Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1916-02-12

ElAGNtG OCT AuG 8dS OU DSoN aild
Jabbed Hutch In the Eye.
highly polished boot which assisted the
missing heir into the hall.
The fathead!' painted Mr.. Walling-
ford to Mr. Daw as they slammed the
door
They found Mr. Hutch regarding
them with widening eyes as they CON
fronted him, and the upper lip of Mr..
Hutch was lifted, revealing two rows
of snarIing white teeth.
Its a frameupI charged Percy ex-
citedly. "You get me to draw all this
money so you could take me to South
America and skin me-"
"Solne guess" admitted Wallingford.
as Blackie slipped the bolt Of the door
But this amateur double crosser gum
med the schedule
Now, look here, Perez Blackie
stepped briskly up to the desk. ",rhe
first thing you're to remember is not
to holler, or you'll get us all pinched.
Where's that bagy
Between his feetT called Walling-
ford, peering through the opening Of
the desk, and Blaclie and Mr.. Hutch
bobbed down at the same time. They
laid hold on the black bag beneath
the desk from opposite sides, and pull
ed and hauled.
Suddenly Hutch stopped the strug-
gle with a loud "Huhw for Jim Wal
lingford had pulled Percy's knees from
under him and had sat on him.
Blackie threw back his raven locks
as he rose with the bag and set it on
the desk, at the same time jabbing
Hutch in the eye as he started to rise.
How much will we give him. Jim?"
"0h, the tickets and couple of thou
sand," considered WaIlingford, and a
shrill splutter came from beneath the
desk.
LET him up" advised Blackie. HE
hasn't breath enough to scream"
Percy rose with his hands on his
stomach and gasped violent objections
until Blackie pushed him gently back
In his chair.
Rush, Percy" he admonished; I;
we're saving you from further crime.
You've been betraylng sacred trust,
Percy, and we're removing temptation
from you"
YES" agreed ]. Rufus, looking
down at him sympathetically. "See
how well Off you can be, in place Of In
jail, where you belong. You can go to
South America and lead a better and
more useful life. How much is in the
bag. BlackicY
Just a minute" begged the new
trustee of the Lundy estate and fin-
ished counting the neat little packs of
big bills. "Fifty-six thousand six hun
dred odd. jim"
Give him $1,000 and the bag" gen.
erously decided WalIngford.
'Tll have you crooks pinchedr'
shrieked Percy.
Don't aggravate us, you cheap en-
bezzler," scorned Wallingford. "You
can't identify money. and you can't
prove that we took this. All you'll get
If you raise a holler is an investigation,
and any honest jury would know that
you charged us with the theft in fee
ble attempt to hide your own. They'd
soak you fifteen years Why, we'd
help send you over, you hollow mutt
Give him $1,000, Blackie"
"Damn 1t, Wallingford"
"Three thousand. Rlackie." And
Percy Hutch closed his lips tightly f,N
fear he might say more
"Do not be harsh, Jimmy" grinned
Blackle He had been looking down
thoughtfully into the bag. He took
out the Warden $4,000 and wrapped
the money in a newspaper; he took out
$4,000 for the expense fund and slip.
ped 1t in his pocket; then he dropped
the steamer tickets in with what was
left Il prefer even money" he ex.
planned. Percy gets Onions share
Jim. l don't like the missing heirs
work It's rough stuf|
IAnother adventure next wesk.l