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THE LOOTERS
By Genevieve Ulmar
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Sidney Ward was on the road to
success and was both .grateful and
modest He had only on? care in life
Myra. He did not know if Myra
Dalworth knew her mind. He loved
her, however. She was kindly and
gracious, but he had a rival, Gene
Partin. -
Sidney was a lawyer, but had grad
ually drifted from his professional
capacity into politics. A reform
movement had come along and he
had been induced to allow his name
to be placed on that ticket. The re
sult was that he was elected prose
cuting attorney.
At the end of two years the spoils
men of the party put up a strong
local fight The city needed the right1
man m the right place. Sidney was
elected mayor by a flattering major
ity. Partin was ousted from a posi
tion as assessor, but on the county
ticket was made a justice of peace.
This was quite a come-down for
that free-and-easy spendthrift, but
he managed to maintain an automo
bile and wear good clothes, hoasting
of a rich uncle in another state and a
prospective heirship. He had a pleas
ing way and was popular and Myra's
family rather favored him in prefer
ence to Sidney, but the latter had
heard of some wild doings of his in
the city, and, leaving all personal
hopes aide, would have grieved to see
him the husband of a bright, inno
cent girl like Myra.
Sidney was delighted when Myra
and a girl friend, both considerably
interested in charitable and humani
tarian work about the city, came to
his office one day. Myra had a slip
of paper in one hand on which a
name and number were written. She
1'onded it to Sidney.
... Ma.yor," she said, "we have
come to ask a favor of you in line
with the uplift work of our society."
" 'Jerome Boyce, 971 read Sidney.
"Wants a position, I suppose most
of my applicants do."
"No, no, Mr., Mayor," explained
Myra, quite on her maidenly dignity
in treating of official business, "we
want a pardon."
"For this man?" inquired Sidney.
"Mr. Mayor," she said, "we have
at breaking stone. He is old, ill, has
friends he can go, to. His offense
was drinking to excess and Mr. Par
tin" "You mean, Mr. Justice of the
Peace,' reminded Sidney with a.
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A Poorly Clad Stranger Shuffled
Into the Room
smile. "If not, why distinguish in
your selection of stiff, official
names?" '
"But a justice is not a mayor," ob
served Myra, wjth an expression on
her face that emphasized the estima
tion in which she held his lofty dig
nity. "Besides, it is a good deal to
ask you to turn loose a man on the
community who was in the past at
least a confessed criminal,"
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