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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 29, 1912, Image 20

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legged tliat person, keen suspic
i6n in his swarthy face.
"This is my friend," proceed
ed Barton, pointingLto Moore.
"Oh, maybe you'rea"hother de
tective, eh?" demanded the out
law. "Detective? Why, we are air
men." "And found a new way, to
sneak into our district where .we
shoot strangers on sigKt? Here,
boys, this one, too !"
Suddenly the outlaw turned.
The little girl had fbllqw,ed Bar
ton. Now, arms outstretched,
she came into view.
"Mary, little Mary!" gasped
the outlaw. "How did you come
"I br6ught her," said Burton
quickly; "your wife and baby,
too. They are back near 'the
spring. The Dollivers liave raid
ed your homes, and "
A cry of rage "went up from
the rough crowd. The strangers
were for a moment forgotten.
The woman and babe were
brought into the camp. Then
there were rapid explanations.
Half of the men sprang to their
horses, and with direful threats
swept north to add another san
guinary chapter to the great Dol
liver family feud.
The outlaw chieftain came back
to the catrip fire with tears in his
eyes and gentle as a lamb. In
stantly Moore was released. He
overwhelmed Barton with thanks.
He learned the real mission of
the aviators v in that forbidden
r "Four of you," he shouted to
his men, "get to Shelbyville fast
as you can, and bring back fifty
gallons of gasolipe. If the town
is asleep, shoot 'it up. Be back
at daylight. These friends ot
ours" must he back to their airship
and, the rest of us on the trail of
"Ask him to give me my
trophy," whispered Moore to his
friend. -
"Your trophy?"
"Yes, see it's been a target fast
ened to that tree yonder. These
illiterate fellows can't read, ariU
insisted that the badge was thaf"
of a secret service detective
The trophy, plus one deep mil
let dent, was returned to its own
er with apologies.
The airship made a brilliant
non-stop flight, almost beating
the record. A guest" at thenar-
ton home, Elwyn Moore had the
coveted chance to present himself
and his trophy to pretty Mabel
Barton. , - i
' She admireH it, and "its -owner
aswell. The result was'naHura.1.
The trophybecame a family heir
loom. Itfwas not only a femin-
der of the skill of its owner; but of
that weird hour in the moon
shiner's camp when the loyal Nel
son Barton arrived "just in time."
Perhaps -there will be ex-presidents
who will take Carnegie's
pensions. But the ex who does
can rest assured that his job aV
an ex is;mafde permanent thereby.
o o '
Montreal. Justine Masson, 780
lbs , dead. Believed largest jvvom
an in world.
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