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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 10, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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bad mind, Tip scaled the fence, min
gled with a throng at a popular merry-go-round
and proceeded to make
some inquiries as to the residence of
"an old fossil of the name of Forres
ter." "He's easy," observed Tip in a sat
isfied way, as he prowled about the
home of the miserly old recluse that
night. It was barricaded like a cas
tle, but that meant very little to Tip.
-Jfe The latter had observed a lignt m a
' winir nf the liniisp hut. thfi window
shades were pulled tightly down. A
broad glint of radiance showed at the
top, however. Tip nimbly climbed a
tree.
Twenty feet from the ground he
rested on a limb of the tree, a clear
prospect before him. He could see
Forrester at a desk. He had money
and papers before him. Tip smiled
to himself. He descended to the
ground and possessed himself of va
rious uniqiie tools he carried con
cealed in the lining of his coat. A win
dow fastener noiselessly pried out, a
piece of lock deftly forced, and this
expert and philanthropist, velvet
shod, crossed the threshold of the
room. As readily as if an invited
guest, Tip sank into a chair at the
side of the desk. His shadow fell
across it and Forerster looked up
with a wild start
"How where what do you
want!" stammered forth the old man,
astare.
"This," retorted Tip tersely, and
one hand closed over a heap of
bonds and cash. "Whda!" and his
other revealed a revolver, and For
rester cowered back. "Go slow, old
man. A cry or a move and you get
lead for your gold," and Tip thrust
the fistful of plunder into his pocket,
"Now, then, out with your jewelry."
"Jewelry? Me! I've got no jewel
ry." "Oh, yes -you have," disputed Tip.
"You've got a' ring set with diamonds
and pearls, an old family heirloom. I
know all about it Produce!" and the
weapon clicked ominously.
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The old man was fairly paralyzed
with terror. He groaned, his handfe
trembled as he unlock-ed a drawer in
the desk and took out an old tin box;
and from it produced an ancient cir
clet set with a large diamond and
some exquisite pearls. There were
some other minor trinkets, but to
these Tip paid no attention.
"Do not -make of me a pauper!"
breathed the old man, clasping his
hands in desperation. "The few thou
sands in money and securities are, all
I have." , ,
"Old man," spoke Tip coolly, "I've
got your wealth and I mean-to kpep
it, unless "
"Yes! yes unless?" gasped Forres
ter eagerly. ;
"Unless you do just as I say. TJhis
can all be between us and you get
your bonds back, or I vanish, and yoji
are beggared. Listen," and Tip re
cited his determination to secure the
ring which the daughter of his khid
almoner rightly owned. "You will
enclose it in a box directed to Miss
Dale. Ypu will write to her, here,
mow, a letter, saying that you gladly
send to her on her wedding day her
rightful property."
"Yes, yes and then?"
"At the end of a week, if I find
you have not tried to get it back and
act decent with the young lady, I will
return to you the money and bonds."
"Oh, will you, surely return the
money?" pleaded the distracted For
rester. "You have the word of an honor
able man," returned Tip sternly, and
enjoying really the one redeeming act
in his erratic life.
Early the sext morning a little box
and a letter was left at the Dale
home by Tip. Eloise went fairly wld
over the coveted trinket and the con
gratulating words of the relative es
tranged from her family for five
years.
Tip Farrell made himself scarce
and Forrester sat on thorns and net
tles of suspense and hope for a week.
There was one glad gleam of new few
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