The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1926-05-20

well, you won't get itr' replied
the girl steadily. He graspsd her
other wrist and twisted them pain
fully. The girl set her jaws firmly
and struggled to ward or the faint
ing spell she felt approaching.
Let me CO." she said at last, soft
ly, 'Tll write the note and the check"
Crossing to a table In the center Of
the room she wrote out a check with
remarkably steady hand, consider
Ing the circumstances, and then
quickly indited a short note, on the
back Of another check, instructing the
paying teller to waive identification
and pay the bearer at once, In cash.
Connie took the check and the note
and examined them minutely.
mot thing on 1t to wise up any
body" he commented passing 1t to
the other three for inspection.
Don't see nuthing wrong with IT,"
was their unanimous verdict.
Throughout the hour of waiting
that followed Connie sat cycling the
girl evilly, while she returned his I'm
pertinent stare without fiinching. At
last the messenger returned. With
out word he displayed five small
packages Of bills In hundred and fifty
dollar denominations. Lydia looked
surprised and distinctly frightened.
Connie turned to his three musketeers
and gave crisp commands. "rake
this old woman and her kid out for
ride and If she cracks a squeal ham
mer In her DOME" Lydia sprang to
her feet and started for the door as
two of the men took hold of the
woman while q third took up the
baby. With quick movement Con-
ME grasped the society girl roughly
in his arms. "No you don't, Baby
Blue Eyes, you came down here look
ing, for thrills-you're not going to
be disappointed" Lydia punched and
kicked to no avail. She had not been
concerned before because the knowl-
edge Of the ruse she had employed
to bring help had comforted her. But
1t had failed. Courageous as she
usually was this thought completely
unstrung her. As the minutes passed
and she struggled with ever dimin-
ishing strength against the half-civ-
ilized brute she became mo- and
more convinced that fate had at last
left her at the mercy Of circum-
stance. At last she fell to the floor
half fainting. She opened her mouth
as though to scream, but Connie noted
the movement and pressed the muzzle
Of the automatic tightly against her
side. She felt herself sinking into
what felt vaguely like limitless
space; her last conscious memory
was Of the evil bloodshot eyes of the
thug as he slowly showed the gun
back into his pocket and seized her
once more in his embrace.
Suddenly, out in the hall, angry
voices sounded, followed Immediately
by shot. Connie did not wait to
investigate, he dropped from the win
dow to the ground. two stories be.
low-and broke his leg. A small
army of bluecoats burst in the door
second afterward.
No, Lydia did not marry Jack
Simpson; you see this Is true story.
However, she did manage to reach
the president Of the bank, through
her father, large depositor, and sue
ceeded in having Jack promoted. No
one knew how her timely rescue had
been brought about until the night
Jack Simpson came out to the hotel,
as the guest of honor at a dinner
party.
you see," Lydia explained, after
dinner was over, mr.. Simpson
learned many interesting things while
in the army. He has told me, from
time to time, about some Of these
things; luckily was interested
enough to make notes. You'll notice,
on the face of this check, between
the last letter Of the written amount
and the end of the line, there is q Sc
ries of little marks, such as are usu-
ally found in the space for the pur-
pose of closing up the gap and pre-
venting additions. II you will exam
inc these little marks closely you'll
see that although they appear to be
carelessly placed, they are really in
perfectly Ineligible order. See!
there are four dots grouped together,
then a space, and a single dot, then
long dash, and, finally, five more
dots; this spells the word help In
the Morse telegraph code"