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HELD IN TRUST
By George. Elmer Cobb
(Copyright by vG. Chapman.)
" The "magnet city" had attracted
Joel Benson with its bright lights and
glowing fascinations, only to cast him
away when his little store of money
was gone. He was too proud to let
his friends back in the little country
village he had left and for which
he now longed "-know of his condi
tion. Practically, he had become a
Poor clothes shut him out from? de
cent employment. Poor food began
to show its effects. Just off a quiet
street, where a paved alley held a
broad-topped ash bin, wearied and
discouraged, he had stretched out to
try to forget hunger in sleep.
Once he awoke. It was at the echo
of a cry for help. In his sodden slum
ber, however, he treated it as part of
his dream and never opened his eyes.
Early daylight aroused him. No one
was astir but himself, it seemed. He
yawned, rubbed his eyes and mechan
ically glanced about him.
"Hello!" he ejaculated, and went
over to where a man's hat lay. Then
he noticed that its top was stove in,
and near it was a piece of lead pipe.
He shivered and turned to hurry
away. The implication was irresisti
ble; footpads, the victim slugged, to
wander away later on, hatless and
"If the police happened on me
they would link me up with the busi
ness," meditated Joel, and started
briskly to make clear of his suspicious
"Hello!" he uttered a second time,
and now his eyes snapped eagerly and
hope succeeded fear.
For a few feet away from the hat
lay -a flat, bulky case. It was half
pocketbook, half a tiny sample recep
tacle. It lay in a heap of rubbish. He
picked it up.
The aspiration was marveling, yet
ecstatic. As he opened one side of
the case there flashed up at him a
dozen rare gems, radiant diamonds,
opaline pearls in rich heavy gold set
tings. Breathlessly Joel opened the
opposite section, to draw but a folded
One thousand dollars!
His fingers tingled. Like Cinder
ella touched by the fairy wand he
seemed suddenly to be arrayed in rich
raiment, to be riding in "a handsome
Practically He Had Become a Tramp.
touring car, and on his way to the
most exclusive restaurant in the city,
able to rival a nabob.
Then suddenly Joel thrust the
tempting case out of sight vinto an in-,
side pocket of his ragged coat. He
was trembling all over, the cold per
spiration stood in icy drops on his
forehead. The intense excitement of
the moment made his steps unsteady
as he hurried from the spot.
"Not -mine, so its no brealsfast!" hg