The Wahpeton times., 1916-11-30

I er. OF course they did not apply to
him. but they reminded her Of him that
was pleasure. She sent the messaee,
being careful to repeat to terminus, for
the words made no sense. Then she
read little and did some crochet
work. and then went out of her little
den to close the door, for the night
was growing quite chilly.
AS Mollie started back for her oper.
ating desk she ao:!csa stray sheet
OF paper lying on the floor. She picked
Il up.
"Why!" she murmured, as she car.
ried it to the light, 'this is the same
sheet of paper those men consulted
so much. Yes, this is the key code to
the funny wire which those men sent.''
Mollie was glad to have something
to break the monotony. She set her
self to work to compare the telegram
with the code. First, it was idle Gu
riosity. Then it became sheer interest
and then-alarm! For this is what the
message. translated, read:
Barney Graf, Browns Hotel,
Bridgetown. v. B. was here. Left on
afternoon train. Is at his regular ho.
tel at BridgetowA. Get him. He has
the evidence with him and it's do him
right or the pen for the gang"
In flash quick, intelligent Mollie
comprehended. The two men who had
sent the telegram had arrived at
Painesville too late to find Vernon.
They had inquired about him and had
learned his destination. They had
wired some accomplice to do what?-
rob Vernon Of the evidence of their
evil doings and to murder him-oh;
that was certain! and Mollie was dis
tracted.
What should she do, what should she
do? How could she warn Vermont
She did not know the hotel he usually
stopped at. Mollie paced the floor in
an agony of apprehension and distress.
She had about made up her mind to
run to the house, half a mile away,
and apprise her brother Herbert Of the
situation when q sudden thought came
to her.
"The very thingl" she cried and
sprang to the telegraph instrument.
Her nimble fingers quivered as she
clicked out the message that might
mean life or death to the man she
loved, according to the dispatch with
which its mandate was executed:
"Jacob Bull, Chief Of Police,
Bridgetown:
Arrest at once Vernon Beardsley, law
yer. staying at some principal hotel in
your city. Hold without bail till ad-
vised. Wanted for burglary.
JOHN CRAWFORD, Marshal.
d. d. l."
Then Mollie sped home. She got her
brother to take her place. waited three
hours and caught the midnight ex-
press for Bridgetown.
II am the daughter of Marshal Craw.
ford Of Painesville," she announced to
the chief Of police, whom fortunately
she found at headquarters. Il came
about the arrest of Vernon Beardsley."
"Yes, he's jugged, and a fine row
he's raising" responded the official and
then stared hard, as, blushing, palpi-
tating, the pretty young miss told her
story.
Barney Graf, eh?" he observed,
pricking up his ears. "That's fine
tip. Browns hotel? Good for you, lit
tie one, you're triumph"
Within an hour Graft and two other
wanted members of the counterfeiting
gang We're behind the bars and the as
founded Vernon Beardsley outside of
them.
"Can you ever forgive me?" meekly
asked the penitent Mollie.
"You glorious girl!" was the ardent
reply. You have saved my life, so it
Is yours for the rest of my days-if it's
worth having" and. promptly and ten
derby, Mollie insisted that it was.