Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-09-25

Pearce car and his injured compan-
ion. Also. it was clear that he had
left the train before reaching Boston.
1t had been impossible to reach
Miss Pearce for her description of the
episode, the article added. The young
err man, known in the underworld as
Slim Mcdonald, was remembered
and described by the train crew of the
7:30. He, too, had disappeared before
reaching Boston, but no one had no.
ticed his departure from the train.
Neither man had aroused suspicion
Of anything unusual among train or
Junction employees, but all remembered
that the younger man limped. Now
both criminals had disappeared into
thin air, which impressed the Gazette
reporter as a serious reflection on
our police" He wrote a final para
graph about what might have hap
pened if the police had been on their
jobs.
Mollie handed back the newspaper
to young Haywood, whose temporary
presence in the public limelight had
evidently dazed him. The boy drew a
long breath and told his story all over.
1t was his hour Of fame.
Mollie was very thoughtful as she
drove on to the Junction with Jimmy
to reclaim her own car, and listen TO
the gossip of the employees there. No
one had noticed anything special about
the older man. All had observed that
when the younger man had shown up
he limped and carried his right arm
stiffly across his chest
Then and later Mollie Pearce added
few details to the accounts OF the cpl
Sode. She had been in the slight COLI
sion, yes, but both men had almost
left the scene of the ac-
cident. She recalled, however, then
and many times later, young Hay
woods last lament as she parted from
him at the Junction.
Gee. the things that fella could of
told me if only I'd known who he was
She had another reminder of her
encounter the next morning. 1t came
in the form of note, written on
cheap paper, but in a clear hand, and
postmarked Boston. 1t read:
II had to make you mad for your
own sake 1t was the only way l could
get rid of you, for you're born min
istering angel. Sorry l had to offend
you. Thanks for your help. No more
from me, ever
Mollie read the note twice, then
slowly tore it up and burned the
pieces. But the notes prediction was
only partly correct. Two days later
there was another story in the morn
ing Gazette. which she read at the
breakfast table and carried away to
her own room after the meal.
slim" Mcdonald, the reporter told
the world, had been killed the night
before in a pistol duel between him
and the police, in a Boston rooming
house. The police, the reporter wrote
ironically, had taken no chances. -Four
of them. all armed, to whom his
hiding place had been betrayed by
some stool pigeon, had mounted to
Sims" top-floor room, and had eX-
changed pistol shots with him there
until he and two of the officers fell
The officers would recover. slim"
would not He had died in an ambu-
lance on his way to the hospital, with
three bullets in his chest and one in
his head.
"Slim" was handicapped the report
added, by the fact that, though he
was one of the crack shots in the
his right arm had been
broken, evidently in his automobile
accident, and was strapped to his
chest. He had done his shooting with