The Yukon Sun (Yukon, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 1, Ed. 1 Friday, October 26, 1917 Page: 8 of 12
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THE YUKON SUN
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The Protector of finance
Tales of Resilius Marvel, Guardian of Bank Ireasure
WELDON J. COBB
By
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WITHOUT BENEFIT OF WAYBILL
s(), u general comino- sneak, shook his bony head slowly.
tho
Ing
Achy, n cm
tlon, and I'cho and stir brought
Resilius Marvel to his feet ns
though set on springs. Such
things do not transpire In a well regu-
luted hank save for some potent reii-
koii, und the quick mind or the bend
of the United Bankers' Protective iis-
Hoclatlon seemed to analyze the
situation In a ttiish. 1 believe be-
fore he had crossed the threshold
of the private ollice of the presi-
dent of our Institution, u peculiarly
heavy crash had told him that one of
tho Immense plate glass windows
back of the currency pen hud sui-
fered; that the cry was that of u man
in one of the cages; that the comino
lion was the mingled shuffling of the
feet of the house officers drawn to an
irresistible focus by some cxtraordl-
nury occurrence.
1 was in the wake of Marvel
almost InBlantly, Impelled by curi-
osity and wonder. Tho president
of tho bank had been going over
list of average balances, weed-
out some clients whoso busi-
ness affairs showing symptoms
of dry rot, was planning to have
them rot somewhere else, and
preparing a package to hand to some
unwary brother banker. So far as of-
liclal ethics would permit, lie peered
through the open doorway at the gath
erlng crowd about tho currency pen.
Marvel had parted the ranks in his
swift, cffectlvo way. I was close at
bis heels. A picturesque spectacle
greeted us.
Hehlnd tho railing a clerk was
dancing up and down in a frenzy of
uncontrollable excitement, one hand
indicating a man crowded closu to the
outer counter slab of marble, the oth
cr waving towards a wrecked window,
while hejiept shouting wildly:
1 starft, undlsgulsedly puzzled, at
the man upon whom tho gathering
throng were massing. He was thin to
tho point of attenuation, his eyes
twitched from nervousness or weak-
ness, and his face was very pale. How-
ever, his colorless lips framed a
smile—a smile apologetic, gentle,
submissive, slightly cynical and tri-
umphant. It was tho smile of a man
down and out morally, physically and
financially, but that also of a person
making a desperate cast of fate, and
awaiting what might hinge upon tho
hazard of tho die. lie challenged tho
crowd pressing about him, not unper-
turbed, but with no alarm visible in
his features. And then bo made a
slight forward movement as Marvel
reached him. It was a gesture recog-
nizing power and protection.
"A fair ending," he said, looking my
friend squarely in tho eyes.
Marvel placed a hand on the man's
arm, but scarcely with force. The
poor wretch, beside the husky officers
grouping about him, appeared like
some scarecrow bird in the net of the
fowlers. Even then be was taken
with a violent lit of coughing that
Tacked his frame so that he was
to lus lips. As he lowered it I no
tlccd that it was streaked with blood. i
"Quick! What was it?" spoke Mar- j
vel authoritatively to tho clerk behind
tho railing.
He threw red pepper'" spluttered
the teller "I dodged. See—where it
hit the slab A little went in my eyes.
Before I could get my revolver he
pushed an arm over to the window
guard "
"What did he get?"
Special package {80,000."
"Where is it?"
"Tho window—the street!" rambled
on the clerk. "He must have weight-
ed it, for it went through that window
like a cannon ball, and
In a flash Marvel, both feet on the
slab, swung over th- wire netting,
sprang to the ledge of the window and
was scanning the street. All that he :
saw was a gathering, gaping crowd |
and two policemen pointing to a
mounted officer down the roadway.
"Automobile, 1 suppose, i omment- '
ed my friend, and was back at the
hide of tho culprit by the route lie
had left him "(let us out of this
crowd," he dir. .ted me. and 1 made
a path for him thro h the mob to the
nearest office.
The prisoner needc d
follow the pressure of a
hand. Our cashier ha i
the door closed on the
"What did you cxpei
played. Most of them bore return
addresses on the corner, and clearly to
be seen wero business documents.
One, a plain envelope, bore crude
handwriting and the direction:
"Nancy Wands,
"42 Markham St.,
"City."
"This Is what I am after," declared
Marvel. "To make sure—yes." At a
nod from the inspector he ripped open
the envelope.
His rapid eye took In the contents
of a single sheet covered with pen-
ciled words. He glanced at me and 1
joined him. We crossed the street an.I
repaired to the office of the United
i Bankers' Protective association.
the little one toddle about the floor.
Now she was trying to think things
out harder than ever. She spelled her
way laboriously a second time through
tho scrawl. Then she pressed it to
her lips, threw her apron over her
face and sobbed as if her heart would
break. Anon she lifted a tear-stained
but stony face, aud fell to studying
Marvel.
My friend had so placed himself
that he had as complete a view from
the window of the room of the street
and the yard as was possible. His
senses were on the alert, to ward oft
suspicion on the part of the woman,
to be afforded the privilege of remain-
ing where he was until the men he
My friend was busy telephoning po expected should arrive. Marvel ex-
lice headquarters for a few minutes perienced no uneasiness as to Derby
Then as he went into another room he Dan sending his wife a warning, for
in-
mo. struction respecting their prisoner.
"Dear Nance," it ran. "If I was ever , Tj,e little child had roved about the
true blue it's now. I.uck has been j room. She was quite friendly with
hard with me, not fit to work. You've Marvel. She hung about his knee and
stuck by me, you and the kid, half- he pni(j ^er some attention. She
meal or no meal. There was only one piayed with the buttons of his coat
way to work out what I'm at, and your ail(j ciimbed up on the rounds of the
I'm through," he said. "There
two men outside in an automobile.
Ask them. It was the wutching aud
waiting that played me out It was a ,,iacej the Intercepted missive before ho had given th# police explicit
good aim, eh?" and be looked towards " ' '
the window, a glint of professional
pride In his eye.
"Call the floor officer," directed
Marvel to the cashier. "Search him,"
he ordered, as a man in uniform ap-
peared.
"it's wasted time," declared Derby
Dan, and so It proved. Not so much
as a scrap of paper was disclosed.
Dan blinked and chuckled at Marvel
"Derelict, no cargo abroad, and I'll
soon -sink," be said with a slight laugh.
Tho olllcer hud taken from his
pocket the one article bis clothes con-
tained—a watch.
"I'll keep that to count the few
hours left me, if you don't mind," said
Dan, but Marvel was giving the time-
piece :i close inspection. He opened
the cases. 1 saw him gaze searchingly
at the inside of the back case, then at
the outstretched band of Derby Dan,
and then into Derby Dan's eyes. The
mocking smilo drifted from the face
of the prisoner.
"Have 1 hit It, Dan?" challenged
Marvel, with one movement ripping
the back case from the watch and
handing the denuded timepiece to its
owner.
Only you," admitted tho prisoner in
a subdued tone. "Not that you have
one chance in a thousand of locating
her."
Think things over, Dan," said my
friend, turning to leave the room. "You
shall have good nursing. To make it
still better, suppose you help me out
where you can?"
Hut Derby Dan shrugged Ills hatchet-
like shoulders and was dumb. Marvel
spoke an order to the officer respect-
ing tho disposition of the prisoner.
Then he went to the teller's cage,
made some memoranda of the informa-
tion received there, and walked brisk-
ly towards the broad stairway leading
to the street.
"I suppose you read the oracle?" he
interrogated, and then as I looked
dubious he produced the one-half of
the watch case. Pasted over its inner
surface was the photograph of a wo-
man. It was the portrait of Buch a
woman aB one would expect a man of
Derby Dan's character to select—
coarse featured, loud eyed, tawdry as
to neck and waist adornment.
Still, a woman; aud to Derby Dan
tho picture seemed so dear, that I
doubted not for her sake he had risked
a shot, to enrich hi r he had consented
to spend the last poor fragment of his
life behind steel bars.
"He is clear game," announced
Resilius Marvel, "and will never
squeal. His hopes, however, must
hi:, e ou a division of the spoil. Of
course it's the woman her pals will
make for sooner or later."
So you must find her."
"So 1 shall find her," said Marvel
swiftly. "The raid must have been
share will he over ten thousand, for
i shall make a big grab. Don't try to !
look me up or come near me, for that
might queer everything. Get your
share, plant It, don't waste any coil1
on the widow weeds, anil settle dowr,
somewhero out of range of the old life
The boys will bring you the share soon 1
as they feel they're safe. I've done
this for you and the kid. Kiss her for
me. Good-by. Dan."
Marvel beckoned to me from the
doorway of the next room. He had
two wardrobes open, and thrown
across a table a part of their contents.
I noted two suits of coarse common
clothes and caps to match.
"We may have some rough work, at
■least an experience among rough peo-
ple," he ail vised me, and proceeded to
exchange his attire for one extremely
unbecoming. I know that the gar
ments I donned were ill fitting and
smelled musty. The suggestion of
rough people was fully carried out as
wo reached the vicinity of Markham
street. No. 42 turned out to be a rani-
shackly two-story house. It backed on
extensive freight yards and its rear
fence was in ruins—used up for fuel—
its shed kitchen ready to fall over. We
passed it on the other side of the
street, and made a complete circle of
it several times before Marvel detcr-
chair he sat in. My friend experi-
enced some unrest and considerable
chagrin as he saw the little one tod-
ding across the room to her mother,
crowing triumphantly. In one hand
the child had Marvel's handkerchief,
in the other the envelope that had
contained the letter he had just de-
livered to its mother. The mother
had a keen eye. Marvel dared not
manifest any particular interest in the
recovering of the envelope. He sim-
ply smiled, tracing the Incipient pick-
pocket in this progeny of crime as the
mother snatched the envelope from
the hand of her child.
Nance regarded the envelope with
a shrewd eye. Illiterate though she
might be, she was shrewd enough to
reason out the situation. Her eyes
were lifted to Marvel. Shejield the
envelope extended, a direct challenge.
"I am lawyer enough to always
know what 1 am going into," said my
friend quickly.
"Oh, you are a lawyer?" slowly and
speculatively spoke the woman.
"I didn't say so," observer Marvel.
"My good woman, do not disturb your-
self with arriving at any conclusions
until our friends arrive."
The woman was on her guard, but
did not venture to commit herself
timed to a second—and an inch. Derby
pressed a handkerchief j I)aQ Altered up to that cage, and
knows enough about bank routine to
look over tho notations on tho pack-
ages. Then the red pepper that
missed, a grab, the weigh ti d loot, and
a close calculation that did not miss,
and 1 dare say a landing directly in
the automobile, where his pals were
ready for the word 'Go.'"
My friend had drawn the right pic-
ture of'an actual happening we found
when wo reached the street. The
crossing policeman told of tho crash
of glass, a flying object, the whir of
the auto, and a flash to the corner
all. ad with a mounted officer in pur-
suit, who lost the trail amid tho con-
fusion of too many vehicles, with less
thati one-halt a milo accomplished
And then as two of the bank police-
men appeared leading Derby Dan be-
tween them, he gave a slight start of
recognition.
• Know him?" inquired Marvel.
"Saw him before, that's all," was
tho response.
•Where?"
' Right at this letter box About
twenty minutes ago. I saw him lean
oil it and watch the big clock up In
the Board of Trade. Then be looked
up and down the street. Then he
drew an envelope from his pocket, lie
kept his eyes fixed on it for a few
minutes, as if thinking deeply. Then
he lifted the cover of the slot, shot it
into the letter box and walked
briBkly into the bank."
Marvel whipped about, lie was scan-
ning the printed schedule for collec-
tion of mail on the front of the box.
lie glanced at his watch. His face ex
pressed satisfaction. I knew it be
tokened that no collection bad beer
made since Derby Dan had deposited a
anon she lifted a tear-stained but stony face,
and fell to studying mar.vel.
by asking any leading questions. Ap-
parently she accepted tho situation as
it presented. The instructions of
urging to
el's urging
ie up, aud
of us.
make out
mined on a decisive course of proced-
ure. He halted in the shelter of a
freight car.
• I am going to visit this Nance of
our friend, Derby Dan," he said. "When
I go around to that side door, slip
across the yard and get into that old
shed. The men we aro after may be
there now, may have been there and
gone, may arrive at any, moment.
Here."
"Here" was a weapon—compact,
deadly looking and ready for use. 1
accepted it with some temerity. Its
possession certified to a promotion as
friend and counsel of Resilius Marvel,
yet it gave me an uncanny shiver.
'Eighty thousand is no bagatelle, ra
member," observed Marvel
Tump it dry, if the crisis warrants
it."
I watched Marvel get around to th?
front of the house, walk to its side en
trance and knock on the door. I
( aught the outlines but no clear sight
of the face of a woman who answered
his summons. There was a parley and
my friend v\as admitted past the door-
way. He later told me of his recep-
rebounded. Number two tried to follow
his leader. There was a sharp snap
A board crashed in two, and with the
parted timbers the man came hurtling
downward, struck the ground with a
groan, and lay there inert.
I acted on impulse. There was not
a doubt in my mind that the two men
were the persons for whom Marvel
was waiting. Through the open roof
I could see the first man clinging to
the Bill of window, wavering a? if In
doubt as to what course he should
pursue. I hastened his decision
Reaching out for the weapon Marvel
had given me, I "pumped it dry"
against the ground in a corner of the
shed-
The fallen man stirred, bdt he did
not open his eyes. The man over-
head must have seen me. With an
exclamation of manifest dismay ho let
go of the window support. He made
a smooth, splendid slide the length of
the roof and landed with a dead clump
on the ground with both feet.
The next instant he swung into view
at the open doorway of the shed. A
glance revealed the condition of his
comrade, the same glance took me in
empty weapon extended. He backed
away with a scowl, flitted across the
yard and cleared about all that was
left of the fence, the top stringer, on
tho fly.
I heard a door in the house slam. It
was Marvel, coming out. It was Mar-
vel, his eye fixed on the flying fugitive,
to whom I shouted, rather incoherent-
ly;
The two men—I've got one here,
unconscious."
Then I saw, first the fugitive disap-
pear around tho corner of a long line
of freight cars, then Marvel in pur-
suit, vanishing in turn. I took it upon
myself to stand not two feet away
from my captive. I leaned over and
prodded his clothing, dreaming of sure
glory should I find the $80,000 pack-
age aboard of him.
It was not, and the man roused up
under my rather clumsy handling. He
rolled over and finally sat up, rubbing
his confused head with a wry grimace
of pain.
"Sit still," I ordered full valiantly,
the empty weapon extended, and It
served as a quieting menace.
As I glanced towards the house I
saw the woman Nance come out into
the yard, leading the little child by
the hand. She wavered irresolutely
for a moment or two and looked all
about the place. Abruptly she snatch-
ed up the child and ran towards the
street, leaving the house open and
unguarded. Had I been unhampered
I would have detained her, for she
was in a measure one of the cen-
tral figures in the case in hand. How-
ever, I reasoned that my duty was
with the man who had fallen into my
power so accommodatingly. My pris-
oner had an evil eye, and In a clear
test of physical strength he was far
my superior. His fall had clearly
crippled his normal activity, and the
leveled weapon did the rest.
It was nearly half an hour before
Marvel reappeared. One hand was in
a side coat pocket. In front of him,
two paces ahead, was the man who
had slid the roof. As soon as my cap-
tive could get onto his feet and steady
himself there was a group of four.
Marvel made his prisoner pilot the
way. A street corner was reached, a
police officer summoned and we were
soon at Central station.
Marvel showed no self-gloriflcation,
but was very particular as to the dis-
position of the prisoners After they
had been searched and were removed
to separate cells below stairs, almost,
immediately the turnkey came to the
door of the stairway and beckoned to
my friend, who joined him after a
word to me to await his return.
At the end of an hour Marvel re-
turned. The cloud of thought was not
yet dispelled from his face. He had
a card in his hand, and he came over
and sat down beside me with the air
of a person a good deal tired and
somewhat disturbed
Derby Dun influenced her to act as a i "it results in this," he said, and re-
lay figure in the case. She arose versed the card bo I could view what
finally and bu?ied herself washing out had penciled upon it:
"E. N.—16791."
I looked over the initials and num-
ber vagirely. "What does it mean?"
1 asked.
"You tell me," replied Marvel, and
then his chin sank into his hand
in his old thoughtful way, and I did
not disturb liitn, for I knew he was
wrestling with some intricate prob-
lem.
"The two fellows wo have caged,"
he v Junteered finally, "are kings in
tattered red neck scarf. Then sh
went out into the yard and hung it
across a bit of clothes line.
Marvel told me afterwards that he
was certain this was a signal for pros-
pective visitors. At least it probably
was a notification that some one was
in the house—a stranger. Still, the
woman acted natural, although expect-
ant and restive during another hour.
Then something happened. I had |
meanwhile kept at my post in the
shed, peering from its darkest corner
their crooked profession. The I
through the many gaps in the bit id. chased down had carried the boory."
warped boards of which the rattletrap "When hiweached that woman's
was constructed. I was nervous about house?"
the weapon Marvel ha 1 given re. 1 "Yes. We found the notation strip 1
moved back to the old cell and Inspect-
ed cell No, 3. After some trouble I
found what I was looking for. Again
•E n.—10791,' scratched on the wall.
Something to be remembered, don't
you see?"
I saw partly, and Marvel did not
just then enlighten me any further.
According to the way he had figured it
out, the money package had been
planted between the time his man had
slid the kitchen shed roof and his final
capture As the chase had lasted a
full half hour and had covered nearly
a mile of territory, I glimpsed a dial-
cult task before my friend.
We went back to Markham street to
find the house locked up and deserted.
Marvel walked through the rear yard
and was going over his own tracks. He
proceeded leisurely, und I had ample
time to reason or test the play of my
imagination. I am not inventive, and
no suggestions came to my mind.
It must have been an hour later
when we came to a little telegraph
shanty in the center of the great
switch yards. The man in charge sat
at his mble, his feet crossed upon it.
Marvel entered unceremoniously.
I want to ask you a few questions,
my mnn," he announced, "if you have
the time, but just then there came a
call on the ticker.
"Fifty-seven out," spoke the opera-
tor rapidly. "I've got some details to
take. Will you sit down and wait for
me ten minutes?"
Marvel bowed assentingly. We took
chairs. Marvel sat thinking deeply. 1
noted that his eyes were fixed on the
open window, his sdhses mechanically
taking in the busy drone of the ticker,
for he was expert in that direction,
although very little interested him at
present outside of the unsolved prob-
lem of the missing bank money.
Suddenly my friend started so sud-
denly that I stared strangely at him.
His eyes sought the ticking instru-
ment. His hand made an involuntary
movement as if to halt its progress at
some specific point. He arose to lila
feet eagerly, I fancied, anii Btood near-
er to the operator's table. The man
in charge was receiving the message
und checking off on a typewritten list.
The "N. M." of the code, announcing
the end of the message, had scarcely
sounded before Marvel was touching
the man on the shoulder.
"Look at your list," he directed to
the wandering operator. "Checking ofl
a train, weren't you?"
"Empty out freights over the south-
ern branch, yes."
"Half way down: "E. N.—16791."'
"Oh, you read me, eh?" Bpoke the
operator with a fraternal smile. "I've
got it—interested?"
"Slightly. What's the car?"
"Eastern Nebraska railroad—empty
grain special 16791."
"Going or gone?'
The operator wheeled in his chall
and darted a quick glance at tin
shanty clock.
"An hour out." he replied.
Marvel vouchsafed no explanation
He seized a tab of yellow blanks and
his hand sent a pencil drifting over it
rapidly.
"Get that quick as you can to the
division superintendent," he directed.
"Hello!" exclaimed the man, glanc-
ing over the message. "Resilius Mar-
vel—we've heard of yon! Here she
goes, best I can put through."
Within twenty minutes my friend
pressed close to the operator as a
challenge click of the ticker apprized
his well-trained ears that the replj
was coming. -
"E. N. — 10791 — wired — to —
sidetrack — at — Junction B. and —
guarded. Special — engine — wait
ing — for — you — at — Siding 4.
Crew — instructed. Command — ua
James — B. — Rappelye — D. S."—
this was chopped up into fragments
by the operator verbally as It came
over the wire.
We reached Junction B after a free
and easy dash that was inspiring foi
its jolting novelty. We found two
trackmen in charge of freight cat
10791 of the Eastern Nebraska line.
It was "special" for carrying thirty
per cent, bulk of millet and fine grain
seeds, and had a double (Lamp prool
sheathing, open at the top about four
feet from the floor base.
Resilius Marvel got a piece of heavy
wire from the flagman and began to
prod for the package the clever bank
thief had dropped into what he had
considered a safe nest.
At twenty minutes of three, pre-
cisely five hours after Derby Dan had
stolen the $80,000 package of treasury
notes from the bank, that goodly sum
once more rested within the vaults oI
that institution.
Inquired
of this foolish break, Dai
my friend, not unkindly.
"Not ten v i ars," responded the fel-
low, with a ghostly shadow of a smile
"There will bo no trial, for tho doctor
has given me just ten days. I'm doped
with strychnine, or I couldn't hold up
now. liel me where I can lie down,
or you'll have to carry me."
The man looked all ho Indicated—
a poor wretch in the last stages of
consumption He had partially col-
lapsed, and lay rather than sat in the
big arm chair. All the time, how-
ever, there was a certain contented
amUe on his face. ^
"You know ine, Mr. Marvel, ho qd-
served weakly—"not yet obltuartzed,
although the records had It bo. 1
didn't pull this off for myself."
"Rather not," replied Marvel. "Then
—why?" '
Derby Dan, once famous as a bana
letter In the box. Marvel took a pencil
and a card from his pocket and scrib-
bled a name and a telephone num-
ber.
"Phone from the bank," ho directed
tlon. At a e
letter and th
vealed. Her roc
chary and susr ic
the letter fr. n
h'« seated li '
poor room he ha
an without any i
planatlon.
throat throb, th
brief scrawl gro
ment. Then the
at the floor and
eo the Nance of the
■option of Marvel was
ions. He had removed
the envelope, and as
■If on n chair in the
nded this to the worn-
immediate word of ex-
1 her eyes dilate, her
han 1 holding the
v shaky with excite-
woman stood looking
vhlently trying to di
me, "I will have to remain h
Leslie to Join me at once."
It was not fifteen minutes before a
post office inspector arrived. He
opened the box after a few words of
conversation with Marvel. It lacked
twenty minutes of ten o'clock, and
very few letters were mailed In tho
business Bectlon as early as that In
the morning Some twelve or four-
teen were all the dropping shelf dl -'
Tell 1 gest the contents of the missive. She
raised her e>es next, boring Marvel
through and through.
"Is that all?" she challenged.
'Until the boys come," replied my
friend succinctly. "I'm to say nothing
—enly to look on."
"What for?"
"To Bee that the pie 1b cut In three
equal pieces. It's a big one."
Nance sat down In a chair and let
did not wish to keep it in my hand,
I had less desire to stow it in my
clothing. So 1 placed it on a cob-
webbed shilf, and tried to be patient,
and hoped to bo useful somewhere
along tho line.
1 crouched back, feeling the cri-is
had arrived, as the door by the slo d
facing the alley moved sharply on its
one creaking hinge. Then a voice—
low. imperative:
"Hold on—don't go in."
"Why not?"
"Look at that red scarf."
I could not view the speakers, bin
the sunlight silhouetted two figures in
shadow, their attitude strained and
full of caution.
"That's right, but it's not the stay-
away call. Go slow, that's all.
"We'll take the rooffroute, to play
safe. The window's open. Me first-
follow or wait, suit yourself."
"I'll follow—go ahead."
The crazy roof of the tottering shed
creaked ominously. The shallow
boards bent until I could see a pair
of nimble feet scudding for safety to
a window Bill on the second story
The flight was made with apparent
success. Then the rubbery roof again
of the stolen package in his pocket
lie led me a stern cliase—over tracks,
under cars, through them, over their
tops, and Anally threw up his hands
when he knew 1 would shoot. When 1
ran him down ho had planted the
package, for it was not upon him.'
"Where?"
"Somewhere while momentarily out
of my sight among that interminable
network of trackB. When they put
him below I had him locked next to
the inspection cell."
"What is that?"
"An adjoining compartment whene->
a prisoner can be closely observed
with no knowledge of the fact. The
first thing my man did was to laugh—
It was cunning triumph, or nothing
Then I noticed his lips move constant-
ly as though he was memorizing some
thing He searched his pockets as if
for a pencil stub, found none, and then,
taking the pin in his tie, scratched
something on one of the bricks of the
whitewashed wall. I at once had him
removed to another cell. I visited his
first place of abode. He had scratched
on the brick what you see there—'E.
N—16791.'
"A few minutes later 1 had him
Laughter in Court.
A certain lull threw a large stone at
the village constable one day, hitting
him heavily on his helmet.
The perpetrator of the outrage es-
caped detection until, on examining
elj the missile which had struck
i in, the constable remembering hav-
si • ti It lying on the window-sill
'1 i house, whoso youthful occupant
l.e forthwith charged with the assault.
1 > xpeilmented with the stone, your
worship," the policeman explained In
ni, "and found that when I threw
It at an old helmet of mine It made
an exactly similar mark."
"But what good was that when your
'cad wasn't Inside the 'elmet?" asked
the suspect.
"Ah." retorted the triumphant offi-
cer, "I thought of that, and put a block
"f wood Inside, just the same as If my
head was there!"—London Tlt-Blts.
Quick Work.
"I've heard a great deal about the
law's delay," said the confirmed mo-
torist.
"To be sure. Everybody is qualified
to speak on that subject."
"Well, I'm not. Time and again I've
been arrested, tried and fined for
speeding, all In less than an hour." .
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Samples, Alfred. The Yukon Sun (Yukon, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 1, Ed. 1 Friday, October 26, 1917, newspaper, October 26, 1917; Yukon, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc129580/m1/8/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 16, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.