The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1917-06-15

however; and five minutes later he had
regained the road and was on his way
to the ditch camp. AS he walked he
read for the fiftieth time something on
the page Of a recent st. Louis paper.
1t was under aaring headlines:
ATTEMPTED MURDER OF BANK
PRESIDENT.
soeIety-Leader Cashier Embezzles
$f0O, 900 and Makes Murderous A.
sauIt on President.
Lawrenceville, May 15.-J. Montague |
Smith cashier Of the Lawrenceville Bank |
and Trust company, and leader In the
Lawrenceville younger set. Is today fu-
gitive from Justice with price on ms
head. At = late hour last night the
watchman 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. II transpired
that the president had been the victim OF
| a murderous assault. Discovering upon
his return to the city yesterday evening
| that the cashier had been using the bank
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 1t 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. 1t IL not thought possible that
| he can escape. 1t was currently reported
not long since that Smith was engaged to
Of
Lawrencevtlle, 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 put
himself on the wrong side Of the law,
there was nothing for it now but q
complete disappearance; exile, q
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 tenn
porary material yard for which the
side track had been installed, and from
this point on, the wagon road held to
| tAC AANCA DuAAs Auc uAlCA pCOPlc WCIc
; 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 a car com.
J ing up behind him. 1t was a six-cylin.
der roadster, and its motor was miss.
ing badly.
: Its single occupant was q big, beard
: ed. man, wearing his gray tweeds as
one to whom clothes were merely @
: convenience. He was chewing black
cigar, and the unoccupled 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 spasmodic gasr
and stopped. When the young tramp
2 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
1 man stop and grin appreciatively.
"Gone bad on you?" he inquired.
Col. Dexter Baldwin, the Timanyoni's
largest landowner, and breeder OF
fine horses who tolerated motorcars
only because they could be driven hare
and were insensate and At subjects fol
abusive language. took his head out
of the hood.
"The third time this morning" hi
r snapped. "Td rather drive a team OF
wind-broken mustangs, any day In the
: year!"
Il used to drive a car a while back
said the tramp. LET me look hel
. over"
The colonel stood aside, wiping his
, hands on a piece Of waste, while the
young man sought for the trouble, II
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 1t
had been throttled down, Colonel Bald
} win had his hand in his pocket.
That's something like" he said.
The garage man said it was carbon.
You take hold as If you knew how.
What's your fee?"
The tramp shook his head and smiled
good-naturedly.
Nothing; for a bit of peighborly
help like that"
The colonel put his coat on, and In
the act took better measure of the
stalwart young fellow who looked like
a hobo and talked and behaved like a
gentleman.
You are hiking out to the DAMP" he
asked brusquely.
Il am headed that way, yes," was
the equally crisp rejoinder.
Hunting job?"
"Just that"
| "What sort Of q jobr
Anything that may happen to be in