The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1925-10-17

Pierce and extended her hand to him.
Thank you for helping me across,
Afss in pyea By DARK"
hope we'll meet again he said,
With a slight flush
The woman favored him with one
q her generous. friendly smiles Il
hope so. too. You're a nice boy.
Ike you" Then she stepped into the
building and was gone.
"A nice boyF' Phillips was palned,
A boy. And no the sturdiest packer
on the pass. with perhaps one ex.
esptlonl That was hardly Just 20 him.
II they did meet agatn-and he vowed
,hsy would-hs'd show her no was
more than boy, he experienced n
keen desire 10 appear well In her
eyes, TO appear mature and forccfuL
Hs asked himself what kind Of man
Count Courteau could be. he won
dsred II he. Ptercs Phillips. could fall
in love with such woman as this,
an older woman. woman who had
been married. II would b queer TO
marry a countess. he reflected
As he walked toward hEs temporary
home he hehsld quite gathering Of
cttizens, and paused long enough to
note that they were being harrangued
- ne confidence man who had first
Sated him into the subtlstles Of
~three-sheii game. Mr. Broad had
climbed upon a raised tent platform
and was presenting an earnest arsu-
ment against capital punishment.
Two strangers upon the fringe OF
tho crowd were talking. and Pierce
heard one Of them say:
"Of course ne wants tho law TO
take It's course. lnhsmuch as there
isn't any Laws He's one of the gang -
The surest way 10 flush a covoy
Of crooks Is TO whistle for old Judge
Lynch" the other man agreed.
Listen to himF'
Have they caught the cachs.rob-
oers7'' Phillips made bold TO inquire.
NO. and they won't catch them.
with fellows like that on the com
nittee. The croAs hang together
and we don't II had my way that's
just what they'd do-hang together,
I'd start In b. bending limb over
that rascal
Phillips had attended several Of
these Indignation meetings and, re.
Numbering that all OF them had
proved purpossless, no went on 10.
ward tho McCaskcy brothers tent.
lie and the McCaskeys we're not the
closest Of friends. in spite Of the fact
that they had done him a favor--a
favor. by the way. for which he had
paid many times over--neyertheless
they were his most intimate ac-
qualntances and he felt an urgent
desire TO tell them about his unusual
experience. His desire TO talk about
the Countess Courteau was ire
sistible.
But when he entered the tent his
greeting fell flat, for Joe, the older
McCaskey, addressed him sharply,
almost accusingly:
Say, it's about time you showed
upr'
Whats the matter" Pierce saw
that the other brother was stretched
out In his blankets and that his head
was bandaged 'Hello. he cried.
What ails Jim? Is he sick?"
sick? Worse than sick" Joe
- mbled. That money Of yours Is
to blame for II. IT'S a wonder he
isn't dead"
MY money? Howl Phillips was
both mystifled and alarmed.
Jim raised himself in his blankets
and said, irritably: After this you
can run your own pay-car, kid. I'm
thru, Gyou hear?"
Speak out. What's wrong?"
Jim was stuck UP, that's what'E
wrong. That's enough, isn't It? They
bent a siz.gun over his head and
grabbed your coin. He's got dent
in his crus, the size OF q saucerr'
Phillips face whitenod slowly. MY
money! Robbedr ho gasped. Jim
who did It? How could you lot
thern?"
The younger McCaskoy fell back
weakly; he waved n feeble gesture
at his brother "Joe'll tell you. I'm
dizzy; my head amt right yet"
"a stranger stopped hIm--askod
him something or other--another guy
flnttoned him from behind. That's
IN he remembers. when he came
he found he'd been friaked. III
- sim dppy when he got home
10 I put him 10 bed. He got up and
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