Evening star., 1923-02-04

full length Of the yard, from the
street to the alley. there was one long
swath OF moved grass, and but one,
though ii was perfect. Particularly
as the trail Of fugitive it was per-
feet. and led straight to the alley,
which, being paved with brick. Of
fered TO the searchers the complete
baffiement of a creek TO the blood
hound. A brick alley shows no trace
OF a reversed lawn-mower hurrring
over 1t. yet nothing was clearer than
that such a hurrying must have taken
place. For Arthur T. De Morris was
gone. and so was the lawn-mover.
"Mr. Pinney'll laugh at me. I guess.
too" Mrs Pinney said, swallowing.
as she stood with Tilly. staring at
the complete vacancy Of the brick
alley
"Yes'm. he will" said Tilly, and
laughed again. little harshly.
The fugitive, already some blocks
distant, propelled the mower before
him, ard went so openly through the
streets. in the likeness of an honest
| toiler seeking lawns to NOV. that he
had to pause and decline several offers
on his hurried way He took note of
| these opportunities. however, remem-
| bering the friend he was on his way
to see; and. after some difficulty.
finding him in a negro poolroom, prof
| fered him the lawn-mover in ex-
| change for IS, spot cash.
T amt got it," replied Bojus. faccid
| upon a bench II ain feeiin' like
cuttin' nobody's grass today. nowhow,
an besides I'm goin' stay right here
until coast clear. Mamie ain foun'
out who make all her trouble. cause
| I climb out the window while she
was engage kickin' on cellar do; but
neighbors say she mighty s'picious
who twas. I don need no lawn-mo'
| in 4 poolroom."
| We'll, you amt soin' to stay in no
poolroom forever; you got to git out
and earn yur livin' some time" Tuttle
urged him. Every man that's got the
gumption of man. he's got to do
that And upon Bojus' lifeless ad-
mission of the truth of this statement
| the bargaining began. 1t ended with
Bojus' becoming the proprietor of the
| lawn-mover and Tuttle's leaving the
poolroom in possession OF everything
In the world that Bojus had owned.
except hat, a coat. pair of trousers.
a shirt, two old shoes and four safety
pins. The spoil consisted Of IS cents
| in money, half of a package Of bent
| cigarettes. a pair of dice, mouth
organ" and the peculiar diamond
ring.
This latter Mr.. Tuttle placed upon
his little finger, and as he walked
along he regarded it with some
pleasure; but he decided to part with
| it, and carried 1T to a pawnshop he
knew, having had some acquaintance
ship with the proprietor in happier
days. He entered the place with a
polite air, removing his hat and bow
ing. for the shop was prosperous
one.
'"Golly!" said the proprietor, who
| happened to be behind the counter
instructing a new clerk. Il believe
it's old George, the hackman!"
That's who, Mr.. Breitman," Tuttle
responded. 'Manys the cold night
| used to drive YOU all over town
and"
Never mind, George" the pawn
broker interrupted crisply. you
payin me just a social call, or you got
some business you want to do?"
Business" said Tuttle. 'If the
truth must be told, Mr.. Breitman,
got a damon ring worth somewhere
along about five or six thousand dol.
lars, don't know which" 80.
Breitman laughed. "oh, you got
ring worth either flve or six thousand
you don't know which and so you
come in to ask me to settle it. Is tina,
it,"
yes l don't want to hook her;
Jest want to git notion about wha,
iI ought to ast IL ever decide to sell
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