Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-10-11


this evening. I brought it along"
Jack took the note and left. Mrs
Regan, little disappointed at no
being taken further into his conf.
dence. turned in the other direction
When she was out OF sight, JACK
stopped under street lamp and ex-
amined what she had given him.
1t was cheap. flimsy envelope
much soiled. The address was
scrawled in an illiterate hand. He
opened it, and this was what he
read:
Jack Norman:
1--WE don't call you dear sir. be-
cause this amt no friendly letter. We
know all about you. We're the gang
what croaked old Silas clyde. and
We're going to get you next, see:
You needn't think you're going ty be
let to blow in his tainted money. Yo,
millionaires are dirty disgrace, and
weh.e going to rid the country or you
You can't hide away from us. We
Are everywhere. Gun, knife, bomt
or dope: it's all the same to us. AND
If you show this to the police you'll
only get yours quicker.
The Red Gang"
Jacks young face turned grim. "Sc
it's begun" he thought well, Tn
just as glad they didn't keep me ir
suspense. I'm ready to start Wei
see who's got the best set of Wits
CHAPTER VII.
Jack. forbidden the refuge of his
own little room. continued to wall
the streets. while he debated how
best to meet the complicated situa-
ton that faced him. Stumbling u,
last on Bryant Park in his wander
ings, he dropped on' n bench His
eyes moved sightlessly over the scene
before him.
Once the newspaper guys get hold
of me, and print my picture on the
front page, I'm a marked man." he
was thinking. II couldn't walk dowr
the street then. without q crowd fol
lowing. 1t would be cinch for this
gang to keep tab on me. and fat
chance I'd have of getting anything
on them. So I've got to keep out OF
the papers II can. That's decided
But it's not going to be 30 easy
For the more of a mystery l make
of myself the hotter they'll get or
my trail. A paper like the Sphere
I suppose, would spend a hundred
thousand to run me down. What
ought to do Is to get some harmless
young fellow to take the part OF Jack
Norman. while l lie low and do m,
work"
WHO could get in our gang
There's Bill Endicott: good fellow
but too much of a talker, specially
with girl. He'd never do. There's
Joe WelIand. he's close enough-hu,
too thick. He couldn't take a par,
any more than bronze statue. rhe,
say Stan Larkin and look alike. He
might do. No! He's too hard head
ed. He wouldn't do what I wanted
It's too risky anyhow to let one Of
the gang In on this. The others
would have to know. I'd better keer
away from them for the present"
Jacks reflections were interrupted
by an appeal from alongside: SAY
fella, can you helpla fella to a meal:
He became aware for the first tha,
he shared the bench with another
1t was n fat youth Of about his owr
age with an expression at once pitc.
GUS and absurd. There il bound te
Ee something ludicrous in the spec.
tacle Of a fat beggar. Chubby cheeks
were designed to wear a good ma
tured smile The shame faced IooL
that accompanied the appeal did not
suggest the professional beggar III
this case.
Jack had reached the point where
he was glad of diversion. His
thoughts had begun to chase them.
selves in circles. Whats the trouble
Boz" he asked in friendly fashion.
Down on my luck, that's all. Tn
an actor. Got a job to walk on il