Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1914-10-08

Now, you three fellows sit down
there on that sofa,' commanded the
sergeant, indicating DR.. Willoughby,
James Cluney and Jack Doogan. II
want you where l can keep my eye on
YOU"
"Blithering idiocy!"' murmured Gu
ney to DR.. Willoughby.
II know, but do as he tells YOU"
III have to, l suppose"
He moved disgustedly across the
room TO the sofa and sat down with a
bump. DR.. Willoughby dropped by his
side. and then Jack Doogan sat on the
sofa, taking one shoe off and placing
the toe to his lips to assure the ser
Geant he would keep quiet.
That's what l want" observed the
sergeant, with Il Sardonic smile, as he
stood off and inspected them, as a drill
sergeant might 'size up a line of
rockies"
Mrs. Carr took this opportunity,
while the ~sergeant's attention was di-
rected away from her. to whisper to
Madge:
"Madge, dear, | found the diamond
%sunburst fastened to your dress. Did
you take anything elsc?"
Madge'S look of surprised horror
might have convinced anybody as she
fell back from her mother with a low
voiced What"
"Sh!' warned Mrs. Carr.
s.St,n that Sbucbipr 7 +,ll ,,,.,. ,o,.
ed the sergeant, swinging around suS-
%piciously.
you'll make me angry In IL moment.
Mr.. Officer" menaced Mrs. Carr in Il
weak voice.
AS the sergeant turned away to re-
buke Mrs. Carr the three men on the
sofa put their heads together and be-
gan to talk earnestly in Subdued ones.
The sergeant swung back and caught
them, and they Strengthened up as one
man, like three toy monkeys on a stick.
The sergeant shook his fist at them
and, addressing his three police subor-
dinates, said: "Now. listen. men. Keep
your eyes open. Don't let any of these
people pick up or get rid of Il thing. If
one of them should 50 much as put his
hand in his pocket. even. Just call nv
attention to it,"
James Cluney's right hand had been
in his trousers pocket. but he took it
out in Il hurry.
"Mother!!" whispered Mr.. Carr.
"What?"
Mother" he went on in Il Mortified
tone, 81 think I have something in my
pocket"
"William"
There was a long and solemn pause,
and then William Carr remarked nerv-
ously, "Ain't it qulet%
"Wadge, your father has something
IN his coat pocket. Try and get it out.
logr father will help YOU"
Madge was d little confused, but she
slipped by the side Of her father, where
the sergeant could not see. and Mr.
Carr tried to guide her hand into his
pocket.
AT this particular moment. however,
some evil spirit moved the fat police
man, O'AIalley, to walk over to the
group. and as Madge stepped away
from her father the policeman slipped
into her place. The was
that William Carr. cropping for his
daughters hand to lead it into his
pocket, seized O'Malley's 1abby paw
Of he had been anything but the most
absentminded old gentleman in New
York he must have noted the difference
at once) and tried to put it into his
pocket.
What in thunder are We doin'?' de-
manded O'Malley, Jerking his hand
away and threatening Mr.. Carr with
his elbow.
Meanwhile the three men on the
sofa had plunged into a whispered con
versation and We're oblivious of all
that was going on around them.
Lets tell him the stocks are in the
safe" whispered DR.. Willoughby to his
companions.
Don't tell them that" interposed
Doogan hurriedly, "or you'll have to
explain where you got them"
Here! What are you fellows whis-
pering about?" shouted the sergeant.
Nothing" replied DR.. Willoughby.
But the sergeant was not satisfied.
Il think you fellows had better
spread out. Come on! Split out. Get
apart"
Mr.. Carr, with Il shrug of his shoul-
ders that seemed to ask, whats the
use?" began to whistle "Home. Sweet
Home,' very much off the key.
"Now, now." whispered Mrs. Carr to
her daughter. And Madge once more
tried to get her hand into her fathers
pocket.
Clancy moved forward from the
door where he had been on guard and
stared at Madge's maneuvers, while
Mr.. Carr whistled louder.
"Cut out that whistling," commanded
the sergeant. And Mr.. Carr stopped in
the middle of a bar.
Its no use, Madge,'' murmured
Mrs. Carr; "the sergeant and the other
policemen are watching us like hawks"
Maybe if we could get into the din