The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1923-02-18
Tex Damon% Cupid Pythias

homes stood a two-story pink sandstone
structure of architecture easily identifying
it as county courthouse. The main road
ran east of this building, which stood alone,
except for a squat, one-story building of
gray stone fifty yards further north-the
jail, effectually hidden from the village by
the court house. ''Turn here" shouted the
deputy, indicating dim road leading toward
the rear of the jail, and = moment later
they stopped at the rear entrance of this
edifice, seemingly empty and unguarded.
"Tote him in," came the order-it was
an order, not request, as the horseman
dismounted. They carried the headache VIC,
tim, now groaning and cursing incoherently,
through low back door INTO dark in
terror. "Put him on yon bed" demanded
the official. "Now go on through to tn
front office, whilst patch this Teller up
an'-an' lock him up" Without answer
but with strong misgivings they moved as di-
rected, only few steps, when they heard a
door clang shut and a lock turned
Trapped observed Cupid. Lets look
for an out Hurriedly but quietly they
passed to further room, only to find 1t
another of the series of connected cells.
There was no "out." Slipping back to the
locked door through which they had arrived
they saw their jailer disappearing through
the outside door with a tin buket in his hand.
Then came the squeak of a well wheel some
where in the rear. Again they explored the
front and found something Mr.. Deputy didn't
know about his own jail. 1t was evidently a
LONE cd ard o,ad bod
long time since that window had been in
spected. The masonry around the bars
invited attack. Without further words both
men laid hands upon the same bar, braced
knees against the wall and strained. In a
heap, with mortar and broken rock shower
{ ing in their faces, they struck the floor,
bounded up, grabbed second bar as near
the lower end as they could group their
four hands and the performance was re-
peated. Then they paused. Cupid stepped
over and began to rattle the rusty portal
he howied at the top of his voice. Again
giving it good shake, he turned, gave the
Judge 'leg-up' and steered him through
the hole. A smothered curse came from
the rank growth of prickly weeds under the
window, then His Honor's face appeared at
the opening With considerable effort and
grunting he dragged Cupid through. Pausing
but an instant to get breath, they began an
Indian sneak around the building and were
soon rewarded by the sound of low voices.
Crouching under a barred window they
heard:
Easy thar; muh haid hurts somethin'
pow'ful. I'm goin' t. git tibet fat Teller
for this yere."
"Never mind them. / got 'em locked up.
Tend to 'em muhse'f later. Fust thing, git
you patched up SOS yuh en- ride. We gotta
ride like hell"
Around the corner came the Nemesis
Twins. As the deputy stepped out for
look around both mounted him at once.
What followed was real fight. At the
attack Mr.. Deputy grabbed for his gun and
tried to leap back into the room. Seized
around the waist in q constructor grip, he
could neither draw the weapon nor for b
moment, while it was being stripped from
him, release the hand that reached for it.
The resultant pile consisted of: one long,
lean deputy, attached to which was one
short, pink person in Palm Beach clothes,
and the entire heap was crowned with =
large dark person, who buried his fist in
every portion Of the deputy momentarily
exposed. Weakly and uncertainty the sore
head arose from his couch of pain and took
chips. He cursed fluently for one in his
added condition and sought to stomp" hts
combined enemy with his high-heel boots.
His aim being bad, his first effort scored
only ON the accomplish he sought to aid.