Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1914-07-30

NS ~ A q
man in a brown sack suit,
N n with red hair and white eye
lashes, yelped this pathetically and
hurled his bulk at the open gateway to
the trains at the Grand Central sta
ton. He was stopped by the gate
mans elbow In his stomach. 1t was
n Of those sharp, feshless elbows.
and the fat man popped out an ago
nized wool"
Get back there" grunted the gate.
man. "You can't go sliding in that
way. What dyer think this is-third
base?-Where's your ticket"
Jaw. chase yerself!!" snapped the fat
man from the corner of his mouth.
I'm Lieutenant Thompson from the
central office. I'd run you in for n
nickel"
detective, eh?"
"You heard what l said. Can the
conversation and let me through"
The gateman moved aside, but only
for an instant. His business was the
taking of tickets, and a ticket taker is
the most suspicious animal on earth.
IF you're a cop let's see your badge"
b other threw back his coat lapel,
at the same time transfxing the recall
citrant railroad minion with a naughty
glare.
detective, eh?" and the ucrid sar-
casm with which the word was repeat
ed made the fat man involuntarily look
down at his waistcoat
"Sufferin' mackerel! My shield is
goner"
Gee! He frisked you for fair, didn't
he?" drawled the gateman, with an
unholy peal of mirth. detective, eh?"
Some people have u perfect genius
for rubbing it in, but Lieutenant
Thompson did not hear this last re-
gateway and was already bucking the
line of hurrying passengers from a
train that had just come in. He had
no time to think about his own person
al loss then The insolent marauder
who had stolen his gold watch and
gathered in his silver shield as a pass
ing insult. must go for the present.
The lieutenant was expected to get"
a certain slippery second story man."
WIZ wac h1o"A LIZ pOl1CC 40 IuC
professor" although he never yet had
been in their hands. He also was an
expert safe cracker.
Private advices from an underworld
bureau of information were that he
would be on this train, and Lieutenan'
Thompson had been intrusted will
the mission of bringing him in.
1--WE got to land that guy this time
muttered Thompson as he scanned the
crowd, "or it'll be back to pounding
the sidewalk for mine. Old man.
white hair, s%pectacles, looks like q pro-
fessor. and Holy Moses! There
he is"
He dived into the scurrying process
sion of passengers and was in trouble
at n c The sharp edge Of a suit case
cut his shins, a man behind bumped
him with an old fashioned carpet bag.
and ON excited, overheated middle aged
woman just missed his eye with the
point Of her wave tossed umbrella. He
lodged back and was hunted by a bag
gage truck piled high with trunks and
propelled by three huskies in overalls,
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roadese for getting in the way.
The train-in from Boston-was emp
ty by this time. and the last Of the
passengers were squeezing through the
exit gate. outside Of which the usual
kissings and huggings and h~andshak-
ings had caused the usual e%xasperating
congestion.
Hello! Good luck"
Thompson's eye had lighted on q GER
tain individual who answered gencr-
ally to the description of tho man he
was after and who was pushing his
way toward the waiting room as If he
were in n great hurry to get away
from the station. The lieutenant's off,
cial heart beat high with hope as he
muttered to himself:
/. "1'hnt's the professor or I'm a farm.