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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 22, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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ifiantly, the stenographer upon her
feet in terror, and the bearded, middle-aged
man confronting George
dramatically.
He did not take his eyes from
George, but called to Henry to come
in and close the dooF, .
"I'm the United States" marshal for
this federal district," he explained
quietly, "and I am instructed to place I
tne government seal upon everytmng
here. Kindly do not attempt to leave
this room. It is not necessary to cre
ate a panic outside. I will take the
books and ask for Mr. Pentland's
company to the federal jail."
"What's my son done?" besought
the old man.
"He is suspected of having orga
nized a crooked concern known as
the Alpha Gold Mining company."
"But I've put $18,000 into it,"
wailed Henry Pentland.
"I'm afraid you won't see it again."
answered the marshal. "Now, Mr.
Pentland, are you ready?"
"See here, George," shouted his fa
ther, "is this all bunk or what?""
"He's lying," muttered George, but1
without conviction. "See here, how
much will you take to give me twelve
hours' grace?" he continued, turning
to the marshal.
"Oh, George!" moaned Henry Pdnt
land. all his ambitious dreams shat
tered. "You scoundrel, give me my
$18,000 or I'll have you hauled off to
the penitentiary," he continued.
George Pentland held a short whis
pered colloquy with the marshal. At
the end of that time he sat down and
wrote out a check, which he tossed
across the table to his father. It was
for $18,000.
"Take it, and don't let me see your
face again!" he snarled, and, clap
ping on his hat, he strode out of the
office.
The marshal took the old man by
the arm.
"It's made out to bearer," he said,
taking up the check, "and well go
and get it cashed before closing
hour."
Fifteen minutes later Henry Pent- '
land, with $18,000 in bills upon his
person, entered a cab.
"Ill never forget your kindness,
never," he sobbed to the federal mar
shal. "That scoundrel robbed me of
my hard-earned savings, and I had
trusted him completely. Now, he's no
longer a son -of mine. I cast him off.
I've got another -son, but I ain't treat
ed him well," and I can't rightly expect
him to' have-anything to do with me."
Then the marshal, stepping into the
cab, pulled the beard from his face,
revealing the features of Charles.
He- grabbed his father's hand in
his.
"Let's shake and forget it, dad,"
he said, "We'll get home and tell,
Lida and Toodles. What dp you say?
Henry Pentland said little, because
the' "shock stunned too heavily, but
the look upon his face was sufficient
answer.
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HEAD OF B. L. E. AUXILIARY ;
.AMiU-dock
Mrs. W. A. Murdock of Chicago,
grand president of the International
Woman's Auxiliary to the Interna
tional Brotherhood of Locomotive
Enginers now in session in Cleveland,
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