Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1912-11-25
'TheEvening Story
THE WRONG
CLEW
3, MARJORIE cLoUcH


sation fell upon incidents pertaining to
their profession. Several had told
yarns, each more remarkable than the
last. when a. little wizened chap who
had been listening respectfully to the
others Spoke up.
II wOuld Hike" he said. ito make q
collection Of small incidents that have
led to great results. You fellows have
been telling how handkerchief or
button or something like that had led
to the recovery of hundreds of thou.
sands. but that's only in one line. Ev.
cry time we meet new person some
marked event IL liable to come Of it
Take the beginnings Of love affairs.
for instance. How many trining Incl.
dents have brought two people Of oppo-
site sexes together, resulting In gen.
Grafton after generation Of progeny.
LET me give you an instance. Do
you remember the 'bobtaiT street cars.
in which the passenger entered through
a rear door. staggered. up to the front
and dropped nickel between inclined
planes Of window glass? Then the
driver pulled something that let the
coin down into q box. Well, l was
riding in one Of those cars once when
every seat was taken. A mighty pref
ty girl got in and managed to get up
near the fare box. where I was sit
ting. was young then and. II say
1t myself. not such miserable looking
specimen Of man as am now, and !
dressed pretty well then too. So got
up and offered the young lady my seat.
She took It very smilingly and. getting
out her pocketbok, put her dainty
thumb and finger in to get out her
fare. 1t was late In the day, and there
was no artificial light in the car. so
she couldn't see very we'll and picked
over several coins before she selected
one.
II was leaning up against the cash
box. and to save her the necessity Of
rising took the coin from her lovely
fingers. l could tell by feeling it that
1t was nickel. so without looking at 1t
l dropped 1t In the hopper. 1t wasn't
second before the driver gave pull.
and down 1t went into the box.
suddenly the young lady started. She
evidently remembered something TAX
Ing out her portemopnaie again. she tin-
gered over the coins in it for few mo-
ments: then, looking up at me with q
terrified expression. exclaimed:
Goodness gracious!
"'What's the matter? / asked.
"'You put Eve dollar gold piece in
that box
"'You don't mean itr I was a good
deal disturbed at the responsibility !
was under.
"She got out handkerchief and be.
gan to wipe away tears.
II opened the sliding front door and.
calling to the driver, told him what
had happened. asking him If there was
any way by which he could get the
gold piece out of the box. He said there
wasn't and showed me brass paddock
on the opening. But be said that If the
lady would go to the end Of the route.
about three miles farther on. the fare
gatherer would open the box. and II
there was a eve dollar gold piece in it
he would return it.
II told the girl what he had said, and
she began to cry the harder. saying
that she was intending to meet her
mother at q railway station few
blocks further on and they were going
on q. train that would leave In twenty
minutes to q distant city. where her
father was very sick and not expected
to live.
"Well. I was In for It took S4.95
out of my vest pocket and handed 1t
to her, telling her that l was going to
the end of the route and would collect
what was due. She gave me the pref
test little smile through her tears yon
ever saw on q pair Of vermilion lips
told the driver what had done. and
he promised to see that was repaid
from the gold piece in the box. felt
| very proud of myself. Time and again
the dear little creature looked up Mt
me and every time with grateful
smile. When we reached the railway
station and she got ont. peering
through the window, saw her throw
| kiss to me-"
"Cut out the rest Of It," said one Of
the listeners "You met the girl after
ward at ball or somewhere and mar
ried her."
IF you think you know more about
It than I do You can tell the rest Of
It yourself" snapped the narrator.
Go on" said the others
"Well. when I got to the end Of the
route told my story. the driver back
ed me up, and the collector agreed that
II there was a I've dollar gold piece
| in the box I should have It"
The story teller paused.
"Well, did you get it?'
mo: there wasn't any gold piece In
the boz"
How about the grip
1.-THE girl never saw again for two
years; then was called In to arrest
her for shoplifting."
There was a universal groan, and
the story teller waa abused for start
| fnR IN to tell one kind Of q yarn and