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what happened then? Well, Shaver
turned mo up and saved himself from
the rope." He threw up his hands
In a gesture of Impotence. "Yep,
that's the way It comes back on you.
They gave me fifteen. I tried to
make a deal with 'em by turning up
my plates, but they figured fifteen
would wind me up; and they knew
I was the only one who knew where
the plates are burled. And they ain't
afraid of those plates as long as
they're In the ground, and I'm In
here. There you are, kid; that's how
It nicked me. Now will you believe
me when I say I know you can't
make It pay?"
Chub played the part of remorse
ful youth to perfection.
"You're right," he said. "I've been
a fool. Well, It Is n't too late for mo
to go right when I get outside."
He let there be no doubt concern
ing his reformation, always giving
Clarkson credit for opening his eyes.
The warden noted It and told a re
porter. The reporter wrote a Christ
mas feature Btory about it It was a
touching little thing, the tale of, the
old broken convict who had saved a
young man after his first false step.
The warden mailed a copy with a
hearty, encouraging letter to Chub's
father in New York City. And Chub
continued to work .Clarkson, and day
by day absorbed bits of the two weat
secrets which he needed In his busi
ness. Clarkson never told Chub the se
crets his secret process for counter
felting and the location of the burled
plates In so many words. There
were times when ho seemed on tho
point of so doing, but on such occa
sions Chub swiftly changed the sub
ject or moved himself out of hearing.
It was no part of the brilliant young
man's plans to permit the old coun
terfeiter to realize that Chub Walker
could possibly bo In possession of tho
precious secrets. Llttlo by little, In
dribbles of Information painfully
small, the desired knowledge came.
It was a process of education that re
quired lnflnlto patience and plenty
of time. Chub had both. Bit by bit
Clarkson unconsciously revealed his.
counterfeiting secret and tho process
of its application. Bit by bit Chub
pieced tho information together,
building up in tiny mosaics a com
plete knowledgo of how Dell Mungry
had produced tho bills that had made
him famous. And bit by bit, as
Clarkson rambled over and over
again tho story of his last forced use
of his plates and their final consign
ment to the ground. Chub pieced to
gether tiny glimpses of the circum
stances of the burial until at last,
when the term of his sentence was
drawing to an end, he was ablo to put
down in-black and white on a paper
hidden in tho sole of his shoe the sec
ond great secret tho exact location
of the hidden plates.
THEN Chub's manner toward Clark
1 son began to change. Ho, wanted
Clarkson to forget about the plates.
Ho ceased to bo tho patient, silent
listener; ho became the talker.
Clarkson had to listen now. Chub
was thinking and talking only of his
Impending release, of his hopes, fears
and plans for tho honorable scheme
of Ufa which he was to lead when he
was outside. If ClarkBon attempted
to revert to his old experiences Chub
excitedly interrupted with a sketch
of his plans for tho future. Never
for an Instance did they talk of tho
plates. Apparently Chub had for
gotten that Clarkson once had been
Dell Mungry.
"I've got my lesson all right," ho
repeated over and over. "I've been a
fool, but I'm Just smart enough to
quit The only thing that worries
me is if they'll give me a chanco out
side." "Sure, they'll give you a chance,"
said Clarkson bitterly. "You ain't
tied up with any old-time pals the
way I was. You'll bo all right" '
To his othei prison friend, tho war
den, Chul also confided his hopes
und fears. The warden slapped him
on the back and laughed. ,
"Don't you worry a bit my boy,"
ho boomed. "You're all right now.
You've shown me the. kind of stuff
that's in you, nnd I'm going to see
you go out of here started right.
There isn't going to be any prison
taint to you; you're going away
clean."
"Thank you, sir," said Chub with
quavering voice. The big heart of
the warden swelled with warmth; It
was worth something to put young
fellows like this back In the right
path.
A month before the day of his re
lease Chub was called into the war
den's office.
"I've been corresponding with your
father, Walker," began the big man
bluffly. "He's all right, and I've told
him that you're all right We're go
ing to stick together to see you get
started right when you're through
here, me and your old man. You're
going right back home and start out
like a white man. None of this beat
ing it out, west and changing your
name. You're going to make your
beginning where you belong, at home
with your old man. He's a brick, and
I've got a Job with a New York In
surance company waiting for you."
Chub did not trust himself to speak
this time. The warden respected
him for that. He knew how the boy
felt and he did not like a man to slop
over.
For the last three weeks of his
term Chub made Clarkson weary.
Not onco did he allow the old coun
terfeiter to talk about his profession.
Day after day Clarkson was forced
to listen to the boy's plans and to
rcceivo his flattering thanks for hav
ing convinced him of the impossi
bility of a life of wrong-doing. Day
after day the warden noted the new
manliness in his model young pris
oner and was proud. And night after
night now Chub lay in his coll gnaw
ing his finger nails, suffering for the
day of his release, for the day when
he would step back into tho world
and bo free to begin work on his
big clean-up.
ipHUB went straight homo to his
father in New York when his
term was over. His parting with
Clarkson was touching.
Clarkson shook hands with him.
There was nothing but hopelessness
in tho faded eyes.
"I'm glad to see you making It,
kid," he said resignedly, "but I nln't
fooling myself about my own case.
They got it In for mo. I'm an old
timer and they ain't going to take a
chance. But, goodby, kid, and good
luck. I I'm glad I met you." He
watched Chub's young figure swing
ing Into the warden's office. "Yes,"
he murmured emphatically, "I'm
very glad I met you."
Tho warden walked with Chub to
the gates of tho prison.
"Walker, you've kept yourself
stralghter than any young fellow we
ever had In this place," he said as
they shook hands. "That means
you're naturally straight You've
been tho best help I've ever had in
the office, and that means you're nat
urally smart Now with that combi
nation you can't help winning out in
the business game, if you want to. I
know you want to, so there's nothing
ahead of you but a good, useful life.
Forget that you ever were here.
Hold up your head no matter where
you are. And when you get to
be president of that Insurance com
pany and I come around looking
for a Job as night watchman In my
old age," ho concluded laughing Jovi
ally, "don't forget we're old pals.
Good by, Walker; good luck."
"Thanks," mumbled Chub huskily,
"thanks for the Bteer I got down
here."
Then he ran for the train that was
to bear him New Yorkward, and as
he sank onto the red plush seat he
turned to the window nnd deliber
ately winked at tho gray prison
walls.
At home Chub reassured his father
by the manly fashion in which he
acknowledged the error of his former
ways and evinced a determination
to start afresh and make his career
conform to honorable standards.
"Once Is enough for me, dad," said
tho prodigal frankly. "I've learned
ray lesson for good."
He presented himself at the Insur
ance office without delay. There in
an hour's conference In the presi
dent's office he gave that official a re
newal of faith in human nature, par
ticularly in the nature of the frank,
repentant, but manly, Chub Walker.
After that he took up the delicate
task of rehabilitating himself in the
world's eyes through hard, Intelli
gent work and exemplary conduct.
So well did he succeed in this that
at the end of a year ho had won a
place for himself at the head of a
small department, a promotion which
came as the reward of sheer effort
and ability. He was a model office
machine, his life being bounded on
one side by his lodgings nnd on the
other by his roll-top desk. In one
year he lived down his prison term
so effectively that even those who
envied his sudden success forgot to
bring up the fact against him.
'"THEN Chub got his regular two
A week's vacation. It being in season
he followed the crowds to the fishing
resorts in Maine, mailed picture post
cards to everybody he could think of,
had himself photographed in three
different canoes, and came back
sun-browned nnd hearty and eager
for work. But, also, ho came back
with Dell Mungry's precious plates
in his possession. He had disap
peared from Maine scenes for two
days and nights in tho middle of his
vacation. It had taken that long to
run out to the little town in Ohio
and dig up the plates from tho spot
whero Clarkson had burled them.
Chub placed the plates in a safety
deposit vault before going back to
work. Ho becamo onco moro tho
flawless ofllco machine. Some time
early in tho second year of his free
dom he moved the plates to tho little
wlndowless room at tho rear of the
bachelor apartments which he now
occupied and began to make experi
ments with' the terrible secret which
had made Dell Mungry a menace to
tho country's finances. He was as pa
tient, as cautious as he had been
while worming tho secrets from
Clarkson during the weary months
in prison. An hour each evening was
all that ho gave to his experiments,
and this time he explained away by
admitting that ho was writing a book
on his experiences in prison. Every
step that he took he checked and re
checked to mako suro that it left no
track by which he might be followed.
Tho game was so big that he could
affotd to go slow, .and ho waa too
clover to risk the possibility of the
smallest error.
Finally, one harsh winter night of
that second year, Chub, in his little
secret cubby-hole, bending in anguish
over the results of months of labor,
suddenly threw out his hands and
gave vent to a pained cry of triumph.
Tho secret had worked. He had it!
Tho big clean-up was his.
During tho rest of tho winter and
spring he conducted a campaign of
experiments with the bills which he
manufactured in his back room, pass
ing a ten, a twenty, a fifty and a
hundred In different parts of town.
As tho spring drew on ho grew
bolder. He presented a fifty dollar
bill for examination at tho cashier's
window in tho insurance office where
ho was employed.
"That bill looks kind of queer to
me. Bill," he said. "Look it over,
will you. Mebbe It's only because
I'm not used to handling such big
money."
The cashier examined tho noto ex
pertly. "Good enough for me," he replied
Instantly. "Sure, It's one of the now
fifties."
Llkewiso Chub tried one of the
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