The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1914-03-07

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81. tell. you l'm--an officer. i ar
rest this ~ .. a..
The words were cut of, abruptly by
a loud exclamation: from Higgins and
a; crash OF glass. Kirk Anthony's face
was drenched. his eyes were filed with
a singing liquid: he: felt bis prisoner
sink Imply back into his arms and
beheld Higgins struggling in the grasp
Of big. Marty Ringold, the foil covered
neck of a wine bottle in his fingers.
The foolish fellow had been lowering
uncertainty round; the, edges Of the
crowd, longing to help his friends and
crafty. anxious to win glory by some
deed of, valor. 8. ...
1--WE got him" he cried joyously.
"He's outr' =. 49,.
,'""Hggins!' Anthony exclaimed sharp.
ly.'*''What the devfr'- Then the dead
weight in his arms sobered him like a
deluge of icewater.
.:"Yod,ve done 1t this time" he NUT
tered >. - .r:.v ,.'*
Good God: Locke cried. Lets get
away! Hes hurty'
Here, your Anthony shot a COM
mand at the, speaker that checked him
half way across the, room. ''Ringold,
take the door and don't let anybody in
or, out. We're in bad now. want
Padden." He stepped to the door and
signaled "a passing waiter. A moment
later. the proprietor: knocked and Rim
gold admitted him
What the .Padden started at
sight Of the motionless figure. ON the
door and, kneeling beside it, made: a
quick examination. while Anthony ex-
plained thef circumstances leading up
to the assault ' -
:" Thief, eh1~.: l :see."
us he badly hurt7'. .queried Locke.
bending a pale. face. upon them.
Huh! II guess he's. due tor. the hos
pital,"" the owner Of the Austrian vii
.lage announced. He had his nerve.
trying, to turn a trick, In my place.
thought knew all the dips, but he's
a stranger" With nimble> fingers he
ran through the fellows pockets, then
continues: :: = $
I'm glad you got him. but you'd bet
ter get: together and rehearse before
the police. He stopped abruptly once
more, then looked up curiously.
,;::What is :it?" questioned the man
from Missouri. , .:
~-'Padden pointed silently to the lapel
Of the fellows vest. which he had
turned back. A. nickeled badge was
pinned upon it. Hes no thief; he's
a detechve--a plain clothes .manv'
The crowd looked nonplused.. with
the exception of JEFFERSON Locke. who
became calmer than at any time since
; the waiter. had t1rst whispered into his
ear. Z 49, .>'
{: I'VE didn't know who, he was" he
/. began .hufriedly. "You must square II
: for: us. x.Padden> /: don't care what. It
costs" He extended a bulky roll OF
banknotes toward, the gray haired
+ man.. ;. These boys can't stand this
/ sort Of thing and neither can i: I've
got:to ,sail*at 10 O'clock, this morning"
*:'::Iooks'',to me like you've croaked
him. said the: proprietor. ignoring the
preferred money
IT'S worth $1,000: to: me not to miss
my boat: 's -.'.s
Wait a minute = Padden emptied
the unconscious mans pockets, among
other things Of some kilograms and q
Il 11vp @~1 MI Ia I.
opened: and scanned swiftly. then turn.
ed bis little eyes upon Locke without a
word. ywhereupon that gentleman. with
equal silence. took from his inside
pocket 1. wallet and selected bill, the
denomination 81 which be displayed tc
the: proprietor before folding it inside
the bundle. he held -. -
Here! lit may cost. you something
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