The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1912-05-08

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feed-bag
Kathleen. doubly enraged, broke
out viciously: You're common
sneaking-"
"Ah, turn roundi" 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 1t
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 ler handbag into the eager
palm with wrathtul: You're no gen.
teman, sir"
III was, I'd be in Wall street" he
laughed Now you can turn round %
And when she turned, he saw a bit
OF chain depending from her back
hair He tugged, and brought away
the locket, and then proceeded 10
sound Ashton tor hidden wealth
And now Mrs. Temple began to sob.
as she parted with an old-tashioned
brooch and two old-tashioned rings
that had been her little vanlties for
the quarter OF century ana more.
The old clergyman could have wept
with her at the vandalism. lie turned
on the wretch with d heartslck ap-
peal:
Cant you spare those? DIDN'T you
ever have mother?"
The robber started, his fierce eyes
sottened his voice choked, and he
gulped hard as he drew the back OF
his hand across his eyes
"Aw. hell" he whtmpered, that
amt fair. II 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. lie thundered.
stop it, Bill. You tend strictly to
business, or III blow your mush-bow
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 busi-
ness And he dumped Mrs. Temples
trlnkets into the satchel 1t was too
much for the little old ladys little
old husband He fairly shrieked:
Young man, you're damned
scoundrel, and the best argument /
ever saw for hellhre!"
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 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. Or.
Temple you are "a 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
jorie and groaned; And he was in
the next berth all this time!'
The unmasking Of the old fraud |
made a second sensation. Mrs Fos
dick called from far down the aisle:
"Dr. Temple, you're not a detectiveY' |
Mrs Temple shouted back furious
ly: How dare you?"
But Mrs Fosdick was crying to her
uscious-eyed mate "Oh, Arthur, he's |
not detective. Embrace me-"
And they embraced, while the rob-
bers looked on aghast at the sudden |
oblivion they had fallen into, Tney |
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-tilled 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 you?'
The robber handled 1t as if it were
hot--as il he had burned his fingers
on some such document once before,
and he stuffed it back in Mallorys
pocket. Il should say not Keep it.
Turn round"
Meanwhile the other felon turned /
up another beautiful pile OF bills in
DR.. Temples pocket. Not so worse
for a parson," he grlnned. You must
be one of them Fifth avenue. sky
shaffures."
And now Mrs. Temples gentle eyes
and voice filled with tears again: "Oh,
don't take that That's the money for
his vacation-after thirty long years
Please don't take that"
Her appeals seemed always to ina |
the tender spot of this robbers heart.
for be hesitated, and called out: |
"Shall we overlook the parsons wad,
podner?"
Take it, and shut up. you molly.
coddle!" was the answer he got, and |
the vacation funds joined the old gew-
gaws.
Ana now everybody had geen