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By Mary Angell Purvis
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
The young manwho had just
cleaned the snow from'Mrs. Jordan's
walk knocked twice at the kitchen
door, but no one answered the sum
mons. He pushed the door open and
closed it after him.
The warmth and comfort were
agreeable to him. The smell of cook
ing reminded him that he had not
eaten anything since the day pre
vious. Hector Greene was anxious
to get pay for the first snow-cleaning
he had ever done and go to the
nearest restaurant He waited a
minute or two to enjoy the warmth.
Then he started to shuffle around
and even call, to attract attention,
when he heard two feminine voices
engaged in conversation in the next
"Yes, Sarah," spoke one of these,
"it is too bad, as you say, and I feel
dreadfully sorry for poor Mr. Bell
and Madge. They didn't catch the
"No, and not any hopes of it As
I told you, Mr. Bell had sold his prop
erty to get cash so he could buy out
the general store on Central st,
which is for sale. He was too late
to put the $3,000 in the bank and had
it in a wallet under his pillow. That
night the thief broke into the house.
He must have known Mr. Bell had
the money and had been watching
the house. Anyhow, Mr. Bell woke
up suddenly to see the thief getting
out of the window. He seized his re
volver and ran to the window and
fired twice at the thief."
"Did it stop him?"
"No, but he hit the man. That is
sure, for he left a red trail in the
snow. It was half an hour before
the neighbors were aroused to join
in the hunt It was no use, though."
"f. suppose Mr. Bell is terribly cast
down over his misfortune."
"Yes, if it wasn't for that dear girl,
his daughter, I think he would sink
under. They sold their home, as I
told you, and their loss leaves them
penniless. Poor old man! Poor
Madge! They have been good neigh
bors, living right next door to us."
Hector Greene glanced through
the window to observe the house,
evidently indicated by the speaker.
Then she came into the kitchen.
"Oh, all through?" she spoke, tak
ing out her purse. "If s 25 cents, I
think you said."
"Yes, madam," bowed Hector, and
she stared at him as she gave him
It Was the Stolen Wallet
the money. At a glance she noted
that he was manifestly superior to
the ordinary run of itinerant work
'Madam," he spoke, as. he moved
toward the door, "pardon me, but is
it in the house just east of here
where the Bells live?"
"Yes," replied the woman, won
deringly. "Why do you ask?"
"I overheard you speak of their
troubles," replied Hector, "and I feel