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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 30, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 14

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seized with an idle curiosity to see if
I could pass the gateman without a
ticket. I did.
A train was just pulling out and the
rear Pullman car door was open.
I was hit by that impulse to go
somewhereVso J swung on. I didn't
have the faintest idea of holding it
up. I meant to climb to the deck
(roof) and beat it East or somewhere
anywhere I didn't care.
But the -Pullman con and the por
ter came out on the rear platform
and I pulled my gun and both the
coon and the con. threw up their
'hands. The con said "holdup!" and
into my brain darted the idea of go
ing through with it,
The train was barely out of the sta
tion, traveling slowly around the
bluffs, and if either of those two
chumps had made a grab for me or
even sworn at me I would havevjump
ed off.
But I sort of had to go through
with it, so I marched them through
the car ahead of me and went
through the passengers, who shoved
up before I told them to. I gof ?24
and dropped off the train as it slowed
down for a block signal
And there's how "the most daring
train robbery sine the davs ' .Tosse
James" came about.
o-
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
OUR FIRST REAL QUARREL
Chapter CXLII.
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
Dick and I have quarreled horribly
and I feel now as though life could
never be the same again.
Yesterday he went out with the
Morrises on a motor trip and dined at
one of the suburbs. He did not get
home unt& after two o'clock, and, al
though I could not see that he was
under the influence of liquor, yet his
breath was laden with the fumes of
wine.
He made a lot of noise coming in,
and when I opened roy eyes he did
not ask me if I were still sick, but
began, to tell me what a splendid time
he had had; how stunning Mrs. Mor
ris was and how clever her husband
and the rest of the party were. He
never mentioned who they were, but
just now Eleanor Pairlow called me
up and said she was very sorry I was
not with the party last night, but she
concluded that I was not seriously in
disposed because Mr. Waverly had
not seemed at all worried. I wonder
why Dick did not tell me she was
along.
This morning Dick was cross and I
felt hurt and unhappy. My head was
still aching, and by the way he drank
from the pitcher of ice water, which
he rang for early, I surmised that his
stomach had rebelled against its
abuse.
"I am going out with Bob Morris
tonight to play cards," he said quite
casually just before he started to
leave the room to go down to break
fast As he did this he was feeling in
his pockets as though to find his
money. With elaborate carelessness
he said: "By the way, Margie, have
you any money? I don't want to sit
in a game with Bob and his friends
without money."
For a moment I was tempted to
give him the twenty-dollar bill I had
in my pocketbook. I thought of An
nie and her speech on a somewhat
similar occasion with her "man." "Ye
would not have me shame him before
his friends."
But I have found out that Dick's
brother Jack is right, that sometimes
"I can be as hard as nails," and so I
answered promptly:
"No, I haven't any money that I
don't need to use today."
Dick was furious and hisugly lo6k '
made me add: "Besides, I cannot see
why I should finance your gambling
expeditions."
I was sorry the minute I said it,
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