St Mary Catholic High School - Marathon Yearbook (Marietta, OH)

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ThelMarathon 1926 They did and the three continued to trail the man. They had drawn close to the bank now and the pursuers hid in the doorway of a nearby building. Al, you go and bring Mr. Howells here, whispered Jack. We, meaning himself and the policeman, will stay here until you get back. Hurry, there's no time to lose. Allen detached himself from the shadows of the building and stepped off on his errand. He reached his destination, and found the banker still up. Howells was surprised to see him. What you here this time of night? Why what's the matter, he demanded when he noticed the young man's excitement. Mr, Howells, your bank is about to be robbed. Jack Watson and I trailed the thief there, and we're going to nab him with the goods. We want you there at the finish. Don't call, Allen ordered when he saw Howells reach for the phone, we have a policeman there. Hurry, there's no time to lose. Ten minutes later they found the others where Allen had left them. Anything happen, he asked. Nothing, replied Jack. Mr. Howells how can we get inside? Is there a back entrance ? Yes, replied the banker, in the alley. Come, I'll show you. The four quietly made their way to the back of the building. t'There's the door, whispered the banker. Fortunately it did not creak, and in a few minutes all were inside, Howells leading the way. The intruder was so intent in his work that he did not realize he was being surrounded until the light fiashed on. f'Hands up, ordered Jack. PTGreat Scott, ejaculated the policeman, it's the 'Lone Wolff Whew! what a catc . P24 PF PK PF if A half hour later Mr. Howells, Jack and Allen were seated in the banker's home. You two have done me a great service, and I can't reward you enough. Watson I'll see that you benefit by this, and I mean it. He turned to Allen. Well, Allen, a smile played on his lips, 'AI guess you will do for a son-in-law. In his smoke filled room, Allen emerged from his thoughts, and reached for his pencil. Boy! he ejaculated, that will be a fine plot for my story. PF Pls ik lk Pk Three weeks later he again sat in Fundlison's office. This time the publisher's face did not remain motionless as he read the document in his hand. Finished, he looked up, his face wreathed in smiles. Allen this is wonderful. Best story I've read in a long time. He reached for his pen, wrote out a check, and handed it to the other. Allen looked at it, and his mouth fell open with astonishment. What! Ten thousand dollars for that? Yes, ten doum, and royalty on every copy sold. -James Torpy, '26. The End. 44

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