The Bottineau courant., 1912-09-13

an unwonted gentieness: You can
turn round now, d 4 81 #
kathieeIl 'was Igled ttp hide the blush
3 es of defeat, but Marjorie was still
more bitterly disappointed. She whis-
pered to Mallory: He didn't get tho
bracelet, after al"
CHAPTER xxx.
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3 Wolves n tho Fold.
Mallory's heart sank to It's usual
depth. but Marjorie had another OF
her Inspirations. She startled every
body by sqdd denly ,beckoning and call
Ing: Excuse me, Mr.. .Rpbber. Come
here please" !.
The curious gallant edged her way.
keeping sharp watch along the line:
What d'you want!''
! Marjorie leaned nearer. and spoke
IN la low tone with an samiahle smile:
That lady who wanted to kias you
has bracelet up her slseEe. s d
The robber 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 feconsidered
his refusal to make the trade, he In
furiated her by growing: Excuse
,, me. miss, overlooked. q bet"
He ran bis hand along her arm, and
found her bracelet, ana accomplished
what Mallory had failed in. its re-
mpval. e. n s II "
'Dont, don't" cried Kathleen. ..it's
(, wished on &sfS
II wish it Oh" !" the villain laughed,
and sitf Joined the growing heap In the
feed-bag. IS lS,s III; /,
kathleen. doubly enragsd. broke
ont yiciously: you're . common.
sneaking.' E, y.5 ., I.
/ ''Ah, turn round!"" tho man roared.
and she obeyed In silence.
q Then he explored Mrs. Whitcomb,
but with such small reward that he
| said rSay, you'd oughter ihave q
, pocketbook somewhere. Whsre,s 1t
att" 3s,,. s5
! Mrs. Whitcomb blushed furiously:
None Of your business. ,you low
brute . ,s., 81. ,4.$ s
"Perdooce. madame" tho scoundrel
snorted. "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
I. palm with q wrathful: YOU'RE no gen.
\ tleman, sir!" ssfI 4tAs {is
1 IT / WAS, I'd be In Wall street" he
laughed. Now you can, turn round :
And when she turned, he saw . bit
Of chain depending from her back
hair. He tugged, and brought away
the l0cket, and then proceeded 70
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 hor little vanjties f0r
the quarter Of 2 century and more.
The old clergyman. could have siwspt
with hsrta at the vandalism. He turned
on the wretch with heartsick ap.
peal:
Cant you spare those7 Didn't you
ever have mother?"
The robber started, his fierce eyes
sotteped. his voice choked, and he
gulped hard, as he drew tho back Of
his hand across his eyes.
"Aw, hell" he whimpered, that
amt fair. II you're goin' to remind
mo 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. chested. He, thundered: {:
"stop It, Bill. You tend strictly to
business. or I'll blow your mush-bowl
Of. You know your Nav died before
you was born
This reminder sobered the weeping
thief st once, and He went back to
work ruthlessly. sOh. Ill right, Jake.
Sorry, ima'am. but business is bust.
ness" And he dumped Mrs. Temples
3 trinkets, into the satohsl. 1T was too
much for the little old lady's little
old husband. He fairly shrieked:
IS 's''Yoppg man. you're damned
tsscoundrel. and the best argument I
ever saw FOR hell.nre!''
( MRS. sTemple's grief changed to hor-
ror at such ! bolt from the blue:
'Waltsr!" she gaspsd. ''such Ian
guGgel"' si3f} ,s {. 5;srs
But her husband answered in SELF
/ defense: Even 2 minister hasa right
\ TO swear once n his lifetime
Mallory alnYost gdrcpped n HE
! 4 tracks. and Marjorie kss1sd over on
| him. 40 hs taspsd: ''Good Lord. Dr.
Temple, you are ! = minister7''
'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.
J Mallory looked at the collapsing Mar.
1orie and groaned: And he was II
the next berth all this time!"
Tho unmasking of tho old fraud
made . second sensation. Mrs. F'os-
/ dick called from FAR down the aisle:
"Dr Temple. you're not z dstective!'
1 Mrs. Temple shouted back furious.