Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-06-16
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Il can't take this" stammered Cor
don. You have done too much for me
already"
You. can. and you must answered
June firmly. You don't know how
much you may need it, nor how soon
Since you insist we'll call it loan.
said Gordon, reluctantly pocketing the
| money-"and thank you a million
times"
With a hurried handshake and good
by June disappeared. Gordon looked
about for his driver, who presently
slouched into view, half asleep. Evil
IDENTIFY he had found the grass very
soothing and comfortable to his rheu-
matte old bones.
Time to drive on, my son. said Cor
don.
All right. boss" yawned the driver.
"Jes' soon's 1 crank 'er up"
Then he ambled around to the front
of the cab and began to turn the crank.
AS the engine started to buzz hopefully,
Gordon, still nervous and on the look
out, saw and recognized a plain-clothes
detective, who was running toward the
cab.
1t took Gordon barely a second TO leap
to the steering wheel, knock the sleepy
driver to one side and send the car for
ward.
The plain-clothes man was just too
quick for him, however, and managed
to leap onto the running board as the
machine moved Off
Gordon put the car at full speed, and
thanked his stars that he was ambi-
dextrous Steering a bit wildly with his
left hand, he suddenly leaned out on
the other side and struck the scrambllng
policeman fercely in the stomach. Inc
officer doubled up, but held on like
mountain goat.
1t was a more or less even fight as
each man had but one arm free, and
neither could use his legs to any ad-
vantage.
There was no chance for science; none
for a clean, effective blow The fighters
beat at each other in futile. awkward
fury.
The cab swirled and cavorted, but
there were no park policemen to be seen'
and the plain-clothes man could not take
time to draw out his whistle.
But he did get out his revolver, pres
emily, and was about to level 1T at MS
quarry, when Gordon Tented and drove
his clenched fist into his foes throat
Just below the point of the jaw.
1t was the first good blow Of the whole
scrimmage. And it did it's work. The
detective reeled backward, trod on thin
air and catapulted into the road, where
he landed on his head and one shoulder.
There Gordon left him, with never a
look back. His whole thought was CEN
tered upon getting far enough away SO
that he might safely leave the cab with
out fear of being tracked down.
Finally, nearing a park entrance ne
slowed to a normal pace, and then
Stoned. No one seemed to notice him,
so he got out quickly, and leaving the
mark. made for the downtown district.
1,0 n ic ho rH- Il.
and he felt that as long as it was IN
existence, even though it was in his own
nossession, his liberty was more or less
in danger The next step must be To
get rid of 1t.
Inst then he passed by vacant lot,
and he saw what he needed most-'a
bonfire!
Tearing the receipt into tiny pieces.
he threw them on the fire and watched
them burn until every scrap had van
ished into unacceptable ashes.
Then he gave a long sigh of relief,
SQUARED his shoulders to the world, and
continued on his way.
Is it strange that his thoughts should
turn to June, the girl who had done SO
much for him? He would have been
less jubilant if he could have guessed
the new complications in which she was
Just then entangled.
After leaving Gordon in the park, June
had gone straight home and upstairs
to her boudoir There were still signs
of the hurried return to town--an
empty trunk, and some articles of cloth
ing lying around and she wondered idly
what Mary had been about, not to put
the room in better shape.
June never liked a messy room, 50
she went right on into her "den, before
taking off her hat.
With a sigh of relief, and smile,
she took the package of bank notes out
of her dress. A dreamy look-a very
sweet look-came into her eyes as she
thought how much good that money was
going to do. In her mind was. vivid
picture of the Woodworking men in
Farwell's foundry, whose cooperative
profits" had been taken away from
them
They shall have their money. lust
the same" she said to herself. eff /
was stealing when took it, it was in a
good cause-and | cannot believe that l.
was really stealing, for the money did
not belong to Mr.. Farwen. 1t belongs
to those poor men-and they are going
to have it,
With the dreamy smile still lighting
her face, June stood lost in happy
thought, when suddenly she heard
Mary's familiar footsteps, and her look
changed to one of alarm.
She thrust the papers into the nearest
hiding place--a table drawer and just