The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1919-04-24
HELEN'S CRIMINAL
BY MARTIN O'NEIll.

In the paper. IL seems to me the whole
world ought To he rich II people get
the money offered for criminals lost
persons and stolen jewelry. Here's ID
man wanted Out In Ohio for killing two
men and robbing bank. There's q
thousand dollars reward for him.
wish we could get IT, don't your
"Wish NJ" sighed Aimee. crumbing
the little table and setting down
three saucers Of pudding. ayes. do"
The sisters looked at each other and
then al Bob. who was too busy hunting
for fat raisins to bother with the no
tons OF big girls. His recent illness
had left him with an appetite even
more remarkable than before. and he
was the strongest. healthiest looking
boy In the world-Only against the
rocker leaned crutch. That was why
the girls had the same thought. A
thousand dollars would do so much!
II wonder" Helen went back to the
paper. 'how people catch criminaisf
Here's his picture and description. 1--WE
feet eleven inches high, dark brown
hair. gray eyes. weight one hundred
and seventy-three pounds. They think
he Is In this city"
"But that might he anybody" put
In Aimee.
"Just wait minute" went on Helen.
Triangular scar on left side Of chin,
square jaws. mole on back of right
hand"
"Tll put on my hat when the dishes
are done. He'd be hard to miss now"
laughed her sister.
The train was full the next evening
when Helen got on. However. she
managed to squeeze into a small space
In the foremost seat that faced the
other passengers.
Down the aisle rows of commuters
were buried In the evening papers and
Helen studied the passengers with In
terest. finding diversion In the fact that
most of them looked as tired as she
felt. Then suddenly she gave gasp
of amazement. for her eyes had discov-
cred q face that somehow looked famil-
lar. On a firm chin. between two
sQuare-set jaws. was a triangular scar
that showed an angry red against an
otherwise rather pale complexion.
Helen's eyes Ieaped from one feature
to the other-gray eyes. brown hair,
rather tall. she judged. There was
no mistake about IL; she had found
him.
"Oh, Bobby" her thoughts few to
her brother, 'won't II be wonderful II
we get the reward and take you out
to Doctor Taylor. where you can have
proper treatment?"
Suddenly Helen realized that hei
prey was looking at her. She darted
quick glance at him. then away, burn
ing a furious red at her folly, for the
man. discovering further interest on
her part in himself and his belongings.
smiled amusedly.
And then fate. upon whom she had
called, came to her aid most gloriously
albeit bit roughly. There was
grinding and splintering Of glass and
something hit Helen on the back of the
head Things went out for awhile, and
when her senses came back she was
outside somewhere In the snow. Then
she realized that a man was trying to
make her swallow something. After
that her head cleared rapidly and she
tried to sit up.
That's splendid !" said the man. EDO
you think you can stand? II you tell
me where you live we can get you
home"
lynn u a n
thing. realized that her benefactor was
the criminal.
"Thank you" she said steadily. 81
guess | am able to go now II the
car Is ready. Wont-wont you come
too?"
81 was going to ask you II I might"
And In q few minutes they were al
her door. won't you come in and get
warm?" asked Helen. The time had
come for the grand coup.
Helen led him into the living room.
Then. excusing herself for minute.
she went out and locked the door.
Aimee and Bobbie had heard and
were In the hall.
ash" whispered Helen. "rve got
him-the murderer-he's In the living
room. Think Of It'll I'm going to tele-
phone for the police right away"
But while the girls were at the
phone Boobies curiosity got the bet
ter of him. He went quietly to the
door, turned the key and stuck In his
head.
"How did you kill them bothT he
asked curiously. us that the money!
nodding toward the bag.
1.-THE man laughed. do you think
I'm Captain Kidd7 Come here. little
man."
"No. but sister said you were the
man the papers told about. and she
needed the reward. She'll be sorry"
"rm afraid she will. But don't
try to kill people. It's my business to
patch them up. help little boys like
you to throw away their crutches."
"What's your namer asked Bobbie.
Marshall J. Taylor. at your service.