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ROBBERY OR TALE OF A MAN IN NATURE'S GARMENT
'Twasy early morning in the al
ley on LaSalle street, between
West Chicago avenue and Chest
'Twas early morning in other
parts of Chicago as well, but the
early morning was particularly
noticeable in that particular alley.
Dr. R. A. Cox approached the
alley. Hah! Likewise horrors!
.What was that?
The brave ambulance surgeon
crouched back. It was it cer
tainly was a man crouching there
behind the. telephone pole in the
Was Dr. Cox afraid? No, sir,
Dr. Cox was not afrafci. He drew,
his trusty revolver, and advanced'
upon the straw hat peeping from
behind the telephone pole.
"Put up your hands, -and come
out of there, and don't make a
move or I'll blow your head off,"
Ke said, sternly very sternly.
Had we space and time we
should pause to inquire' how Dr.
Cox imagined the man was going
to put up his hands and come out
of there without making a move.
But we have not time. So on,
Desperate Desmond, on wijh the
A gasp came from behind the
telephone pole. It was a feeble
"Don'tjry any of your tricks.
I have you covered, and I'll
shoot," said the brave ambulance
"Aw, nix!" said a voice from
behind the telephone pole, a voice
as feeble as the gasp. "Nix!
Don't hdld me up again ! I've got
nothing but a straw hat left"
"What's that? Do you dare to
try and kid me, sir?" demanded
"Kid you !" This time the voice
was indignant, very indignant.
"Kid you ! Do I look as if I was
liable to be kidding people?"
And a form stepped out from
the shelter of the telephone pole.
It was a man. The brave ambu
lance surgeon had been right. It
was undoubtedly a man, a man
who wore nothing but a straw
hat, a cigar and a look of utter
"What d'you mean by this?"
demanded "Dr. Cox, still very
sternly. "What d'you mean by
it? Don't you know you can be
arrested for running around like
this. It ain't.legal." '
"That's right! , Blame me!
D'you thiqk I'm doing this for my,
health? I've been stuck up."
The . gentleman with nothing
on was James Denvir, a printer,
living at 2717 West Congress
street. Denvir works nights. He
was on his way home early this
morning. He was cheerful. He
had nothing on his mind.
Then two rough, rude persons,
carrying revolvers, stepped up to
him and backed nim into the al
Jey and about five" minutes later
Mr. Denvir had nothing on at all.
Dr. Cox escorted Denvir to a
saloon, where, a. kindhearted bar
tender lent' him an apron while he
telephoned for pants.
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