Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1914-07-16

Bin9o Swung as If He Never Expected
to Have Another Chance.
[Posed by Bescher, New York Giants.l
the power to terminate the game.
Want to see the booky"
Oily Tom did not wish to see the
book.
But the bets? be asked.
"They stand, of course!!"
Gould they go on and finish the
game in half an hour?" Tom was.
begging now.
"Sayy" demanded the umpire sud
denly, (which club have you been bet
ting on? Finish the game. Man, this
amt no rain. This is a food"
Blake sat down. looked at his watch.
examined the somber sky. but found
no comfort there. looked at his watch,
again. and then settled down, chin
on his chest, to the melancholy o n
temptation Of the diamond, fast being
out a sum in mental. arithmetic, and
the result caused him to vince as it
in pain.
Silver Bill watched the gambler out
Of the corner Of his eye. He also was.
working out a little problem of his,
own. Over in n corner Of the stand.
the victorious Eagles were holding an
informal reception, and Silver Bill
Barrett noticed the fact that Eli Bates,
the incompatible. one, was not cele-
brating with his fellows. He sat
apart, staring out on the field.
Silver Bill was no Sherlock Holiness
but he could put two and two together
as well as the next lar
Darkness was, settling down over the
city. The storm had spent itself,
though in the distance the lightning
winked and the thunder muttereda
Two men were picking their way
down a side street which led to the,
railroad yards.
"Well, Jake" said the red headed
one. you've got a great business he'd.
I've got to hand it to you"
That's right" snarled the Exam al
dressed as Jake. BLAINE me for it!
. made it rain, l sappose!"
A lri "hlS 2AlilAi okICl GLShIp
splashing through the puddles.
"AM hell's loose." he painted. "Ev-
erybody in town is on to US. They got
Mayhem sousea. and he gave up.
They'll tar and feather yoa BOTH!
Jake and the red headed one looked
at each other with bullying eyes.
"Tar and feathers." said Eli Bates.
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That's what l get" painted Blake.
for listening to a pair Of cheap crooks
like you! I've got to jump the town
and lose 5000 bucks"
Over in the railroad yard a heavy
freight engine began to cough hoarse-
~, and a long string Of empty cars
clanked into motion. Red Lynch look
ed at Jake Hartwell and then at the
freight train. Then both looked at
Tom Blake.
What do l get for my $6,OOO:" de-
manded the gambler bitterly.
Il guess We'll have to give you a
rain check for it." said Lynch. "Come
to think of it. we W you something
for letting this story get out"
daFCWelI lOOheu al the moving cars
and measured distance and speed with
a practiced eye. Then he nodded at
Lynch.
"a rain check and a receipt said
the red head.
And the next thing Tom Blake knew
he was picking himself out of a mud
puddle with a lump on his jaw the
size of a turkey egg. Red Lynch could
do more than pitch baseball with that
right arm of his.
Some time later, bedded down for
the night on the jolting floor Of an
empty furniture car. Red Lynch
thought of something.
"Oh, Jake. Asleep?"
Hartwell grunted savagely.
Jake. when l was a kid I had a.
copybook. and there was a line in it
that said Honesty is the best policy"
"Well?"
"Oh. nothing" said Lynch, grinningt
into the dark. 'but I guess that goes.