Argosy and Railroad Man's Magazine, Vol. 107 No. 3 — page 81: what you’re looking at

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XY. ALIAS THE ANGLEWORM. N\ win; that you came from Coalport, and that you knew Mr. Henry Phelps, cashier of the First National since you were a little boy; didn’t you>?”’ Jason bowed his head. “ And, afterward, I introduced you, with the letter you had from the Coalport First National Bank, to a certain bank in Pitts- burgh, did I not?” ‘Yes, sir.” ‘““ Never mind the name of the bank or the man I introduced you to.” said Jimmy, with a wry smile. ‘‘ That will come later. I want Marshal Tredway to know the facts. And, after that, you came, one day. to the bank and opened an account, didn't you?” “Yes, sir.” ‘“‘ And the cashier read your.letter and also called up the First National and asked for Mr. Phelps, didn’t he?” 66 Yes, sir.” . ‘Who answered that telephone call?” Jason looked at Burns. ‘I thought you told me they couldn’t find anything dut— that Snodgrass told you this here fellow wasaboob?” {/ — ‘““Answer my question, Jimmy. ‘Mike Burns answered it, and said that he was Phelps and that the letter was O. K. ) ‘“* And afterward, you : dropped in to the bank, one day, and asked the president to meet a certain Adolphus Smith, who had a check for twenty-eight thousand dollars on a certain bank account—you did that, too, didn’t your” “Yes, sir.’ ‘¢ How much money had Snodgrass given you to put into that bank in your own name?’’ “ Fifty thousand dollars.” Just here Mr. Bugbee nearly expired at the mere thought of so much golden fleece and all the oat money it would buy for a livery stable owner, who had to play poker to keep his loved animals from famine. He autgmatically resuscitated himself, however, through sheer curiosity to learn how such a scamp as Jason could have be- come such a man-of-the-world since Mr. Bugbee had come to Coalport. please,” said ‘ and you and makes nine. 423 ‘“ Did the president grant your request?” ‘Yes, sir.” “And Adolphus Smith got his check cer- tified?” Yes, sir.” “ Where did that check go?” ‘To Mr. Snodgrass’s office.” Jason, under the probe, then told how he had subsequently checked back to Mr. Snodgrass forty-nine thousand dollars, be- ing allowed the other thousand for his « work ; how Mike Burns got a similar amount; and how Mike, who had run down overnight to Pittsburgh for an hour on Saturday—always a busy half day in a big city bank — had impersonated Adolphus and had been likewise given a thousand, ere returning to the culm-banks and the other-- bark that festooned and adorned Coalport. ‘ This telegram,” said Jimmy to the mar- shal, ‘‘ tells how the detectives of the Bank- ers’ Protective Association have also cap- tured Snodgrass, with the loot, in St. Louis. He’s the last of a bad gang of professional, master check-raisers, at large. You may lock up Mr. Burns, for he’s a bad egg. The man whose account was robbed, with a check raised from twenty-eight dollars to twenty-eight thousand, will not press any charge against your nephew, if you will be responsible for him and have him appear before the grand jury, when his testimony is need ‘é Gosh!” said Mr. Bugbee, when the other three had gone out. ‘“ This here poker game makes me think of the ten-lit- tle-Injun game I used to play,-when a kid. There was seven of us little Tojuns playin’ for the golden fleece. Long comes Tom Then, in busts Viv—makin’ ten. And now, there’s only three of us little Injuns left.” CHAPTER XVI. AND STILL “ ALIAS.”’ R. BUGBEE,” said Marshal Tom next morning to the clerk of the Mansion House, on whom he “ dropped in’ a little before noon, .‘‘ what on earth ailed you, last night, when you phoned out to NOO (C(O) S (C(O) mM