The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1916-07-30
(The Marvellous Story, Hitherto Unpublished
From Which the Pathe Photoplay of
the Same Name Was Made)

meaning of this sudden tug at her
clothing, the alert-eyed Peggy
O'Mara made an apparently maniacal
spring for that astounded young
womans throat. For Peggy had long
since learned the meaning of guard
rails and the menace of high powered
machinery.
With quick jerk of her thin
young fingers Peggy tore the cape
free where it was already straining
against the white column of its wear
er's throat. And with a movement
equally quick she dragged the woman
IN black away from the whirling
wheels. even before young Arson APP
plewaithe, with a belated shout of
warning, sprang for the control lever
of the machine itself.
1t was not until Margory Golden
saw the iron teeth of the cog wheels
swallowing up the last Of her vanish
ing cape that any inkling Of her dan
ger came home to her. And even then
she could not quite understand the
horror on young Applewaithe's face.
by Jove, that was lucky!" gasped
shaft belt off the pulley and brought
the machine to a stop.
And then Margory realized what it
all meant. An unkempt factory girl
had saved her from death.
Margory Golden stepped back and
leaned against a guard rail. Then,
after looking studiously at the slat-
tern and slightly abashed figure of
her deliverer, she opened her pocket
book and from it took out two or
three neatly folded bank notes. These
she held smilingly out to the girl
with the broken toed shoes. "a
But a quick flash spread over the
usually colorless cheeks of Miss
Peggy O'Mara as she backed deter
minedly away from the bills.
L don't want your money" an
rounced the sullen-eyed girl, putting
her hands behind her. But already
young Applewaithe was discreetly
doing his best to pilot his visitors
away from the scene.
Money does them no good, you
know" explained that aff1uent young
man. And I think you'll be interested
IN seeing our macerating vatsi"
Peggy O'Mara stared after the de-
parting group. So intently did she
stare after them that she was obliv-
armed man who had been STOPPING low
Il 1T H.,
ing its oil cups. He crept out to where
a small gold locket had dropped from
Margory Goldens neck during the
encounter. He caught it up from the
oil-stained floor, looked at it for one
short moment, and then slipped it tri-
umphantly into his pocket. After
that he stood behind his machine, we'll
out of sight, watching the fair-haired
girl in black as she stepped out
through the factory door. His eyes, as
he watched her, were both calculating
and sinister. But the pallid- faced girl
standing SO close beside him had no
means Of knowing that this preoc-
cupied and stoop-shouldered workman
who had lost his right hand was Jules
Legas long known to his enemies as
the Iron Claw.
That mysterious one-armed man,
however, was destined to become bet
ter acquainted with Peggy O'Mara
than she imagined. For that night,
when the uneasy-minded girl knew
her father to be once more shut up in
his cellar workroom. the girl was fur
Their disturbed by the sound of
stealthy steps across the bare wooden
floor of her home. She tiptoed out
through the door, crossed to the cell
lar steps, and crept silently down into
the darkness.
There, vaguely outlined against the
door cracks in the wall shielding her
father, she could make out a stealth
lily inquisitive figure. And she knew
that figure could mean no good to the
house of O'Mara.
She crept as silently up the broken
steps again, went to her fathers time
worn tool chest and from it took out a
somewhat rusty but ominous-looking
revolver.
The thin-armed girl with the thick
bodied revolver then crept back to-
ward the cellar. She had reached the
top of the stairs when she saw a dark
figure slowly emerge from the gloom.
She stood there. with her jaw set and
her six-shooter leveled, waiting for the
intruder.
Then a gasp of surprise broke from
her lips, for she saw it was the one
armed workman from the Apple
waithe factory. And the next mo-
ment she remembered that this was
the same man who had tried to rob
her father of his work. And she no
longer hesitated.
Get out O. this house!' she COM
manded. And get out quick, or I'll
put hole clean through you!"
Listen to me" persisted Legar as
he backed through the door: you're
doing your father more harm at
this very moment than l could ever
do him."
'Ill take me chance on that" was
her retort.
But you're losing your chance;
you're"
Legar did not complete that SEN
tence Instead. he leaped suddenly
toward the girl with the f1rearn, for
he had noticed her dress sleeve catch