Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1917-09-12


exehnnge-have 70. or no joke Is It
a goT@
The offer vas tempting. but the
driver cannIIy demanded wharton's
name md address before committing
himself Tae card that Bob handed
him put an end to the parley he
wheeled into the side street and re-
moved his long. nickel butfoned coat
and bis battered tile. taking Bob's
broadcloth ana welIbloc6ed hat in re-
turn
''F-irst one o these I ever had on
he checked IF you amt back I'll
take these glad rags 10 Charley Voices
hotel. eaT'
Right The Charievoix. But III be
back" Bob drove away with q parting
flourish OF his whip.
The elevator was in fts place, the
Mailman doing. when Wharton en-
tered the EIegaucia and rang the bell
Of Liias I.Ynn's apartment. Once he
had gained Ambulance little time was
wasted He and 5GerkIe helped Ham
mon to his feet. then each took an arm;
but she exerfion told. ana Jarvis hung
between them ike 8 drunken man,
gray look Of death upon his face.
watch out for the door-man,' Jim
my Knight cautioned for the twentieth
time Make him think you've got q
s0usa
aAreat you coming >alonga" asked
Bob
BUT Jim recoiled. "1IeT No. III
stay ana help Lnas make her get
away"
BferEIe nodded agreement. Don't
let her get out Of your sight, either, un-
derstand? There's ship sailing IN
the morning. See that she's aboard
Jarvis Harmon spoke. - want you
all to know that I'm entirely to blame
and that I did this myself. L1Ias IL
a-g0od girl" The words came Iaborf-
ously, but hIs heavy brows were drawn
down. his jaw was square II was
clumsy. Z might have killed her. But
she's ali right. and I'll be all right, too.
when ( get q doctor. Now put that
pistol Ia my pocket. John. Dc as say.
There. Now I'm ready"
Bob Wharton mounted the box and
drove TO Central PARK West At Sixty
seventh street he wheeled into the
sunken causeway that links the East
aud West sides.
Once IN the shadows. AIerkIe leaned
from the door crying softly. "Fastert
Faster"
Bob whipped up, the horse cantered.
me caD r6eled anG bounced over tb8
cobbsestones, rocking the wounded man
piufuIly.
TO John Herkle the ride was terrible.
with drunkard at the reins and in
his arms q perhaps fatally injured
man who, despite the fortunes OF that
humping carriage interspersed his
gro8ns with cries Of Hurry. hurryp'
When he felt the grateful smootbness
OF Fifth avenue beneath the wheels be
leaned forth q second time and warned
Bob BE careful Of the Waterman in
the block"
The liquor in Bob was dying he bent
downward 70 inquire, us he all right?'
bferk.a nodded, then Withdrew bis
head.
The Harmon residence has changed
owners Of late. but many people recall
its tragic associations and continue 10
point ir ont with interest, It is q mas
sive pile Of gray stone, standing lust
east OF Fifth avenue, and its bronze
doors open upon an exclusive. well
kept side street. Atthe farther corner.
dimly disceruible beneath the radiance
OF a street light. Bob made out the
watchmau, now at the end of his pa
troll. The moment was propid0us;
there could be no further delay.
Bob retned in and leaped from his
box. 1IerEie had the cab door open
and was hojsttng Harmon from his
seat
Have You got the key7" Bob asked.
swiftly
YES. Help me! He's tainted, I
think"
They lifted the half-conscious man
out then with him between them struE-
gled mp the steps; hut Hammon's feet
dragged; he hung very heavy in their
8rn8
MerkIe was not a strong man; be
was painting, and his hands shook as
he fumbled with the lock. The key
escaped him and tinkled upon the
stone
Huuyl Here comes the watch