The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1915-07-16
WAITING ON THE CORNER
BY JOHN PHILIP ORTIZ.

Copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate)
Miss Madge Seaforth was playing
the piano in the parlor Of her fathers
house when all at once there came a
jangle. If one is playing The Old
Folks at Home" and absently wan
ders off into the air of Yankee
Doodle" there's going to be jangle.
And then you suddenly remember
! that you borrowed Bessie Walters
dream-book a day or two ago, and
solemnly promised her that If the
reading of it caused you to dream you
would faithfully relate that dream to
the lender of the book without unnec-
essary delay.
Well. Miss Madge had read the book
| from cover to cover. Much of its con-
tents had made her gasp and shiver.
She had dreamed of being chased by
snakes, wolves, brigands and runaway
| locomotives.
They had run her through swamps,
thickets and meadows; they had run
her up hill and down: they ran her
through streets and alleys.
At last, after the chase had con-
tinued for miles and the poor girl
had just jumped fence nine feet
high without her French heels touch
ing a splinter, she caught the lower
limb of a tree and clambered up to
safety. She went to the telephone to
relate the dream in full Miss Madge
settled herself for coy chat when
the answer came back from the cen
trail Office:
Can't do it; the. lines are crossed"
Whats the matter with the line?"
Its never in order!"
And l wanted to talk to Wall
street,"
You man with the big bull voice,
shut up"
Miss Madge found herself interest
ed. There was one firm, clear voice
that dominated the rest, though it was.
lost in the shuttle now and then. The
girl caught these words:
cat least ten thousand. About two
o'clock. The corner of Willow and
Stark streets Don't strike to kill,
but to stun. Yes, two of them. Then
upstairs and down the back way.
Sure thing"
What was the meaning of those
words! Here was something different
from q dream. 1t was mystery. Il
am going to be there and see it" she
unused
At 1:45 that afternoon an auto with
Miss Madge Seaforth seated in the
tonneau was at the corner of Willow
and Stark streets. Three men were
leaning against wall.
From down Stark street came two
men. One of the men carried a
leather bag.
A moment more and things began
to happen. The three loungers at
| tackled the two men with the bag.
| There were shouts and blows and
scufTling. The chauffeur leaped to the
walk and ran away. Miss Madge
opened the door of the vehicle and
stood screaming. She hardly realized
it when one of the men threw the bag
at her feet
Save it from the thugs If you CAM"
And then the girl found herself at
: the wheel and speeding away, Straight
home, mile away, and the bag was
carried into the house. 1t was then
that Miss Madge had fit of hysteria.
The evening papers had a sensation,
and as Miss Madge read the scare
/ heads she was as white as sheet.
"The boldest holdup for years."
! Planned by a handsome grill"
She waits in an auto and drives
off with the $4,000 that was to pay
the hands in factory!"
"The robbers arrested, but they
won't talk"
Their victims seriously injured in
their plucky fight"
who is the handsome queen of the
robber gang?"
No police and no reporters until
Mr.. Seaforth arrived home and tele-
phoned them. A few explanations and
all was made clear
| ANIu6 uSleCliNeS anu o. reporters
called at the Seaforth residence for in
terviews. The factory men called.
Strangers in the city called and said
1t was bully thing to do Seventeen
/ photographers wanted sittings, and
felt ill-used when they did not secure
/ them.
Among the last callers was Stephen
Adair, one of the robbers victims. He
it was who threw the bag into the
auto and shouted to the girl to drive
off, and he had been made hero of.
He still wore plaster or two over
his hurts, but it is always proper for
a hero to want to call on heroine.
And there was opportunity for ad-
miration to grow into love, and it
grew.