mrs. Temple began to sob.
- she parted with an old.fashioned
brooch and two old-fashioned rings
that had been her little vanities for
The quarter OF Q century and more.
Tho old clergyman could have wept
with her at the vandalism. He turned
On the wretch with q heartSick I'D.
zeal: u
b. Cant you spare thoss?s Didn't you
evef have q mother?'
Tho robber started. his fierce eyes
0oftened, his voice choked, and he
gulped hard a. he drew tho back Of
bis hand across his eyes.
"Aw. hell" hs whimpered. that
amt fair. If you're goin' to remind
me of me poor old mo-mo-mother-"
But the one called Jake-the CLAUDE
Duval who had been prevented from
q display of human sentiment, did not
intend to be cheated. He Numbered:
stop 1t, Bill. You tend strictly to
business. or I'll blow your mush-bowl
Oh. You know your Nav died before
you was born"
This reminder sobered the weeping
thief at once, and he went back to
work ruthlessly. "Oh, all right, Jake.
6orry, ma'am. but business is bust
ness" And he dumped Mrs. Temples
trinkets into the satchel. 1t was too
much for the little old lady's little
old husband. He fairly shrieked: !
young man, you're . damned
0coundrel, and the best argument ]
ever saw for hell-nre!"
! Mrs. Temples grief changed 70 hor
eor at such bolt from tho blue:
sWalter!" rshe easped, such Ian
sguage!"
But her husband answered IN sell.
s0s6enss: Even Q minister has rigns
10 swear once In his lifetime" =
Mallory almost dropped IN biz
tracks, and Marjorie keslsd over on
him, 10 he gasped: Good Lord. DR..
Temple, you are "a Minister
"Yes, my boy" the old man con-
eossed, glad that the robbers had re-
neved him Of his guilty secret along
With the rest Of his private properties.
Mallory looked ct the collapsing Mar
sorie and groaned: And he WAS In
The next berth Ill this time!"
Tho unmasking Of the old fraud
made . second sensation. Mrs. Fos.
dick called from far down the aisle:
Or. Temple. you're not q sdetective?
Mrs. Temple shouted back furious
n: "How dare your"
But Mrs. Fosdick was crying to her
luscious-eyed nate "Oh. Arthur, he's
not a detective. Embrace mel"
And they embraced, while the rob-
bers looked on aghast at the sudden
oblivion they had fallen into. They
focused the attention on themselves
again, however, with a ferocious:
SHere hands mn" Rut they did not