Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-05-03

street when clown began his antics
in the path of the foreigner. Such tom
foolery, they thought, when suddenly
the clown and the big man were rolling
together on the icy ground. Rough
sport, perhaps, decided the onlookers,
but then It's the spirit of the day.
with a sure eye the prince, his cape
In hand, made appraisal of the distance
that separated him from the struggling
pair, and with three bounds he was
upon the clowns antagonist. The man
tried to cry out; an iron hand stifled
the cry in his throat, drew from his hip
pocket murderous.looking stilletto he
was trying to reach and in a trice had
gagged him. Then over the mans head
went the princes cape, completely en-
veloping the upper part of his body
Who can now say these capes serve no
practical purpose?
Before the foreigner had time to cry
out he was bound, lifted and carried
down the walk of the vacant house to
the rear fence. Here the prince and
the clown paused to take breath, for
they were out of sisnt of the rows of
terraced houses. An old lady in the
next yard startled them by putting her
head over the fence.
"Oh, you rough boysr' she said.
"whateYer is the world coming tor"
I'VE are playing Indian wars" said
the prince ingeniously, for the prisoner
was kicking vigorously. HE is a
Tory"
Boys will be boys, I suppose" said
the woman, and she went back to her
clothesline. The prince and the clown
looked like boys, big boys.
A small gate opened into the alley,
where could be heard the painting of the
motors engine.
Quick. Lars! One more lift and the
Jobs DONE" said the prince, softly.
Half suffocated, the man was thrown
inside the blue limousine. Not an eX-
clamation, not an oath, not sound;
nothing had escaped him from the time
he had been set upon by the clown and
prince. 1t was getting dusk, and coming
down the alley they heard heavy foot
fall, the measured and regular tread of
a watchman. The jig was up. They
were caught in a pocket.
MOI There was one way out. The
alley ran through to Clearfield street.
Keep your headlights Off" whispered
the prince to Lars, now divested of his
clowns suit, land back us down through
the alley. Hurry! / will look out for the
scoundrel. He is bound securely"
An hour later Monte Crispen stood on
the running.board of the blue limousine
in the outskirts of Camden, N. j. He
was grinning from ear to ear.
"Hows your tank, Lars?" he asked.
Full"
"AlI right. now you beat it for Jer.
sey City. You know the road and it's
going to be moonlight. Mr.. Andrews
and Agent wv. yes, the man who was
with us when we had the smash-up on
the West Chester pike will be waiting
in the ferryhouse on the New Jersey
side.J Open her up, Lars. I leave you
here"
And a rather mussed-up prince re-
mained in the middle of the road wait
ing for trolley back to Camden while a
motor ilopped rapidly away from sight
in the direction OF New York.
With the lights of Camden we'll at his
back and an open stretch ahead. Lars
bent low over his wheel, Towns winked
feebly as they rushed past, long bridges
gave out despairing groans; hills and
valleys pitched, tossed and gasped. In
visible from the outside a bundle of
human mystery, harf suffocated in a
princes cape, tied fast between the
doors, rolled despairingly on the floor of
the rocking car.
Full tilt across the sovereign State of
New Jersey whizzed the blue limousine,
an earthly meteor to the man in the
moon.