Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-06-12
Flo's Brother Captured by the Police.

A series Of flat robberies punctuated
his flight. The net was closing in
upon him. There was a wild CO.
minefing of desperate fear and Joy as
he know finally he was under suspic-
lon for these lesser crimes. He knew
when caught he would put up a fight.
He could not understand 1t, for prison
was what he craved, the immurement
from horrible voices, sounds, lights.
But he knew he would resist by reason
of the same impulse that impelled his
thefts, whereby he sustained existence
when he would have preferred DEATH.
And then it anne. He had not
bungled the job. He had felt in adj
vance that he was about to be caught.
The plant had been laid for him by the
police. His pal had been a stool pig
con. The whole robbery had been
mapped out at headquarters and he
had played squarely into their hands.
But the instinct for flight had beat
en- them. Even IS the steel nipper
touched his wrist he had fought, had
wriggled desperately out of the plain
clothes mans clutches. And he nae
fled, fled to the only place he knew
safety might lie.
Joseph Drum and his wife were
silently seated in their living room
ia night Lie man burst
in upon them. Since the tragedy they
had been given much to silence. The
fear that beset the cracksman had not
neglected them-the fear and remorse.
Flo had caught a glimpse OF her
brother upon the street, and the face
had haunted her since.
They got me-" Williams gasped,
They're wise to me. They nicked me
on the job"
Drum hurriedly snatched aside the
portieres, tossing open the bedroom
window and pointing toward the fire.
escape.
Hide in here" he commanded
crisply. THE Microscopes good
enough If they make a search"
Williams laughed hoarsely, croak-
ingly.
There's no getaway for any of our
gang" he muttered, then, his voice
growing clearer, something almost
prophetic glowed in the bleary eyes;
mo getaway for any OF us. can't
help running, but to make a getaway.
I can't-we can't"
W left a trail a mile wide," he
continued more quietly. That pearl
necklace. Joe! All the coin you've
spent! What Fields knows! What
everybody knows about your salary!
They're alive-those clues, sven II q
fat coroner does go to sleep on the
job. They had a clear case against
rowland he was dead. But they
gotta clear case against US, II they ever
start. They amt no getaway. They
amt"
He halted, springing to his feet as
the elevator cage changed upon their
floor and heavy steps, Immediately
followed by resounding blows upon the
door, woke the echoes of the apart
ment house.
Crash the door shivered, then
slapped from its hinges before the
heavy-shouldered pair who lunged
into the room. Flo uttered q scream
of warning as her brother drew his
gun, but the wrist of him trembled
helplessly in mid-air under the iron
grip OF the plain-clothes man.
What did he mean-about clues7 2"
she whispered fearfully to her hus.
band, an hour later. Did he mean
we might-get caught"
Drum sighed heavily, staring at the
opposite wall with an expression in his
eyes that showed he was looking far
beyond that wall.
What was he running-from-al-
ways?" she persisted. DULY. The
verdict cleared-everything-so far az
any chance OF being-caught was
concerned. Why did he run, Joe? ?"
Not from man." His voice was
leaden. From the arrows of the AL
mighty he ran. haven't you felt
them, F1o?"
h shivered, wishing she might
meet his eyes knowing their v
could never meet as of old.
And that is the real affair OF he
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