Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1913-12-30


the only thing worth while. Why. all
you've got to do is to walk in after
the lights are out, take your pick. and
walk out again. But say, don't carry
gun, for that don't pay Just trust
to your legs If you have to get away
quick"
a m1ddle-aged man in a wellmade
suit. and bearing all the marks of
prosperity, hurried by, not casting a
glance at the ex-convict at his feet.
Graves rose and followed him. At the
end of the street was a long country
lane, with finely-built, scattered houses
lining 1t, each in its garden The man
turned into one and let himself into
the home with key Graves watched
him. Then he felt in his pockets At
the bottom of one, hitherto overlooked
by him, was dime. Graves knew
where he could get all the whisky he
wanted for a dime-if he chose the
time when the bartender was not
looking his way. He went there.
Take your fill. boy" said the bar
tender good-naturedly, looking round
just at the least appropriate time. Il
guess you need it on a night like this.
And It's New Years eve," he added.
Il guess this'll be your last drink for
while, eh?"
Graves tossed off the fiery liquid
set down the glass, and went out.
New Years evel He had not thought
of that. This was the evening for
making good resolutions. The record
ing angel was writing the title at the
head of a new page of life What
record would his page show this time
next year?
He walked the streets until his head
swan from the liquor 1t was very
dark and the rain fell steadily Graves
was wet to the skin. He walked an
immeasurable time, until at last, look
ing up, he saw the house into which
the prosperous man had entered
A flame Of anger burned in his
heart, hotter than the fire in his brains.
Good resolutions, What were they
for such as he? They were for the
rich, for those who could afford to
keep the laws He was no fool to be
bound by such a code.
He crept up the garden, felt a lower
window, and found that he could raise
it. A minute later he was cropping in
side a dining room.
Cautiously he struck and lit a
match. Then he gasped in astonish-
ment. For on the buffet, carelessly
laid out, was a galaxy of silver plate.
That central piece-that fiat tray,
which he could put under his coat
and walk away with, must be worth
couple of hundred dollars alone!
He would take it on his way out. He
opened the door and crept upstairs.
There were two rooms at the head
of the first flight The door of one
was closed; the second door was open.
and inside, by the light of the lowered
gas jet, Graves could see a table
strewn with rings. He crept in and
stood staring at them. There were
nearly q dozen of them-diamond.
pearl, sapphire. cats eye. flashing
emeralds and rubies. 1t was the dress
ing table of some wealthy woman
who.
There was somebody in the bed!
Ar old, white-haired woman who lay
th ere, hardly breathing. fat, with
white hands picking at the bed covers,
Graves snatched up handful of the
baubles and turned. Suddenly two
powerful arms caught him as in wise
and he looked up into the face of the
middle-aged man.
Come outside, you-you dog"
whispered the other. Caught in the
act you dirty sneak-thief! Let me
look at your facet So you would rob
dying woman, would you? I'm go
ing to strip the hide of you before I
call the police"
Il didn't know" Graves babbled.
A feeble voice from the sick bed
made both start.