The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1913-03-22

| "CSh tOo ldtS, he WOQlu nave ut1o5eu
being spectator (already an inno-
cent contributorl to one Of the most
daring and ingenious bank-robbefies
known in the pages of metropolitan
crime. There was Mrs. Chedsoye, in
| trusively handsome as ever; there
was her rascally card-sharper brother,
that migrate who called himself Ry-
anne, and three unknown men. The
/ irnpudeEce Of 1t; the damnable inso-
| lence Of it! And there they were,
| tcasting their success in a brace of
his own champagne! But the
Vine was, after all. inconsequential. It
was what he saw upon the floor that
caught him by the throat. His knees
weakened, but he held on grimly to
| his perch.
| White bags of gold, soiled bags of
gold, and neat packs of green and vel
| low notes: riches! Twenty bags and
as many packets OF currency; a mil
| lion, not penny under that! George
was seized with horrible desire to
yell with laughter. He felt the each
innations bubble in his throat. He
| swallowed violently and gnawed his
| lips. They had got into his house I'M
der false pretenses and had tunneled
| back into the MISUNDERSTANDING
Bank, OF which Horace's brother was
president and In which he, George P.
A. Jones, always carried large pri-
vate balance! i was the joke of
| the century.
| AS quietly an he possibly could, he
stepped down from his uncertain
| perch. In the fine fury that followed
his amazement, his one thought was
| to SUMMON the police at once, to con-
front the Wretches In their villainy;
but once outside in the street, he
cooled. Instantly he saw the trial in
| court. Fortune as witness against her
own mother. That was horrible and
not to be thought Of. But what could
he do? He was shaken to his soul.
The stuDendous audacity of such a
plan! To have worked out every de-
tail, down to the altering Of the key
hole to prevent surprise! He saw
the automobiles. IIey were leaving
that night II he. acted at all, It must
be within an hour: in less than that
time they would be loading the cars
His mind began to rid itself Of its
confusion. Without the aid of the
police; and presently he saw the way
to do 1t.
He was off at a dog-trot, upon the
balls OF his feet, silently Within five
| minutes he was mounting the steps
to the Mortimer home, and in another
minute was inside. The others saw d.
rectly that something serious had hap
pened.
What's the trouble, George? House
vanished" asked Mortimer.
Have you got a brace of revolv-
ers?" said George quietly.
1.-TWO automatics. But -.
Give them to me-" less evenly in
tone. "Wtll you call up Arthur Wads-
worth. president OF the Merchant Me-
chanic Bank ?''
"The bank?''
yes, the bank. You know. It is
just in the rear Of my house.
Here Fortune came forward. ALI
the bright color was gone from her
cheeks; the old mask Of despair had
reformed. She needed no further en-
lightenment
Are you going back there?" she
asked.
"Yes. dear; must. Mr.. Mortimer
will go with me"
And I?''
No, heart o. mine; you've got to
stay here"
IL you do not take me with you,
you will not find me here when you re-
turn"
My child" began Mortimer sooth-
ingly, you must not talk like that.
There will be danger"
''rhen notify the police, and let the
danger rest upon their shoulders" she
said, her jaws set squarely.
7 can't call In the police" replied
George. miserable.
Shall tell you why? ''
Dearest. can't you understand that
1t Is you am thinking OFF,
ASISAA
with you, you shall never see me
again. My mother is there!"
Tragedy. Mrs Mortimer stretched
out hand. but the girl did not see
it. Her mother; her own flesh and
blood! Oh, the poor child.
Come, them" said George. In de-
spair. But you are hurting me, For
tune
Forgive me. but. must go with
you. l must!"
Get me the revolvers, Mr.. Morti-
mer. Wen wait for Wadsworth.
viii you please telephone him? I'm
afraid couldn't talk steadily enough.
Explain nothing save that 1t concerns
his bank. y
George sat down. Noe during those
early days OF the journey across the
desert had he felt so pitiabIy weak
and inefficient
Fortune paced the room, her arms
folded tightly across her breast.
Strange, there was neither fear nor