The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-29
HHu is he that comes creep ing in At the hour of dark mid
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Thus equipped with his life-saving apparatus, as he mentally called the string and paper-weight, Tommy again climbed out upon the window ledge. There he located himself safely and began lowering the paper-weight by | unwinding the twine. Having an i'm mense ball ofxit, he knew he could let the weight down to the pavement. After about five minutes work. the 1 ball was mostly unwound and the | heavy iron paperweight struck the pavement below. Then Tommy wait | ed. He was in a part of the city that was almost deserted after six l o'clock of evenings, for most of the business houses around there were office buildings and wholesale places l Well, I'm rather up against a hard proposition" he unused. watching the storm blown street below as best he could for the flying snow. But all | things come to him who waits," he | philosophically added. Then he watched little longer before proving his quoted adage. Of a sudden, and out of the darkness of a cross-street, came a young man, breasting the storm. Tommy jerked the paper weight right in front of him, attract ing his attention. The young man was about to pass it when he noticed that it hung in the air a few feet above the pavement. He paused and took hold of 1t, and then he saw the note, which was plainly addressed Any one who passes by"
 ] After reading the superscription on the little folded bit of paper, the young man looked up, and through the dim light saw Tommy bending over the ledge waving to him in dis tress. Then the stranger read the note, and waved an arm to Tommy as much as to say All will be right, young chap. Just be patient"
 Tommy saw the young man dis appear into the entrance of the build ing in which he was a prisoner; then he drew up the paper-weight and got back into the office again, nearer frog en than he cared to be. After about 1 ten. minutes Tommy heard footballs in the hall outside the Greville offices, and then a heavy knock on the outer i office door. Tommy was at the door in hurry and responded to the we'll known voice of the janitor. I'm i locked in, Purvis. Can't you get me | out?"
 Sure, kid" replied the good-nat- ured janitor, fitting a pass-key into the lock. Then. presto, pass! Tommy stood facing liberty and youthful man who was beside the janitor. Tommy bowed to him, after thanking Purvis for his assistance. Then as i the three went toward the elevator. 1 Tommy said to the stranger; T am sorry to put you out in this way. sir, but there seemed nothing else to do except to attract the attention of some pedestrian who happened to come this way. I can't tell you how terribly sorry I am that you were put to this trouble. I hope I have not made you late getting home sir"
 "Ah, my home is thousand miles west of here, young fellow" smiled the stranger, as they stepped into the elevator which the janitor was run ming. I'm a stranger in the city just got off the train over at the West ern Terminal round the corner. and am on my way to the depot at Sec ond and King streets. I'm taking the Interurban for Grace Hill. which. l am informed, is about twenty minutes ride from the city"
 Well, I'm going to the same sta ton myself" declared Tommy. "and shall be glad to conduct you there. l