The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-29

u Httie wlzened irfshman with q fa<
: like shriveled winter apple. "Wh,
3 time does that New Orleans fast traj
pull Out?"
+ Griswold heard the reply: "Sivil
Y forty-hve. sorr." and something In th
thin, piping voice gave him fres
courage. Through the open windo,
: OF the carriage he saw his capto
: glance at his watch and begin an in
patient sentry beat up and down III
\ der the electric transparency ADVERT.
ing the particular brand of whisk
> specialized by the saloon. He was ev
IDENTIFY waiting for his colleague /
bring in the negro, and time passed
The spring evening was raw an
, chilly. and the open doors of the sc
loon volleyed light and warmth and
reckoning invitation. Griswold's gift
prostituted to the service Of tn,
changed point Of view, babe him rea,
IN the red face, the loose lip and tn,
bibulous eyes the temptation that wa,
gripping the plain-clothes man.
BY careful contortion Of the man
acled hands, which seemed suddenly
to have become endowed with the
crafty deftness Of the hands Of a pick
pocket. he found his working capital
IN pocket of the short-sleeved coat
1t had been diminished only by the
hundred dollars put into John Gavitt's
hands, and the twenty he had given
the negro. He wished he might have
had glimpse of the little Irish cab.
mans face. Since he had not, he
made two hundred dollars of the
money into compact roll and put the
remainder back into the inner pocket.
| 1t was only a minute or two after
this that the red-faced mans impa-
thence blossomed into the thirst that
Will not be denied. and he went into
the saloon to get drink, first putting
the cabman on guard.
Get down here and keep an eye on
! this dicky-bird," he ordered. Slug
him II he tries to make q break"
But the cabman hung back.
I'm no f1ghtin' man, sorr: an, be-
sides, don't dare lave me harrses,"
he objected. But the officer broke in
angrily.
What the devil are you afraid Of?
He's got the clamps on and couldn't
hurt you IL he wanted to. Come down
here!"
The little Irishman clambered down
from his box reluctantly, with the
reins looped over his arm. When he
peered in at the open window of the
carriage the big man had passed be.
yond the swinging screens of the "a.
loon entrance and Griswold seized his
opportunity quickly. !
What's your job worth. nv man ?"
he whispered.
Inc cabman snatched swift glance
over his shoulder before he ventured
to answer !
Don't yez be timptin' a poor man
wild wife an Swim childer hangin' to
yea do it. SORT
Grlswold, the brother.keeping, would
have thought twice before opening
any door of temptation for a brother
man But the new Griswoid had No
cnmpunctions
Its two hundred dollars to you II
you can get me away from here be.
fore that red.faced drunkard comes
BACK. Have runaway--anything!
Here's the money!"
FOR a single timorous instant the
,abman hesitated. Then he took the
oil OF money and crammed It into his
Docket without looking at it. Before
iriswold could brace himself there
vas a quick whish of the whip. a pip
ng cry from the driver, and the
lorses sprang away at a reckless gal.
op, with the little Irishman hanging
o the reins and shouting feebly like a
Automedon.
Grfswold caught passing glimpse
4 the red-faced man wiping his lips
the doorway of the saloon as the
arriage bounded forward; and when
ne critical instant came, he was care.
vi to fall out on the riverward side
I the vehicle. 1t was a desperate ex. ,
edient, since he could not wait to
moose the favorable moment, and the ,
andcuhs made him practically help
ISIS. Chance saved the clumsy escape !,
rom resulting in a speedy recapture
When he tumbled out Of the lurching
arriage he was hurled violently :
gainst something that figured as a =
all OF solid masonry and was half 8
'unned by the conclusion. None the a
IS, he had wit enough to lie motion ,
$50 In the shadow of the wall, and
- hue and >cSx. augmented. by this T
me to a yelling MOB. sweep pas,
ithout discovering him.
When 1t was safe to do so, he sat :.
and felt for broken bones. There ,
ere none; and he looked about him. =
he wall of masonry resolved itself :.
to cargo Of brick piled on the
wee side OF the street, and obeying
q primary impulse of fugitive, he y
lickly put the sheltering bulk of it
tween himself and the lighted thor. q
ghfare. n
The next step had to be resolutely "
ought out. How was he to get rid
the handouts? Any policeman
'uld have a key. and there were al
ubtless plenty Of locksmiths in st.
'uis. But both of these sources of j
sistance were out of the question. &c
hom. then? The answer came in "a
9 wOrd-McGrath, On a day when 81