The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-06-08
HnT'S LAST THROW
BY ELLA DEAN RICHMOND,

/ AeAo NOSA d tu1OWSl. NIulCh III -OfSs
sure of nerve, just as certain persons
were born with some predominating
skill, his lay in accuracy of aim. No
one had ever excelled him in throwing
bean bag, or in duck-on-the-rock,
or at quoits. Later on he became the
champion pitcher of the local baseball
| team. He did not make a profession
or trade of it, but he could knock an
apple off a tree branch with a pebble
every time. He threw a bouquet
straight into the arms of pretty Lima
Wentworth when she graduated and
that led to their rare and charming
love romance.
OF late Kent had got to throwing
something else-dice, at the village
billiard hall. This had led to his asso-
ciating with a pretty rapid crowd.
Among them was a profigate tdler
with plenty of money named Harper
Winston If Kent had analysed affairs
he would have found that Winston
was scheming to discredit him with
Lima so as to win her for himself.
Two nights previous down at the
billiard hall Winston had introduced
Kent and his friends to a city friend.
Mr.. Halpin he called him. They had
drank considerable and Kent escorted
Halpin to the hotel. The next morn
ing friend of Kent came to him and
told him that Halpin had lost a dia-
mond ring and accused Kent of steal
ing it, as he was the last person with
him the night previous
Things looked pretty black for Kent.
He hid in the room of friend all that
day. He made up his mind that Lima
would have nothing further to do with
an accused thief. In fit of despera-
ton Kent decided to leave the village
for good and started to do so at mid
night, when he saw the town marshal
approaching him.
Kent rushed down a side street out
of sight of the marshal. Then a
square farther on as he saw a pedes-
tridn approaching him he leaped a
fence and ran through garden. His
overstrained fears led him to seek
5 hiding place. He made out a large
log house. It was empty. Kent
erawled into it.
What to do next?" he painted help
lessly. ooh, am in terrible fix"
AS he lay among the straw, hunt
ed fugitive, Kent reflected how his
careless habits had probably cost him
he position of his life. Two weeks
previous a friend had suggested that
lie apply to the railway mail service
| the city for an appointment Kent
lid so. and wonderfully attracted the
: attention and admiration of the agent
If the government with the accuracy
i and swiftness with which he was able
{ 20 throw mail. He was advised that
l lis references would be looked up
: and If he passed muster he would DE
offered a good position. Now, an ac-
2 ,used thief, they would scarcely con-
slider him.
Kent fell asleep. He was awakened
J, perhaps two hours later by the sound
' Of low voices. Peering out, he saw
] .wo men, strangers to him.
Look here one of them was say
g ng, we've held up one man and loot
4 I'd four houses. There's one more il
the block. You rest the booty and
guard it while see if there's anything
else worth getting. Then we'll go to
our automobile in the woods and
n speed for the city. Well do up these
country yahooks in good style. while
we're about it"
burglars! and their booty is in that
= satchel!" breathed Kent.
- One of the men disappeared. The
- other set his foot on the satchel and
Il kept guard. A sudden impulse flashed
IA through the mind of Kent Marvin. He
st would outwit these bold schemers.
ty He reached out and seized the limb
ne Of the sentinel burglar. At the same
~ time he initiated the snarling bark Of
o. dog. Naturally the burglar was
s startled and fell back.
IT In an instant Kent was out of tht
81 dog house and on his feet. He
i snatched up the satchel.
Drop that! Who are your" and tn,
burglar, partly recovering himself
flashed a revolver.
Just then Kent saw a light in al
upper room of the despoiled mansion
til Some one was awake there. He CAV,
the satchel swing. AS "a thrower
be was at his best. It described al
81 accurate parabola curve.
90 Crash! bangi clatter!-through tn,
N. window it went, while Kent shoute,
ze Justify:
of Burglars-phone for the police!"
sat The burglar fired at Kent. The sho
en-, missed him. He stopped and pickle
ne up a heavy piece of wood. Again
a. fling. Down went the burglar sense
.ep less, and as his companion appeare
,as Kent grappled with him and held hir
90. till two servants came rushing fror
IVY, the mansion.
is His part in recovering some $500
ogh stolen booty would have helped Ken
LOT in public estimation anyway, but a dis
covery cleared him of all faint G
crime.
The man the burglars had robbie
on the street was Harper Winston