Lower coast gazette., 1913-02-08

Is that their fault? It Is the fault Q
society. It's our fault. This poo
devil here, his father a drug fend an,
his mother drinking herself into in
sanity, what chance did he have
Yet who knows, some day this marvel
Gus new surgery may be able to TAX,
the children Of even such parents al
his were, reshape their skulls ant
make them honest, useful citizens"
There al q stir on the couch ant
Young opened his eyes. The fire o.
the drug-madness and the look o.
hate seemed to have vanished.
:" give up" he said. Il can't stand
the strain any longer. I'll tell you
anything you want to know"
He spoke quietly and calmly. YET
there was something In his voice that
rang true. I felt that this time he
meant what he said. Apparently
Davis, too, realized that at last
Youngis spirit was broken. Without
hesitation, he seized the h%ypodermic
syringe and plunged 1t into Young's
arm. The prisoner breathed a long
sigh Of relief. The color came back
into his face and strength to his
voice. His muscles stopped witch.
ing.
Now" said Davis gently, "where
are the yellow letters hid?"
I'm a tin-box under a fiat stone near
the spring." Young replied.
Which stone?"
TITS the third from the spring com.
ing this way"
Davis was up like 8 shot and out
the door, r%eappearing quickly with an
ordinary document box.
"And the Parrish papers-where are
they" he asked sharply.
They are in the box, too" said
Young YEARLY. MAY I have anoth.
er shot?"
Davis studied his face and felt his
pulse and then reached for the
syringe.
Where's the key?" he asked as he
finished administering the morphine.
I'm my left trousers pocket
Young answered alphabetically.
Quickly Davis possessed himself OF
the key and opened the box. In the
top tray were perhaps fifty letters,
typewriter on yellow paper. with o
blank left for the name to be filed in.
Without stopping to read the letters,
which seemed to be all after the same
form. Davis lifted the tray. In the
of the box was a type.writ. :
ten list OF names and a bulky sealed
legal envelope. marked on the out.
side Papers In the Parrish case"
Here, Kent" said Davis, handing
lne the envelope. take charge OF
these and give them to Miss Louise
Or Miss Katharine. You're entitled
that"
Joyfully I slowed the envelope in
ny breast pocket. my heart bounding
Ah-s~ht of the relief the sixht
u the package would bring ~ /
family. But as yet the whole
affair was a blind puzzle to me and
waited eagerly for further develop
nents.
Now. Young" said the inspector.
tell me all about your scheme"
III the damn thieves hadn't been
'uch towards as to 60 and kill them.
said Young with a glow OF
enthusiasm, 4 would have been q mil :
within a year. Read one OF
letters and you can see for your, /,
elf just how good the scheme was" !.
Lifting the topmost sheet the in, .
pector read the yellow letter aloud:
Lock Box II. d
ear Sir: :
l am writing to you in pursuance Of :
y duty as executor Of the late Edwin {
reen. who died here recently, leaving U
= entire estate. amounting to some Il
IN my hands for what he vas !,
eased to term a "Defaulters' Fund" u
can best explain its purpose by briefly p
'mmarizing the founders life. In his b
rly youth Mr.. Green was employed for 9
snort time IN q bank In g. small city In :.