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THE SECRET CODE
v By Elizabeth Schoen Cobb
"You understand, Mollie?"
"Yes, father." "
"There isn't likely to be much out
of the ordinary in this dull town, but
you can't always tell. If there should
be a strike or a big fire or a murder,
telegraph Bridgetown hor help. Be
sure to sign the message 'D. D. I.'
That's the regular police code and
makes it official."
"There won't anything come up
that I can't handle, father," declared
Mollie Crawford. "D. D. L I'll re
member. You take two good days'
vacation, now. Throw everything off
your mind. Brother and I can take
care of everything."
John Crawford, marshal of Paines
ville, proceeded to the door. He halt
ed for a moment to fix a quizzical
eye on his daughter.
"Hear you've got a new beau, Mol
lie," he chuckled. "Who is he?"
"Oh, only a stranger passing
through the town, that's all. father.
I knew his sister at school."
"Just so. Well, good-by."
Mollie was left alone in the little
building that was the telegraph office
of Painesville, where she was on
night duty. Her father was marshal
of the village and had been for sev
eral years. Painesville was a quiet,
respectable place, but it had a large
mill population and sometimes there
were disorders. There was a day
and night watchman, however, and
these had been directed by the mar
shal to come to his son or Mollie in
case of any trouble. ' . .
Mollie had blushed when her fa
ther referred to " a new beau." Th,ere
was some substance to the intima
tion. Vernon Beardsley had passed
through Painesville twice In the past
month and each time he had called
on Mollie. This time he had spent
half the afternoon with Mollie and
had spoken some decidedly tender
He was brother of a former favor
its schoolmate of Mollie and was
making his mark as special solicitor
for a leading law firm of Matteson,
50 miles each of Painesville, work
ing on an important counterfeiting
case. He had hinted' at gathering
up some valuable evidence, and that
some outside members-.of the gang
he was after; had threatened to ob
struct or "get even" .'.with him.
Mollie was a trifle-anxious over
this. She reflected sw,eetly over the
"How Much Rush?"
pleasant compliments Vernon had
bestowed upon her. She was en-:
grossed in a captivating day dream
when two men entered the place.
"This the telegraph office," in
quired one of them. Both were
strangers in Painesville and were
hard-looking characters. Mollie nod
"Sure, he's gone on to Bridge
town?" inquired the other.