The Goldfield news and weekly tribune. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1911-1947, 1917-10-27
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|. THE HOME GUARD

BY EARL e e sILvERs.

organized Doris Brown was inclined to
be critical.
at will never do me any good or
you. either" she told Pete Alberts, one
Of the high p~rivates in the ear
ranks. 81 don't see why in the world
you wanted to join"
II didn't want to, exactly" Pete
FASTENED to assure her. But I felt
that the city needed protection.
"Humphl A lot of protection you
could give us. What do you have to
dor"
my especial duty is to guard the
approach over the East Milton avenue
bridge" Pete explained with dignity.
"As % as a m comes / am to
seize my revolver, club, badge, flash
light and whistle and beat it to the
bridge. Then I am to refuse to let any
one enter the city until 1 receive Or
ders from police headquarters.
Doris smiled ever so family.
"Why did they give you the Milton
avenue bridge?" she asked.
Because it's only five minutes from
my house. And they probably knew
that I had IN especial grudge against
someone living on the other side"
81 suppose you mean Jim?'
"You supposed right. Are you going
to let me come to see you tomorrow
night?"
II can't; someone else is coming"
"Jim, 1 suppose"
"You supposed right" Doris smiled
mockingly.
When Pete went home that evening
he smiled happily. Something seemed
to tell him that he was going to see
Doris within t~wenty-four hours. To
be perfectly frank, Pete had received
inside information that the Home
Guard was to be called out the next
night, and a plan had entered his mind
which argued Ill for Jim Stone.
The inside information proved to be
correct, for at exactly 1880 of the eve
ming in question Pete received Il tele-
phone call to report at once ut his
station. He seized his gun and other
paraphernalia and joyfully departed
upon his mission.
1t was a dark night and the bridge
was hidden in the shadows. For 20
minutes Pete sat upon the iron railing
waiting for someone to approach.
Finally his patience was rewarded.
Halt !" he cried.
The approaching figure halted.
"What's up?" he asked wOnderingly.
I'm a member of the home guard
and I've been instructed not to let any
n pass until l receive further orders.
You'll have to go back"
The light of understanding came
suddenly to the challenged party.
"Oh, hello, Pete" he said. "Tm
Jim Stone"
II don't are if you're President Will
son. You can't pass" Pete said.
But you know me. I'm not a Ger
man spy or anything"
81 didn't say you We're. But I'm u
police officer now, and orders are or
ders."
you're crazy, Pete" he exclaimed.
irritably. you're not supposed to hold
up people you know"
lLul > lOT IHc W Suy. cue tOoh Il
step forward. you'll have to go back
home" he announced.
But I've got an engagement, l tell
you"
"Where?"
THAT doesn't concern you ut all"
Pete wondered for u moment.
ut looks rather suspicious to me-"
he announced finally; you want to go
into town but you won't tell me why"
"If l tell you where 1 want to go
will you let me pass?" he asked.
Pete shook his head.
Jim thought evil thoughts. Finally
he spoke again.
"Are o still going or with this
farce?" he demanded.
"Yep."
81 suppose I'll have to go back then? ?"
Eyes, l guess you WILL"
Without a word Jim Stone turned
around and retraced his steps home
ward. Pete breathed Il sigh of relief.
He waited anxiOusly for ten minutes,
and then a figure appeared from the
direction of the town. 1t was the
squad sergeant.
"All right" he announced. You kin
go back now. Every member of the
squad reported"
Pete ran all the way home, and when
he had recovered his breath he picked
up the telephone.
"Give me 1861" he said.
Doris answered his call.
"No," she announced, "Jim hasn't
come, and it's nine o'clock. If you
hurry right over you may take his
place"
Peter hurried right over
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