The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1925-02-25

was trying to be funny "What? 20
can't get him?" Gerry looked at hi
watch and made a mental note of tn
time 1t took to get from the office GU
to the park. Berry had gone Off t
the bah game. He'd bet his hat on II
J One after another he called up sew
eral Of his prominent business friend
-zmen whose word would be his re
lease. Not one of them could be 10
Gated.
/ "The low-down scoundrels," he sale
to himself, ''the last one OF them ha,
lit out for the game-just when fel
low needs them, tool"
| The officer took out his watch. IN
is now" he said, "Just twenty minutes
to three. In ten minutes wen start
for the station"
Gerry ground his teeth. His fists
had a desperate yearning to pound the
complacent, gloating visage Of this low
life individual who, ridiculous as II
seemed, represented the law. Much
as he hated to do it there was only
one thing to do. He turned sayagely
to the officer.
II presume you know Of Miles
O'DOnald, whose estate lies some nine
miles up the road. / presume you are
acquainted with the fact that he Is
one Of the richest and most respected
men in the state, whose honor no man
could question? 1t just happens that
| was on my way to house party at
his home when you made your bril-
liant capture Of me. l suppose even
you Will appreciate the extreme dis
taste have for calling upon him In
this predicament but there seems no
other way. / also presume you Will
accept his word"
The officer grinned with delight.
"They told me you was a smooth one"
he said, but they didn't do you JUS
tIce by long sight. It's likely, amt
1t, that you are friend Of the rich
est man In the state But go long
and have your fun. Use up your ten
minutes in your own way. It's all the
same to me-"
Again he consulted his watch. Two
minutes had slipped by. Gerry turned
to the phone and called up the ODon-
aid residence and asked for Mr.. O'Don-
aid. No. he was not In the house.
Out riding somewhere on the place.
Gerry called over several names No,
the men were coming up on the night
train. There was a perceptlble pause.
Hurry up" said the officer.
Gerry's voice lowered. "Is-Miss
O'Donald there?' he asked.
"Oh Lord, you are great onew
said the sheriff.
Gould you," Gerry was saying soft
Iy, could you jump In your little car
acknowledgement run up the road
to La Port for me? / missed my train
Could you make II in-by three-fve?
It's important. I'll walt for you In the
little park at the station"
Sitting on the small bench in the
tiny park, there was scarcely more
han big flower bed Gerry cast side
ong glances at the sheriff, and could
nave roared aloud with glee over the
his appearance was
slowly undergoing. His assurance was
clipping from him, his domineering
manner subslding into an attitude Dor
lering on respect. And yet 1t was
lear that he was not convinced. 1t |
would take the evidence Of his own
yes to convince him that one of the
)'Donald family was on speaking |
erms with this man.
II happen to know Miss O'Donald
y sight" he ventured, In very mild
dice. you can't work In any con-
ederate on me, you know"
AS the seconds licked away the
mans face frightened "She, who ever
he may be-aln't goin' to make 1t.
he train is"
Just then, far up the track, there
Vas a low. muffied, scarcely audible
thistle Of the train. Gerry's mus
les were taut as his eyes strained
p the length of smooth road that
tretched beside the track.
Suddenly little fieck Of red dotted
he center Of the road at the farthest
ONT and gathered size at rate that
lade Gerry's heart faint with fear
he mans eyes were fastened on 1t,
20. Again the locomotive shrilled Its
lstant note Of approach.
The little red car was rushing near,
mid swirl Of dust. 1t slowed up like
beautiful bird just outside the iron
iillng Of the park, and lovely young
Irl, flushed and radiant. and eager
yed, glanced quickly at the two men
no had risen to their feet stimuli
lneously. A look of disappointment
assed over her face as she stared,
and without any sign Of
right into Gerry's face.
cry turned pale. What dreadful
ling was the matter with him. The
ficer chuckled and laid his hand on
erry's arm. 1t seemed like an hour,
1t was really but the fraction of a
'cond before the girl broke into
sal of merry laughter.
GERRY ~ she cried. "Why-Gerry!
didn't-know you You've-you've-
It Off your mustachei"
Gerry threw his hand to his mouth.
Id then looked at the hand foolishly,
If he expected to see portions Of
e missing mustache adhering to it.
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