The Bottineau courant., 1912-09-13

skin that British lion! And / jusI j
wore ,plyaslfs out on him In &,
The farreaching u sersscct "a 81 h the s:rsholl
procedure was just beginning to DAVIS
oi, the pois Ger. This little run on thu
bank meant period xOf financial
striDgency for him. He watched thu
iiurfying hands ia moment or two
then his u /. y wrath rose to terrible spropoH
tons:
Look here. man." he shouted al
the robber. faint yousall goin' ta
leave these passengers nothin.. tall?
Not on purpose. nigger.',s De.
No small change, or nothin'!"
Nary a red. &. 4
Then. passengers. :. the porter pro,
claimed, while the robber watched
him In amazement; "then, passengers|
SI want to give you-all fair warninl
hsah and now: No tips. no whtsh|
sbroonl!" n.
Perhaps because their hearts were
already overflowing with distress, the
passengers endured this appalling
threat without comment. and whe1
there was 9 commotion at the othe1
end OF the line. al eyes rolled that
way. u ''s Y .1.ss
Mr.. Baumann was making an ef.
fort to take his leave. with great po.
liteness.
,'EE1coose. pleass. ! want ran to- get by.
pleass!'' ss s.
Get by! the other robber gaspct. |,
why, you 2
but I'm not a. passenger Ri.
Baumann urged, with contidentlal
smile. 1--WE been going through the
train myself
Much obliged! Hand overt Ard
q rude hand rnmms ged his pockets.
It was heart-rending sight b u y;
b "Ofoi!" he walled, don't you aE5w
no lcourtesies to the profession?" And
when the finexorable thief continued
to pluck his money, his, watch, his
scarf-pin, he grew wroth indeed. ,....Stop,
stop, ], refuse to pay I'll 60 into bank
ruptcy fo1st.," But still the larceny
continued; fingers even lifted three
cigars from his pockets, two for him-
self and q good one for o. customer.
This loss was grievous, but his Wild
est protest was: "Oh, here, my frfent,
you don't want my business CARTS
Keep 'em!" growled the thief, and
them slancing Up, he saw son the ten
der inHards Of Mr.. Haumann.s up
held palms two huge gltsteners. which
their owner had turned that way IN q
misguided effort to conceal the stones.
The .ropper reached up for them.
Take 'em. You're velcome!" said
Mr.. Baumann. with rare presence Of
mind. Those Nevada nearlies looks
almost like real"
Keep 'em." said the robber. as he
passed on, and Mr.. Baumann almost
swooned with Joy. for. as he whis-
pered to Wedgewood q moment later:
They're really real!''
Now the eye-chain rolled the other
way, for Little Jimmie wellington was
pufding with rage. The other robber,
having massaged him thoroughly, but
without success. for his pocketbook,
noticed that Jimmie's LETT heel was
protruding from his lett shoe, and
made Jimmie perform the almost In
credible feat OF standing on one foot,
while he unshod him and took out
tho hidden wealth.
There goes our honeymoon, Lu-
cretia." he moened. But she whis-
pered proudly: Never mind, have
my rings to pawn 5a.
"Oh, you have, have you? Well, I'll
be your little uncle" the kneeling rob.
ber laughed, as be overheard. and he
continued his outrageous search till
he found them. knotted IN handker-
chies, under her hat.
She protested: You wouldn't leave
me II Reno without . diamond. would
ypp!' ,s ,ssas
II wsaldn,t. ~" DO gruntsd. DO
ron stal sthipk I'm q this busipess for my
And he snatched OF two earrings
she had forgotten to remove. F'ortu-
natsly; they Ysfs a1lxsd to her lobes
With f4Stener1r N ~. !, Z. -s,.4>t esf.s3
Nh MI. Jimmie was thoroughbred
lSn6nsA not sto 1inGs. She simply com
4Sntsd i.Yeu hrltes are} almost as
bad 10 the customs omoers at New
York" -5
And now Smother touch Of light re.
lsyed the gloom. Kathleen was next
q Nne, and she Had been forcing her
llIs Into their most attractive smile,
aed kespinE hsrt eyss lwinsomely mel
low, feF the robbers, bepef,t Marjorie
could not see the smile; she cou1d
Only !sss thit Kathleen was next. sne
whispered to tMAllory:
They'll get the bracelet! They'll
get the BRACELET =
And MAlaoRy could have danced with
NSe. But Kathleen leaned coquet-
Hshly towefds tho masked stranger,
and threw All her art Into her tone
% che nurmured: y ,..
Tin sure you're too hraysfto take
my things. i've always admired men
With the courage Of Claude Duyal."
Tho robher was taken : trifle aback,
but he Srowled: 81 don't know the par
ty you speak ofbut cough up! I"
Listen to her. !" Marjorie Whispered