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VIOLET OLIVE JOHNSON,
Portland, Oregon.
I
"There's Tug Ferguson," remark
ed Billy Mitchy, boxer and "ham ac
tor," to his friend and satellite, the
cub reporter, as a tall young fellow
strolled into the Idle Hour pool room
where they were playing a game of
pea pool.
As If he heard the words, the man
In question turned around. He was
rather good looking, and there was
a certain air of defiance in his lean
face, and in the set of his narrow
shoulders.
A strange expression flashed
across his face as he saw Mitchy.
There was a flicker of triumph in his
eye as he nodded, almost insolently.
"V n him!" exploded that gen
tleman, returning the bow sullenly.
"He stole my girl once! I'll bet he
pulled that Kiernan job the bulls
have been so bumfoozled over," he
finished vindictively after a pause
looking slyly at the cub.
That boy's chubby visage was all
Interest. His air of perpetual sur
prised enthusiasm deepened.
"Do you think so?" he gasped,
his eyes like saucers, "Is that the guy
they suspect? Gee; That'd make
some story, wouldn't it? Can't they
get anything on him?"
"PBhaw;" snorted Mitchy, the
scorn of the man-of-the-world for
the young and unsophisticated in his
voice; "Don't you know nothing?
Don't you know he's too slick for
'em? They'd give their eye teeth to
git somethln' on 'im. Now it it was
me," he went on presently, warming
to his subject, "I'll bet I c'd catch
'lm if I was a bull, but I ain't, so "
"Oh, you do do you?" inquired a
new voice behind him. Mitchy whirl
ed to find the Captain of Detectives
regarding him out of amusedly skep
tical eyes. He was startled. He had
thought hmself on safe ground where
he could blow to Impress his young
admirer. This was more than he had
bargained for, but there was some
thing in that smiling face that made
It impossible for him to back down.
He smiled back.
"Course I could," he said with an
assurance he was far from feeling,
now that he was, so to speak, up
against it. To his mingled horror
and satisfaction, the captain actually
took him up.
"All right," that worthy grinned,
"We'll give you a chance Mitchy.
We'll temporarily put you on the
force and try out your boast." There
was a gleam of good natured malice
In the captain's eye that fired his
pride. Outside of that, too, he was
only too glad to take a crack at Tug.
Ever since that gentleman had mar
ried red haired Evelyn O'Hara from
right under his nose there had been
a smouldering enmity between them.
Now he looked up to find Tug regard
ing him with an expression of faint
derision. A flash of involuntary ha
tred passed like an electric current
through his brain. It was not alone
the captain whom he would "show"
when the time came.
"Done!" he said savagely. "This'.ll
be gettin' even on him for several
things he's pulled on me!" The last
was an inaudible mutter.
"All right bo," said the captain
good naturedly. "Come on an' we'll
cook this thing up. I'm curious to
know how you're agoin' to hang any
thing onto him."
"I'll just watch 'im! That's all!"
were the last words the still smiling
Tug heard as the three of them went
out of the door. After they had gone,
however, his face sobered, and a
crafty look' overspread it. "So you
think you'll queer me, do you?" he
muttered. "You yellow dog! Well,
we'll see." He loitered a feT min
utes to let them get out of sight, then
went out.
The shackly stairs of his "apart
ment" out on Quimby street creaked
as he strode up them, bringing a pret
ty, red haired girl with a strained
look in her soft brown eyes, to the
dingy door. A flame of home bright
ened her face as she opened to him,
to die again at his half-shamed slump
into the nearest Chair. The question
she asked was barely a breath, but
it was asked with an intensity that
betrayed its extreme importance.
"Its no use, Evelyn," he told her
dismally, "There ain't a job to be
begged, bought or stolen. I'm agoin'
back to "
"Tug!" she Implored, "Not that,
not that! You promised when I "
"No use, girlie," he interrupted
bitterly, "I promised to take care 'o
you too, an' I ain't agoin' ta see you
starve. What's the use 'o keepin'
straight anyhow? You an' I've got
ta live Honey. You're so hungry now
that you ain't hardly able to navi
gate. Think I wanta lose you now I
got you?" lis face was fierce with
the instinct to protect, to cherish.
"Just one more day, Tug," she
pleaded bravely. She was hungry,
Only she knew how hungry, but she
pulled herself resolutely together,
lier own face glowing with a fire that
made her very lovely. "Just one
more day, maybe something will
come up so you won't have trj "
"I ain't agoin' ta fool around no
longer, girlie!" he told her, "I'm
agoin' ta start out. I gotta feed
you."
"Tug!" she gasped again, her
voice a wail of dlspalr. "Oh Tug, no!
They'll get you."
A swift thought of Mitchy and his
boast crossed his mind, but he dis-
' missed It with a shrug.
i "No chance, girlie," he assured
her, "It'll be the last lap o' the rane
an' I'm way in the lead. They can't
catch me." There was a grave as
surance in his voice that thrilled her
pride in spite of herself, but even
that couldn't quite kill the fear. She
made one last appeal, her soul in
her haggard eyes.
"Tug," she said tremulously, "I
want you to stay straight. I don't
want you to do It, even if it is safe.
I'd rather starve than "
A high thin wail interrupted her.
She stopped, her face whitening. "I
forgot the kid!" she muttered in a
broken voice. Tug's face grew grim
mer, more determined, and somehow,
though he was planning to commit a
crime, sweeter. The girl suddenly
broke into a fierce wild weeping, and
crept Into his arms. "My God. what
a world!" she stormed, "What a
world!" Again the cry came, and
slipping out of his arms, she ran to
the crib, and with bitter heart, but
tender voice and eyes, crooned over
the rosy baby who smiled brightly up
at the sight of her.
"Poor little mite," she said pity
ingly, "If you Just knew you wouldn't
smile. If you only knew!" It was
obvious that the baby at least had
not suffered so far. But Evelyn
shuddered when she thought how
soon the milk bottle would be empty.
Empty without a chance of refilling.
There were unutterable deeps In
the eyes Tug bent upon mother and
child as he went out, vainly trying
to clear the lump out of his tb .oat.
Down on the street once more, he
turned and made his way to Kelly's
saloon, where he sat down at a table
in the corner. He ordered a beer.
His credit was good for that much
anyway. While it was coming he
gazed morosely at nothing, his mind
busy, planning, considering, behind
his expressionless face. He was sub
consciously aware of the old man In
the obviously new store clothes who
came in at the door, and shuffling up
to the bar, smiled around with a sen
ile attempt at youthful geniality, but
paid no attention to him until a
whiney voice insisted in a tone meant
to be pleasant:
"Come on boys, the drinks are on
me. I just inherited a bunch o' kale,
an' I ain't had any fer so darn long
that I'm out to paint the town, an' I
want ye all ta help me." Then, as no
one moved, "?e ain't goln' ta turn
down an old man are ye? Come on,
step up and have one." The crowd
made a move, and in a moment Tug
found the old man addressing him
with a watery smile of invitation.
He looked up irritablv, annoyed that
his revery had been disturbed. Then
his heart took a sudden astounding
flop. In his hand the old man held
an enormous roll of bills. Tug did
not notice that he held them so they
were concealed from the rest of the
crowd. For a moment the start he
gave almost betrayed the undue in
terest he took, then he composed him
self. "Old fool!" he thought to him.
self, but he grinned with an assump.
tion of good nature.
"Much obliged ta you, believe I
will wet my throat," he said care
lessly, and stepped to the bar. Shades
of Croesus! Here was milk for the
kid, food for Evelyn. Surely provi
dence had played right Into his
hands! He had been thinking so
hard, trying to find a way, and here
was a fortune right under his hand.
He wouldn't take all of It he told
himself. Only just enough to tide
him over until he could get some
thing to do. The old man would
never miss a little from such a wad.
Evelyn and the kid might as well
have it as old Kelly, He turned af
ter swallowing his drink, and appar
ently without looking at the strange
creature, stepped out of the door. He
waited at the corner, and when the
old man shuffled out of the dooretao
old man shuffled out again, he follow
hlm. Again fate seemed to play right
into his hands. The old man, instead
of heading up town, turned down the
darkest street in the neighborhood.
It was very early in the evening, but
there was a fine drizzling rain fall
ing, and the streets were nearly de
serted. No one saw him slip after
the stooping figure. Noiseless as a
creeping panther he slid along, his
hand in his pocket, clutching a gun,
which was, to tell the truth, empty.
"Hands up!" he suddenly command
ed, stepping in front of the man, who
had stopped uncertainly in front of
a peculiarly dark doorway, and
seemed afraid to go any further.
At the sudden command the old
man seemed to shrink into himself,
and his hands unclasped in front of
him. "Hands UP!" ordered Tug
again. The ancient figure stepped
awkwardly toward hlm( and the
hands started waveringly upward
almost in his face. Then, when It
was quite close, the decrepit form,
suddenly and without warning,
straightened Itself like a steel spring
and Tug thought a battering ram hit
him on the end of the jaw. As he
lost consciousness he had a wild vis
ion of Billy Mitchy's thick features
leering at him under a tousled mop
of grey hair. He was oblivious to the
men who ran from the dark doorway
and grasped that gentlemant's hand
in congratulation. He did not know
it when they slipped the handcuffs
on him. He only awoke when he
was being taken into the station,
Mitchy and the cub on either side of
him.
"Gee, Mitchy," the desk sergeant
was saying, "You're sure some boy!
I never believed you could pull that
off. Yon ought to be a regular cop!"
Mitchy swelled like a pouter pigeon,
and the cub was fairly dancing wii'i
excitement. He was very young and
very new on the paper, and he rec
ognized a chance to make some of
the old horses admit he was some re
porter. He meant to make a great
story out of this. It would be a
crackerjack, a scoop, and who could
tell but what his imaginatiou
trailed off into the clouds.
"This looks bad for you," the ser
geant was telling Tug sociably, as
ne enierea mm. I suppose you
know we have the goods on you ou
the Kiernan Job, too don't you?"
"Have you?" asked Tug imper-
turbably.
The sergeant smiled to himself.
That had been a wild shot of his
and he knew there was no use try
ing to bluff Tug Ferguson anyway.
Besides, Tug's attention was obvious
ly engrossed with something outside
of his capture. Something was wor
rying him badly. It was not long
coming to the surface.
"Say," he wanted to know with
sudden impulsiveness "Couldn't some
o' you guys klnda look out for my
wife an' kid? They're starvin'.
That's why I'm here tonight. I wa9
tryin' to lift something so's I could
gem 'em some eats. I couldn't get
no job." He stopped abruptly, look
ing rather wildly about at the un
friendly faces. "Its straight goods,"
he resumed defensively. "I don't give
a d n about myself, but Evelyn
an' the kid, I "
The sergeant smiled skeptically.
He had heard that before. Mitchy
laughed insultingly. Then he broke-
himself.
"I'll see to your wife. I had 'er'
before you did!" he lied with an ugly
leer.
Before this the cub had begun to -
vaguely sense that there was some
thing beneath the surface here. The '
personal enmity of Billy Mitchy had
made itself apparent on more than
one occasion, so he was not sur
prised. Neither was he shocked
when Tug made a wild lunge at his
tormentor. He couldn't hit him.
manacled as he was, but he startled
him into jerking out a large pink
bordered silk handkerchief he had
been nonchalantly fingering. With
it came a small gold locket and chain.
It tumbled to the floor before he
could recover it, and the nearest po
liceman picked it up. Mitchy's face
paled, and he made a nervous move '
to reclaim it. "Hello," said the of
ficer In a startled tone, "What's this? '
Its got the monogram JCK on it.
Ain't that the letters on the locket -Mrs.
Kiernan said was stole?"
"What?" said the sergeant sharp-
ly. "Let me have a look at it!" He"
took it, and after searching among
some papers, presently called the
Kiernan number,. Meanwhile Mit
chy had lost his head completely.
He was too taken by surprise to
think of a plausible lie, and his face
was a study in confusion. He was
fairly caught in his own trap. When
he thought attention was directed
away from him for an instant he
made a dive for the door, but the
cub was clumsily in his way, and be
fore he could knock him down, he
was seized from behind, and brought,
struggling and protesting, to the
desk, where the iron bracelets were
slipped on his wrists;
"What's your address Mitchy?"
snapped the sergeant authoritively.
He muttered an answer. "Is that
correct?" the sergeant demanded of
the cub. "Yes," stuttered that round
eyed individual.
The sergeant proceeded to write
something on a piece of paper, which
he shoved over the desk. "Here
you," he said to an officer who stood
near; "You and M'Ginnis take a run
out there and look this guy's lodg
ings over. Here's a list of the Kier
nan stuff. Get a hustle on you too,
Mr. Kiernan'll be here before you
get back If you don't."
Mitchy was dragged away, sullen,
vengeful, but badly scared, and the
cub stepped up to Tug.
"Say," he began awkwardly,
'Was that really straight about
about the wife and kid? I d I'd
kind of like to to help out if I
could."
Tug looked at him, surprised.
Then his face lighted up. "It sure
is!" he said wistfully, "An' I'd
I'd "
"Where can I find 'em?" interrupt
ed the cub hastily.
"910 Quimby Street, upstairs, an'
an' thanks!" he said simply,
holding out one shackled hand.
"All right," returned the cub,
grasping it. "Don't worry about .
them, they'll be taken care of," and
he was gone.
We shall not take time to go into
the details of the finding of the Kier
nan loot In Mitchy's room, nor of
the cub's really throbbing "heart-interest"
story of the red haired girl
who watched a chubby, sleeping baby
with pale face and fearful eyes. Suf
fice to say that on the last lap of his
race with the law, Tug Ferguson
found himself. The cub's story
awoke many kind hearts. It even
brought Tug the work he had tramp
ed the city day after day in vaiu for.
It was a summer evening, some
months later. Tug, tired, soiled, but
happy, swung open a gate iu front of
a cozy, tiny house, bright with flow
ers. A vision of flying red curls, milk
and rose cheeks, and sparkling brown
eyes, met him at the door.
"Hello you, boy!" she greeted
him as he kissed her.
"Hello yourself," he cried gaily,
swinging his' fat crowing son to his
shoulder.
"Some kid, ain't he now!" he as
serted proudly.