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قراءة كتاب The Escape of Mr. Trimm His Plight and other Plights
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The Escape of Mr. Trimm His Plight and other Plights
THE ESCAPE OF MR. TRIMM
THE ESCAPE
OF MR. TRIMM
HIS PLIGHT AND OTHER PLIGHTS
BY
IRVIN S. COBB
AUTHOR OF
OLD JUDGE PRIEST,
BACK HOME, Etc.
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
By The Curtis Publishing Company
Copyright, 1913
By The Frank A. Munsey Company
Copyright, 1913
By George H. Doran Company
TO MY WIFE
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | The Escape of Mr. Trimm | 3 |
| II. | The Belled Buzzard | 54 |
| III. | An Occurrence up a Side Street | 79 |
| IV. | Another of those Cub Reporter Stories | 96 |
| V. | Smoke of Battle | 142 |
| VI. | The Exit of Anne Dugmore | 179 |
| VII. | To the Editor of the Sun | 202 |
| VIII. | Fishhead | 244 |
| IX. | Guilty as Charged | 260 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| Nobody paid any attention to Mr. Trimm. | Frontispiece |
| “Two long wing feathers drifted slowly down.” | Facing page 70 |
| “I was the one that shot him—with this thing here.” | Facing Page 164 |
| He Dragged The Rifle By The Barrel, So That Its Butt Made A Crooked Furrow In The Snow. | Facing Page 193 |
THE ESCAPE OF MR. TRIMM
I
THE ESCAPE OF MR. TRIMM
Mr. Trimm, recently president of the late Thirteenth National Bank, was taking a trip which was different in a number of ways from any he had ever taken. To begin with, he was used to parlor cars and Pullmans and even luxurious private cars when he went anywhere; whereas now he rode with a most mixed company in a dusty, smelly day coach. In the second place, his traveling companion was not such a one as Mr. Trimm would have chosen had the choice been left to him, being a stupid-looking German-American with a drooping, yellow mustache. And in the third place, Mr. Trimm's plump white hands were folded in his lap, held in a close and enforced companionship by a new and shiny pair of Bean's Latest Model Little Giant handcuffs. Mr. Trimm was on his way to the Federal penitentiary to serve twelve years at hard labor for breaking, one way or another, about all the laws that are presumed to govern national banks.
All the time Mr. Trimm was in the Tombs, fighting for a new trial, a certain question had lain in his mind unasked and unanswered. Through the seven months of his stay in the jail that question had been always at the back part of his head, ticking away there like a little watch that never needed winding. A dozen times a day it would pop into his thoughts and then go away, only to come back again.
When Copley was taken to the penitentiary—Copley being the cashier who got off with a lighter sentence because the judge and jury held him to be no more than a blind accomplice in the wrecking