The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1916-03-02

and the cub was fairly dancing with
excitement. He was very young and
very new on the paper, and he rec.
ognized a chance to make some OF
the old horses admit he was some re-
porter. He meant to make a great
story out Of this. 1t would be a
crackeriack, scoop, and who could
tell but what-his Imagination
trailed off into the clouds.
This looks bad for you" the SER
geant was telling Tug sociabIy, as
he entered him. 81 suppose you
know we have the goods on you on
the Kiernan job, too don't you?"
Have you?" asked Tug imper-
turbably.
The sergeant smiled to himself.
That had been wild shot of his
and he knew there was no use try
ing to bluff Tug Ferguson anyway.
Besides, Tugs attention was obvious
ly engrossed with something outside
of his capture. Something was wor-
rying him badly. 1t was not long
coming to the surface.
Say" he wanted to know with
sudden impulsiveness Couldn't some
O. you guys kinda look out for my
wife an kid? They're starvin'.
That's why I'm here tonight. was
tryin' to lift something SOS / could
gem 'em some eats. l couldn't get
no job" He stopped abruptly, look
ing rather wildly about at the un-
friendly faces. "Its straight goods"
he resumed defensively. 81 don't give
d-n about myself, but Evelyn
an the kid, L"
The sergeant smiled skeptically.
He had heard that before. Mitchy
laughed insultingly. Then he broke
himself.
"I'll see to your wife. l had 'er
before you did" he lied with an ugly
leer.
Before this the cub had begun to
vaguely sense that there was some
thing beneath the surface here. The
personal enmity of Billy Mitchy had
made itself apparent on more than
one occasion, so he was not sur
prised. Neither was he shocked
when Tug made a wild lunge at his
tormentor. He couldn't hit him,
manacled as he was, but he startled
him into jerking out a large pink
bordered silk handkerchief he had
been nonchalantly lingering. With
it came a small gold locket and chain.
1t tumbled to the floor before he
could recover 1t, and the nearest po-
liceman picked it up. Mitchy's face
paled, and he made nervous move
to reclaim it. "Hello," said the Of
ficer in startled tone, whats this?
Its got the monogram JCK on it.
Amt that the letters on the locket
Mrs. Kiernan said was stole?"
"What?" said the sergeant sharp
ly. Let me have look at i'll" He
took it, and after searching among
some papers, presently called the
Kiernan number. Meanwhile Nit
chy had lost his head completely.
He was too taken by surprise to
think Of plausible lie. and his face
was study in confusion. He was
fairly caught in his own trap. When
he thought attention was directed
away from him for an instant he
made dive for the door, but the
cub was clumsily in his way, and be-
fore he could knock him down, he
was seized from behind, and brought,
struggling and protesting, to the
desk, where the iron bracelets were
slipped on his wrists.
whats your address Mitchy?"
snapped the sergeant authoritively.
He muttered an answer. SIS that
correct?" the sergeant demanded of
the cub. "Yes," suffered that round
eyed individual.
hC oCi 5CuuI pAOCCCuCd W HIllS
something on piece of paper, which
he showed over the desk. Here
you," he said to an officer who stood
near; "You and M'Ginnis take a run
out there and look this guys lodg-
ings over. Here's list of the Kier-
nan stuff. Get hustle on you too,
Mr.. Kiernan'll be here before you
get back if you don't"
Mitchy was dragged away, sullen,
vengeful, but badly scared, and the
cub stepped up to Tug.
Say" he began awkwardly,
WAS that really straight about
about the wife and kid? I'd--I'd
kind of like to-to--help out if I
could"
Tug looked at him, surprised.
Then his face lighted up "It sure
isl" he said wistfully, can I'd
Where can find 'em?" interrupt
ed the cub hastily.
"91O Quimby Street, upstairs, an
he said simply.
holding out one shackled hand.
"All right" returned the cub,
grasping it. Don't worry about
them, they'll be taken care Of" and
he was gone.
We shall not take time to go into
the details of the finding of the Kier-
nan loot in Mitchy's room. nor of
the cubs really throbbing ''heart-in-
terest" story of the red haired girl
who watched chubby. sleening hahy