The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-02-25

"This IS SO Sudden, Hugh. ! Hardly
Know My Own Mind"
ner, broker, with an order to use it
as margin and purchase for his &C.
count 500 shares of A. & M. at par.
Then he sent note to Edith Hill
ton, begging that he be allowed to see
her that night, and giving forth
promise born of the momentary en-
thusiasm of his plunge, that he would
shortly be in a position to make his
plea on his own appeal, with the dis
qualifying entity of poverty entirely
eliminated.
Don Porter, serving a 20-year SEN
tence for lootins a bank actually loot
ed by John Cole, its president. await
ed in his cell, with well concealed i'm
patience, the coming Of the prison
electrician to fix a globe. What II he
wouldn't come! What if he had told
the warden Of their little scheme!-
and the warden, not the electrician.
would wight his cell tonight? If he
was coming, he surely should be there
now. Why wasn't he? And of
million things might keep him, but
there wasn't one of them could in the
least do his prospects any good. He
was possessed of doubt and apprehen-
sion, and a vague, sinking fright that
he had ever decided on such a daring
plan. II 1t were balked-if they
caught him-he decided it would
mean an additional sentence. More
years Of fruitless yearning, and an al
most unattainable perspective of "his
hearts desire;;" but with this thought,
this possibility, Of quick, certain
vengeance, his pulse quickened and
determined-to-risk-all expression per-
surcease of his cowardly fears of
moment before. He stopped suddenly
in his nervous pacing, the sound Of
footsteps on the Incorporating &C.
ment floor adown the corridor caus-
ing his heart to beat such inboundins
thumps as his highly sensitive mag
nation made him certain would be
heard in the adjacent cells. When they
arrived outside his door and the turn
key inserted his key, its grating in
the iron door aroused the cells occu-
pant, and he jumped up, shielding his
eyes in well-feigned fear, as he ap-
preached tho light.
Good evening, turnkey" and then,
without looking at the other, "'Lo,
Electrician. Come to tx that globe?"
Yeah"
The door swung wide and tho cleo
trician entered and swung his leather
bag on tho cot The turnkey stood
outside for q moment, then turned and
started to pace with slow, even steps
outside the door.
The electrician opened his bag, and
with his right hand took out . heavy
roll Of green-wound wire. It entirely
hid his left hand (furthest from the
cell door,, which hand deftly lifted
something blue and shining and
slipped it under tho mattress
The Job took but q few minutes,
the old wire was pieced. new globe
screwed into the socket. and the cell
lit. With cherries goodnight
the two left, and Porter waited till
their footsteps died away. his power
of inhalation seeming inadequate to
supply greedy lungs.
A Colt, three files and note! He
read 1t, holding it in the palm of his
great hand, with his back to the cell
door.
"Have tip. Cole gone to Los An
geles. Name Of Richard Walker"
That was all. But, 1t was, to the
man who read it, an epistle satisfying
and complete. Slowly his mouth
twisted itself into a terrible smile,
threateeing. hideous. his ewes stared