The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1917-10-05


salary barely sufficient to sustain the
little parsonage and pay the old woman
living at its rear, who kept the house
In order and furnished his meals. The
heroic spirit of the young preacher,
however, had resisted the temptation
of a better-paying charge. He had
made friends, he felt that he was doing
good In the community and he loved
his little flock. They were unable to
do more than they had In d money way.
and he never even limited at the. depri-
walton and hardships he was suffering
for their sakes.
Now fate plays strange freaks with
It's victims. 1t was destiny, clean, pre-
else and circumstantial, that led the
hayward Dan and Lowry on one of
their marauding expeditions to the vi
cinity Of Earlville. They burglarized
a big mansion near the town. Their
loot was opulent, but the sight Of
dark and lonely house In Earlville, the
parsonage, was temptation in their
path to add to their ill-gotten store.
"Easy job, getting In here" OBJ
served Red, as they pulled down the
curtains and lit a lamp.
Doesn't look as If the owner had
much" supplemented Dan, as he
glanced about sparsely furnished sit
ting room, while his companion pro-
ceeded to investigate bureau in the
adjoining sleeping chamber. He came
out, throwing up his hands despair
ingly.
Lets go, Dan," he suggested.
"Darned stockings, mended shirts,
WORKOUT summer underclothing-in
this freezing weather! The mans a
pauper who lives here"
"Look!" suddenly exclaimed Dan,
and pointed to photograph on the
wall. Then he picked up book and
examined its title page. 1t bore the
name: "Alger Trescom."
They stood staring strangely at each
other. "Red," said Dan, In strained
and subdued voice, "we're cadsr'
Worse than that!" observed Red,
and he looked shamed and serious.
TITS the guy who saved us in the city.
What you up to?" he demanded, as his
pal drew from his pocket package
done up in handkerchief, placed it
on a desk and proceeded to write on
a blank paper pad.
"The right thing" answered Dan
shortly. He set the package on the
note. "Come on" he said, "pm bad,
but human"
Returning to his humble home an
hour later, Alger Trescom was fully
astounded to find the note left by Dan.
It read:
"We're the guys you tried to help
in the city. We had just visited an
other place when we struck your joint.
Found out it was yours, and it's against
our principles to work any district
you're in. Return the swag and tell
'em they're safe, If they're friends of
yours"
Opening the handkerchief, Trescom
found diamonds, jewelry, money.
There was an inscription on a brooch.
It had been a gift to "viola, from Her
Loving Father" Trescom followed the
clue. There was a Miss Viola Duane,
the daughter Of wealthy banker, two
miles from the village. He went there
the next day.
1t was the charming Miss Viola her
self who listened to his strange story.
She was glad to recover the jewels. A
keen interest came into her gentle
eyes as the worthiness Of this strug-
Cling philanthropist was made clear
to her.
And lol from that interest II came
about that friendship grew into love,
and Alger Trescom soon had q life
partner whose wealth enabled broad
er scope for the generous qualities of
truly good man.