The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-26
Copyright, 1911, By Il. < Fly Co.
CHAPTER xxx.
Wolves In the Fold.


depth, but Marjorie had another OF
body by suddenly reckoning and call
ing: Excuse me, Mr.. Robber. Come
here, please"
The curious gallant edged her way,
keeping a sharp watch along the line:
What d'you want?"
Marjorie leaned nearer, and spoke
in low tone with an amiabIe smile:
That lady who wanted to kiss you
has a bracelet up her sleeve"
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 reconsidered
his refusal to make the trade, he in
furiated her by growing: Excuse
me, miss, overlooked bet"
He ran his hand along her arm, and
found her bracelet, and accomplished
what Mallory had failed in, it's re-
| moval.
Don't, DON'T" cried Kathleen, Its
wished on"
Il wish 1t on" the villain laughed,
and it joined the growing heap in the
feed-bag
Kathleen, doubly enraged, broke
out viciously: You're 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 a
pocketbook somewhere. Where's it
at?"
Mrs. Whitcomb blushed furiously:
None of your business, you low
brute"
"Perdooce. madame" the 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
palm with a wrathfuI: You're no gen.
tleman, sir"
If l was, I'd be in Wall street." he
laughed. Now you can turn round"
And when she turned, he saw bit
|
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 a 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 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,
Jaw, hell" he 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
a display of human sentiment, did not
intend to be cheated. He Numbered:
"Stop it, 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 bust
ness" And he dumped Mrs. Temples
much for the little old lady's little
old husband. He fairly shrieked:
Young man, you're a damned
scoundrel, and the best argument
ever saw for hellfire!"
Mrs. Temples grief changed to hor.
ror at such bolt from the blue:
"Walter!" she gasped, such Ian.
guage!"
But her husband answered in self
defense: Even a minister has a 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 IA 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.
jarie 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:
DIR. Temple, you're not a detective?''
Mrs. Temple shouted back furious.
ly: How dare your"
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 Mr.. and Mrs. Fosdick steal a kiss
behind their appraised arms, for the
robber to whose lot Mallory fell was
gloating over his well-filled wallet
Mallory saw it go with fortitude, but
noting piece of legal paper, he said
Say, old man, you don't want that
marriage license. do your"
The robber handfed it as il it were
hot-as if he had burned his fingers
on some such document once before,
and he stuffed it back in MaIlorys
pocket. II should say not Keep it.
Turn round"
| Meanwhile the other feIon turned