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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 man?" "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 be respectable." "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 puzzled Sidney. "You generally carry a big sum in city funds in that safe yonder, don't you?" N "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 night." "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