Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-03

NM CHEEKS.

damp with sweat and his hands were clammy.
When he felt strength returning, he lifted
the telephone off the hook with his teeth.
Central, Central! Call the police to come
to this number at once; Hargreave's house,
Riverdale. Tell them to break in"
Where's your gag?"
There wasn't any,"
"Then why didn't you yell for help?"
"The thieves lured our neighbors away
from town. The patrolman who walks this
beat is bound and gagged and is probably re-
posing back of tie billboard in the next block"
Murphy, you watch this man while l make
a call on the neighbors," said the officer who
seemed to be in authority. When he returned
he was frowning seriously. "We'd better
telephone to the precinct to search for Dem
nison. There's nobody at home in either
house and there's nobody back of the bill
boards. Unite the man. When this was done,
the officer said Now, tell us what's hap
pened; and don't forget any OF the details
Jones told a simple and convincing story
it was so simple and convincing that the
police believed it without question.
"Well, if that amt the limit! Did you
near any autos outsider"
al don't recollect," said Jones, stretching
his legs gratefully. "Why?"
1.-THE auto bandits held up a bank mes
senger today and got away with twenty thou
sand. Whenever a man draws Town a big
sum they seem to know about it. And say,
Murphy, call up and have the river police look
out for a new tangled airship. Your master
may have been rescued" turning to Jones.
IF l were only sure of that, sir
When the police took themselves off, Jones
proceeded to act upon those plans laid down
by Hargreave early that night. When this
was done he sought his bed and fell asleep,
the sleep of the exhausted. When Hargreave
picked up Jones to share his fortunes, he had
put his trust IN no ordinary man.
A dozen reporters trooped out to the Har-
greave home, only to find it deserted. And
while they were ringing bells and tapping
windows, the man they sought was tramping
up and down the platform of the railway sta
ton.
Through all this time Norton, the reporter,
Hargreave's only friend, slept the sleep of the
just and unjust. He rarely opened his eyes
btlOLt uOOu.
Group after group of passengers Jones eyed
eagerly. Often, just as he was in the act of
approaching a couple OF young women, some
man would hurry up, and there would be
kisses or handshakes. At length the crowd
thinned, and then it was that he discovered
a young girl perhaps IS, accompanied by a
young woman in the early thirties. They had
the appearance of eagerly awaiting some one.
Jones stepped forward with a good deal of
difidence.
You are waiting for some one?"
Yes" said the elder woman, coldly.
"A broken bracelet?"
The distrust on both faces vanished in
stantly. The young girls face frightened, her
eyes sparkled with suppressed excitement.
You are -. my father?"
"No, miss" very gravely. 81 am the
butler"
Let me see your part of the bracelet"
said the young girls guardian, a teacher who
had been assigned to this delicate task by
Miss Farlow, who could not bring herself to
say good-by to Florence anywhere except at
the school gates.
The halves were produced and examined.
Il believe we may trust him, Florence"