The Prescott daily news., 1912-05-10


 in the hope that he had reconsidered his refusal to make the trade, he in furiated her by growing: Excuse me, miss, I overlooked a 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.''
 T wish 1t off," the villain laughed, and it joined the growing heap in the feed-bag
 Kathleen, doubly enraged, broke out viciously: You're a common, sneaking-''
 "Ah, turn round!" the 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 atY"
 Mrs. Whitcomb blushed furiously: "None of your business. you low brute"
 "Perdooce. madame," the scoundrel snorted, 'perdooce the purse, or I'll hunt for 1t myself"
 Mrs. Whitcomb turned away, and after some management of her skirts, slapped her handbag into the eager palm with a wrathful: You're no gen. tleman, sir!"
 If I was, I'd be In Wall street." he laughed. Now you can turn round" And when she turned, he saw a bit of chain depending from her back hair. He tugged, and brought away the locket, and then proceeded to sound Ashton for hidden wealth.
 And now Mrs. Temple began to sob, as she parted with an old-fashioned brooch and two old-fashioned rings that had been her little vanities for the quarter of century and more. The old clergyman could have wept with her at the vandalism. He turned on the wretch with a heartsick ap- peal:
 Cant you spare those? Didn't you ever have q mother?"
 The robber started, his fierce eyes softened, his voice choked, and he gulped hard as he drew the back of his hand across his eyes.
 "Aw, he'll" he whimpered, that ant 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 display of human sentiment, did not intend to be cheated. He thundered: Stop 1t, Bill. You tend strictly to business, or I'll blow your mush-bowl off. 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. Sorry, ma'am. but business is busi- ness" And he dumped Mrs. Temples trtnkets into the satchel. It was too much for the little old lady's little old husband. He fairly shrieked:
 Young man, you're damned scoundrel, and the best argument l ever saw for hell-fire!"
 Mrs. Temples grief changed to hor- TOT at such a bolt from the blue: "Walter!" she gasped. such lan- guagel"
 But her husband answered in self defense Even minister has right to swear once in his lifetime"
 Mallory almost dropped in his tracks. and Marjorie keeled over on him, as he gasped: Good Lord, Dr. Temple, you are a-a minister"
 Yes, my boy" the old man con fessed, glad that the robbers had re- lieved him of his guilty secret along with the rest of his private properties. Mallory looked at the collapsing Mar jorie and groaned: And he was in the next berth all this time!"
 The unmasking of the old fraud made a second sensation. Mrs Eos dick called from far down the aisle: "Dr. Temple, you're not detective?"
 Mrs. Temple shouted back furious ly: How dare you?"
 But Mrs. Fosdick was crying to her luscious-eyed mate: ''Oh, Arthur, he's not 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: Here, hands up." But they did not see MT. and Mrs Fosdick steal kiss behind their upraised arms. for the