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"And you have assured yourself'
that this Jerome Boyce is worthy of
leniency?" interrogated Sidney with
businesslike gravity. ,
"Oh, indeed, yes," replied Myra
promptly. "I I vouch for him."
"That is a full guaranty for this
department at all times," declared
Sidney, and he felt rewarded by the
most grateful glow in Myra's eyes as
hefilled in a pardon blank.
"How good you are," said Myra,
"both to us and to this poor man."
Sidney forgot all about the inci
dent until late in the afternoon. He
was about to leave his office for the
day when' a poorly clad stranger
shuffled into the room.
"I am Jerome BoyceX' he an
nounced, "and the young lady said
you would help me a.bit on my way."
"Oh, yes, I remember," answered
Sidney. "What are your needs, my
"Just car fare to Hampden. I'm
through with the road, and, what's
worse, the jimmy. I've a sister living
at Hampden and I can bunk in if 111
"Is that sufficient to carry you
through?" asked Sidney, extending
a ten-dollar bilL
"Oh, it's only a dollar and a half,
the railroad fare."
"Just keep the rest for being hon
est enough to say so," spoke Sidney.
He placed his hand on the shoulder
of the man and-fixed his glance. "My
friend," he said, "if hard lines strike
you and you don't waver from the
straight road, let me know and 111
give you a helping hand.'"
"Bless you!" choked out his pen
sioner, the tears springing to his eyes
"and the young lady!" .
He paused about to cross the
m threshold and regaraea aianey nesi
W tatinelv and thoughtfully. Then he
looked all around the roomxas if to
assure himself that they were alone.
He came nearer to the mayor.
"I've something to say that my old
pals might call 'double crossing'," he
feaid in a low tone, "but you've made
me feel like a man and I want to give
you a warning. In the jail I met
some old pals. They put me wise to
a job you're interested iti."
"Why, how is that?" inquired the
"You generally carry a big sum in
city funds in that safe yonder, don't
"On occasions," admitted Sidney.
"What of it?"
"Some one's after it. See here,
there's a part of a city gang hired to
tap that strong box some dark
"Hired? You mean"
"The man who sentenced me,
your justice of the peace here, is be
hind the scheme."
'&r. Partin? Oh, incredible, man!
Don't tell me that nonsense!"
"It's true," persisted the man, "and
you'll be wise if yQU heed my warn
ing." Sidney Ward sat ruminating over
the starring disclosure long after
his pensioner had departed. He 'could
not but disbelieve any connection of
Partin with a scheme of robbery. He
had heard that Partin was in narrow
ready-money straits, but he decided
that, out of hatred toward Partin for
sentencing him, Boyce had attempt
ed to cast suspicion upon him. Be
sides that, Partin had gone to the
tity for a week a few days previous
and this did not look as though he
was linked up with any local misdo
ings. Still, it was best to be on guard, for
Boyce had been very earnest in what p
he said. Sidney unlocked the safe.
From an inner compartment he re
moved a "large envelope containing
the entire local tax collection in bills
of large denomination, to be shipped
to the county seat the last dayof the
month. Then, about to close the safe,
a queer smile crossed the face of
Sidney. He went over to his desk
and fished out a package done up in
a newspaper. Opening it, he revealed
what looked like thousands and
, thousands of dollars In government