Evening star., 1925-09-06

that is-he had visited Linford. He
had seen Eb Sears emerge from the
bank and cross the street. He had
not been interested. Later he had
seen Ann and Violet appear and go
into Eb Sears's shop. He was con-
scious of a certain tenseness in her
manner of which she herself was un-
aware. But it was not until Violet
had come to stop at the factory
entrance, at the other end of Main
street, that an idea had struck him.
The skirts got the COIN" he had
gasped. 5000 .,.-
Ann-had seen Chelsea. She had had
to pass within a few feet of him. And
he was an awful looking creature to
pass while carrying almost $4,000
But she had promptly forgotten him
until
II don't know what the world is
coming to-" her mother had remarked
when Ann had arrived home that
night.
They've held up an automobile
over in Eastboro and got away with
another pay ROLL
Another pay roll robbery" Ann
had gasped.
IT'S in the paper-read it while I
set the table"
A Nm had read it. The thieves had
driven into Eastboro in a touring
car which had been parked in a side
street. AS the pay roll car appeared
the touring car had swung across the
road in front of it as if about to turn
around. The driver of the pay roll
car had, necessarily. slackened his
pace. An armed guard sat beside him,
his eyes intent on the car ahead.
AT that instant two men previously
stationed at either side of the street
had jumped on the running board of
the pay roll car. One of these had
promptly shot the armed guard dead.
The other had black lacked the chauf-
feur. The street had been crowded.
But before anybody could move, the
bandits who had jumped the pay roll
car had seized the pay roll, Joined
their companion in the touring car
and made their escape.
OF the bandits no adequate descrip-
ton had been obtained, but the police
were looking for a man who had been
observed around Eastboro the Satur-
day before, probably reconnoitering.
To Ann there had come at that
point the memory of a man with a
hashed nose and a caulifiower ear
And he had been watching the bank.
Next door to. Ann lived Tommy
Davis. Tommy was seventeen. He
had a f1ivver with sport body on it.
Now it was his proud boast he could
skid his f1ivver 40 ways and bring
it to a stop on a ten-cent piece.
Nevertheless, Tommy believed that
genius is a matter of daily practice.
When the conditions were not favor
able for practice he made them so.
After he had the pavement well
soaked he produced his fiivver and
made it do its daily dozen.
IF Tommy was a son of mine I'd
teach him to skidr' AIMS mother had
remarked grimly.
Ann might have retored that Tom
my needed no teaching. But she said
nothing. To her mother, that is. To
Tommy, as soon as her mother had
withdrawn, she did address herself
Can you skid the car around-so
that it will be going in the opposite
direction?'- she had demanded.
"Huh-that's A B c stuff. Just
watch meH" Tommy had commanded.
Ann had. Then, "Show me how to
do it," she had begged.
want to break your neck?" Tom
my had suggested scornfully. But
| being masculine he could not with
hold the information. "Of course, -
he had added. sit takes some nerve
and a lot of practice"
Ann had refused to admit that she
lacked the nerve. AS for the practice,
it had rained the following Monday