fast asleep it did
not even wake up long enough to read the daily papers. I heard about
this parsonage bunch, and knew the old man had gone off to get more
religion. This afternoon at the station I saw a detective from Chicago
get off the train, and I knew what that meant. But I needed some cash,
and so I wasn't above a little job on the side. I never dreamed of
getting done up by a bunch of preacher's kids. I went upstairs to get
those family jewels I've heard about, and one of the little ones gave
the alarm. I already had some of them, so I came down at once. I
stopped in the dungeon to get that money, and first thing I knew the
door banged shut. That's all. You're welcome to the five hundred
dollars, ladies. Some one was bound to get it sooner or later, and I'm
partial to the ladies, every time."

Limber-Limb Grant was a modern thief of the new class. At that moment,
in Chicago, he had in storage, a hundred thousand dollars' worth of
jewels, which he could not dispose of on the pressure of the moment.
The law was crowding him close, and he was obliged to choose between
meeting the law, or running away from it. He ran. He reached Mount
Mark, and trusted to its drowsiness for concealment for a few weeks.
But that afternoon the arrival of a detective gave him warning, and he
planned his departure promptly. A parsonage occupied by only five
girls held no terrors for him, and with fifty dollars and a few fairly
good jewels, a man of his talent could accomplish wonders.

But Mount Mark had aroused from its lethargy. Limber-Limb Grant was in
the hands of the law.

Mr. Starr had been greatly interested in the accounts of the
evangelistic services being held in Burlington. The workers were
meeting with marked success, and Mr. Starr felt he should get in touch
with them. So on Thursday morning he took the early east-bound train
to Burlington. There he sought out a conveniently located second-class
hotel, and took up residence. He attended the services at the
tabernacle in the afternoon and evening, and then went to bed at the
hotel. He slept late the next morning. When he finally appeared, he
noticed casually, without giving it thought, that the clerk behind the
desk looked at him with marked interest. Mr. Starr nodded cheerfully,
and the clerk came at once from behind the desk to speak to him. Two
or three other guests, who had been lounging about, drew near.

"We've just been reading about your gi