The Red Cloud chief., 1917-06-21

to the ditch camp. As he walked he
read for the hftieth time something on
the page Of a recent st. Louis paper.
II was under fiaring headlines:
ATTEMPTED MURDER OF BANK
PRECEDENT.
SocIety.leader Cashier Embexxles
100000 and Makes Murderous A.
sault on President.
Lawrenceville, May 1b.-J. Montague
Smith, cashier Of the L~awrenceville Bank
and Trust company, n q leader In the
younger set, IL today a fu-
gitive from Justice with a price on his
head. At q late hour last night the
Waterman of the bank found President
Durham lying unconscious In front Of his
desk. Help was summoned, and Mr.. Dun
ham, who was supposed to be suffering
from some sudden attack Of illness, was
taken to his hotel. Later. It transpired
that the president had been the victim Of
a murderous assault. Discovering upon
his return to the city yesterday evening
hat the cashier had been using the banks
funds In an attempt to cover q stock spec
ulation OF his own. Durham sent for
Smith and charged him with the crime.
Smith made an unprovoked and desperate
assault upon his superior officer, beating
him into insensibility and leaving him for
dead. Since II Is known that he did not
board any OF the night trains east or west,
Smith Is supposed to be In hiding some
where In the vicinity Of the city. A war
rant Is out. and a reward Of $1,000 for his
arrest and detention has been offered by
the bank. It IL not thought possible that
ne escape. II was currently reported
not long since that Smith was engaged to
o prominent young society woman of
Lawrenceville. but this has proved to be
untrue.
He folded the newspaper and put It
In his pocket. The thing was done,
and 1t could not be undone. Having out
himself on the wrong side Of the law,
there was nothing for II now but q
complete disappearance; exile, a
change Of identity, and an absolute
severance with his past.
When he had gone a little distance
he found that the wagon road crossed
the right Of way twice before the con-
struction camp came into view. The
last Of the crossings was at the TEN.
porary' material yard for which the
side track had been installed, and from
this point OIL, the wagon road held to
the river bank. The ditch people were
doubtless getting all their material
over the railroad so there would be lit
tie hauling by wagon. But there were
automobile tracks in the dust, and
shortly after he had passed the mate
rial yard the tramp heard q car com.
Ing up behind him. 1t was a s~ix.cylin-
der roadster, and its motor was miss
ing badly.
Its single occupant was n big, beard
ed man, wearing his gray tweeds as
n to whom clothes were merely a
convenience. He was chewing a black
cigar, and the unoccupied side Of his
mouth was busy at the passing moment
heaping objurgations upon the limp
Ing motor. A hundred yards farther
along the motor gave a %spasmodic gasp
and stopped. When the young tramp
came up, the big man had climbed out
and had the hood open. What he was
saying to the stalled motor was pic
turesque enough to make the young
man stop and grin approximately.
"Gone bad on your" he inquired.
Col. Dexter Baldwin, the Timanyoni's
largest landowner, and a breeder, Of
fine horses who tolerated motorcars
only because they could be driven hard
and were i%nsensate and fit subjects for
abusive language, took his head out
Of the hood.
1.-THE third time this morning." he
snapped. "rd rather drive a team of
wind.broken mustangs, any day in the
yearr
II used to drive a car a while back"
said the tramp. "Let me look her
over"
The colonel stood aside, wiping his
hands on q piece Of waste, while the
young man sought for the trouble. 1t
was found presently IN a loosened
magnetic wire; found and cleverly cor
rected. The tramp went around in
front and spun the motor, and when II
had been throttled down. Colonel Bald
win had his hand In his pocket.
THAT'S something like" he said.
1.-THE garage nan said 1t was carbon.
You take hold as II you knew how.
| What's your feer
The tramp shook his head and smiled
good-naturedly.
Nothing; for a bit Of neighborly
help like that"
The colonel put his coat on and In
the act took a better measure of the
stalwart young fellow who looked like
a hobo and talked and behaved like q
gentleman.
"You are hiking out to the damn" he
asked brusquely.
II am headed that way, yes" was
the equally crisp rejoinder.
"Hunting a jobf"
"Just that"
"What sort Of a jobr
anything that may happen to be II
sight"
"That mean a pick and shovel or q
wheelbarrow on a construction lob
But there isn't much ONCE work.
The tramp looked up quickly.