The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, December 11, 1919, Image 11
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HE night-walchm»n at
iaa> poMCMcd at
A dii* sens* of hi* Im
portance, was called
“Sergeant” Moore, He
bad become aware
that the distinctive
title was one In gen
eral vogue with metro*
polltan police systems
and be was proud of
the designation.
The day precedlrt
Christmas was alw»-«
one looked forward to by the
doughty sergeant, for It was upon tin t
occasion that bis conscience al
lowed him to accept little marks of
approbation.
“Hey, there, sergeant!” generally
prefaced the bestowal of something In
the shape o' a gift.
'“It’s duty I have to attend to all
night long,” he told his Wife. “They
HE village chimes rang
oi -a - mellew amah*
dear, ^and vibrant as
golden heads dropped
Into a crystal dish,
but Adam Marsh draw
his worn fur cap down
oloser about bis ear*
and scowllngly took a
shortcut towards his
desolate home.
He. ' had neither
chick nor child, only
money. He hardened
hi* soul against yule-
tide suggestions and tried to glory In
scouting the humanising Influence of
home, social friendship and “the folly
called love!” Then he came to a sud
den halt and sprang behind a tree.
There was a light In the room where
he slept. Against the lamp light there
was outlined the figure of-a roughly
dressed man standing at an open bu
reau. Marsh stole to the kitchen,
aaele»t-ho98* -pis
Is strength to carry back what I took. 1 *
“Tah I" Jeered Marsh. “Sort of: rob
bing Peter to pay, Paul, hey? Mow
then, PH run no risks of your turning
on me. Empty your pockets,** and the
man disgorged a rusted Jackknife
and something that glowed with the
glint of gold. ^
“Back to yonder corner,” ordered
Marsh rasplngty. - •'What’s this?” and
his nimble fingers clutched a, locket
and chain the ether had placed on the
tablo. -—. . ■'
“If hm'f ynnra, nor minor bosot sol
tho Intruder.' “Say, I must take that
back where It belengs. Listen to me.
It was ten miles down tho road. In.
A wretched little hovel. In the front
room wee e pale, wearied woman at
tending to her sick husband. In a
back room was a little angel of a girl
e- % i
say there's a regular band of burglars
on the move." —r-
Now two problems of fate were to
work out a strange series of circum
stances, in the Christmas eve events
appertaining to the redoubtable ser
geant. The first was that the little
town Jail had burned down the week
previous. The second was that a new
family had moved to town early In De
cember. comprising the Waynes—fath
er, mother, a charming daughter of
seventeen and three young children.
As Moore passed their place he noted
that It was all dark, the family prob
ably absent at some local entertain
ment, and be caught the echo of a
sound resembling the tipping over of
a piece of furniture. Then from an
open window a form protruded.
“Burglars!” muttered the sergeant,
and made a dash for the presumable
despoiler.
“Hold on!” spoke the latter excited
ly. “It’s all right.”
“Oh. Is It?” purred Moore derisively.
“What’s that?” and he made a grab
at the protruding pocket of the young
man.
“If you’ll allow me to explaffc,” be
gan the latter. “I know the people
who live here.”
“Oh, yes, very particular friends^
Cordially invlied you to break into the
house at any hour of the night! And
this—a new muffler and a pair of
gloves. Say, you come with me,” and
the sergeant marched his captive from
the spot. '
“If you’ll only let me explain,"
pleaded the young man, but Moore was
deaf, blind to all but duty. Fifteen
apd, gliding to the door of the lighted
room, burst It in.
“What arf you doing here?” he
shouted out. “Hands up!”
It was rather a weak than an evil
face that confronted him. Its owner
looked crestfallen, rather than sullen.
“I—I was looking for something to
eat," he stammered out.
“That’s likely outside of the kitch
en, isn’t lt,» now!” snarled Marsh
derisively.
“Well then, fludlng nothing in the
kitchen I hoped I could pick up some
little trifle that would bring me a
meal. Say, I’m not a genuine bad
one. I never touched a cent that was
not my own until this very day. And
thle has so shamed me, that all I ask
child, asleep on a torn thin blanket
I noticed the chain and locket around
the child's throat I sneaked up and
took It I’ve a wife and two litAe
tots in the city; lost my Job and vras
tramping, looking for work. I was
frantic aa I thought of their wretched
nrledavt;
the trinket and steal a ride home on
the bumpers. Don’t shoot!” for
Marsh, opening the locket and scan
ning the portrait within shook from
head to foot, and with glaring eyes
viewed the locket as though It were
some bofilng wraith.
Ah t how it recalled to him the
bright, sunny-faced daughter he had
•hut out from heart and home the day
she eloped with Rodney Blair. He
had never sought to learn of her fate.
And now the locket she had worn he
had strangely fouud, cherished and
protected by her little child with his
picture still In it
“My man,” he said, “if you will take
me to where you found the people
yon tell of, yonr dear ones shall have
e Christmas, Indeed.”
“I’ll dp that for nothing," half
sobfted the penitent fellow.
Little Cora Blair was sobbing In
her mother’s arms as Adam Marsh
reached the.doorstep of the home of
the unfortunates. He heard her say:
“Oh, mamma, can’t we search for my
pretty locket? Every night when 1
say my prayers and ask a blessing
tor the dear’grandfather I have neVer
I shall falsa seeing hi* rictmre."
“Merry Christmas and—forgive-
1“ spoke Adam Matsh^ pushing
the door open. “Alice, I’ve come te
(bake up for my cruelty and neglech"
And when the penitent had faithful
ly returned from the village store*
with a heaping basket full of Christ
mas chew and gifts for tho little
oop Marsh had ordered, he started for
the fcity with a warm, snug roll oi
hank notea -hi his hand.'
. “Mew far my ewu limut IBfl Hg
Merry Christmas of my dear ones!”
ho jubllatod. “Oh, d) never stray
Away from the straight path and them
again,” and la a wild ecstasy he sang
la socord with the chiming bells:
“Peace oc earth and good will t»
wards aU meal”
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minutes later the captive found him
self locked into a stone cellar, and the
sergeant handed its key to his wife,
saying:
“You might pass in a jug of water
and a plate of bread to my catch
through the window; It’s got no sash
to it. I’ll drop around again soon.”
The young man In retirement was
pacing about In the dark and anathe
matizing his officious captor when Mrs.
Moore timidly approached the window.
. “Here’s some water and a little
food,” she said, “so you won’t suffer,"
and just as shs passed the things In
she uttered a shriek and crouched
down trembling. Two men had sud
denly appeared, real burglars this
time.
“Oh, sir!” whispered the woman
through the pellar window, “they may
kill the children I And then there’s all
Tim’s half yearly pay in the bureau!
Please help me. Here’s the key to the
cellar door,” and something tinkled on
the floor. Something else then tran
spired. The released captive located
and knocked down and tied hand and
foot the prowler within the house.
Then coming unawares upon the armed
bandit outside he toppled him over,
rendered him helpless, and seemed to
enjoy the excitement of it all.
“I am Rcscoe Walden and I am en
gaged to Ethel Wayne.” he explained
an hour later to the bewildered ser
geant after the latter bird transferred
the two criminals to limbo. “This is
the first time I have visited their new
home, and I got in surreptitiously to
place a present on the Christmas tree
as a surprise to my'lady love. I don't
• want the Waynes lo know I am in
Plympton until after she finds It.”
There was a rare spice of adventur
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devoted lover's unique experience whe^
he recited the same the next morn
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was gaining popularity and the com
munity's good will by detailing his
heroic act which had signalized Christ
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