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' ' THE BLUE WALLET
By Doris Ada Matteson
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Tom Stibbs was-just setting the
last of a sixteen-sheetposter in place
on Sign 21 of the Universal Adver
tising Syndicate when the ladder un
der him shook. He looked down
"Hello, there!" he shouted. "What
are you about?"
A man had come rushing around
the corner at a high rate of speed.
As be turned it he glanced backward.
Tis caused a stumble. His hat fell
off J1 The next moment he was up the
ladder. He was a nimble, quick-acting
.individual for like an acrobat he
pulled himself up alongside of the bill
poster. Then he grabbed the long
flaring paste brush from his hand and
gave him a blow directly under the
cfiin. Tom Stibbs went headlong to
the inside edge of the sidewalk. He
uttered a groan and lapsed into in-
Almost immediately two police of
ficers came dashing around the cor
ner. They glared ahead, but the ob
ject of their pursuit had vanished.
"Where's he got to?" panted one
of the officers.
"Bless me if I know!" retorted the
other. "Must have slipped Into some
"No aha!" ejaculated his compan
ion and he stopped and picked up the
tell-tale hat Then he glanced up at
the sign and ladder set against it
There the bill poster substitute was
industriously wielding the paste
"That'll do, my hearty!" sang out
the officer, drawing a weapon. "A
clever trick that, but we've got you.
Come down and give up your booty
and arrange for a good long term, for
youve grabbed something worth
while this time."
But the man on the ladder had no
thought of giving in so readily. He
,jContinue4-to manipulate the brush f or
a moment or two. Suddenly he
whirled about. Bang! went the
brush, directly into the face of one
of his' captors. Splash! the contents
of the pail deluged the other. Trust
ing to their momentary discomfiture
the thief, for such he was, sprang to
the ground from the ladder and start
ed down the street
"Halt or I fire!'1 rang out from one
of the officers.
The speeding fugitive disdained to
The officer did fire. The fleeing
man threw up his arms, whirled about
The Fleeing Man Threw Up His Arms
and' went down like a clod. The offi
cers ran up to the spot-where lie lay.
"Done for," reported one of them
soberly "shbt directly through the
"Where's his plunder?"
They searched, but in vain. Then
one of them summoned a patrol
wagon, A crowd gathered but dis-