Picture Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY 17 of me day before yesterday, under threat of arrest. Yours, "Mammie Cameron." "That seems to be all right," said Walker, as he concluded reading the epistle. "Now address an envelope, Mammie.'' The woman, without question, obeyed the order. She did not care to what use Walker put the letter; she only knew that it would be used to discredit Tom Mason, the man whom she and her kind feared. Stuffing the letter in the envelope. Walker rose, jammed on his hat, and made his way back to the saloon he had but a short time before quitted. "Say, Macy," growled the boss, as he entered the place, "come here !" The young gangster rose from the table at which he was seated and made his way toward Walker. would stand before his constituents disgraced. Rummaging through her brother's pockets the next morning for some change, Margaret Macy's fingers came in contact with the letter which Mammie Cameron had written. Quickly she drew the letter from the pocket. What was her brother doing with a letter addressed to the mayor? The flap was unsealed, and with nimble fingers she extracted the inclosure. With eager eyes she read the contents, and in a flash she understood that there was some plot afoot to disgrace Tom Mason. Hurriedly Margaret penned a note, congratulating Mayor Mason on the manner in which he was cleaning up the city. The original inclosure she placed in the bosom of her gown, and in its place substituted the note which she had penned. Later in the day, Will Macy contrived mayor's coat he extracted what he believed to be the letter which would bring disgrace upon the city's chief executive. After a brief interview with Mason, Sexton left the office and made his way to a near-by cafe. "I've got it !" said Sexton, as he seated himself opposite Walker. "See, here it is !" And the reporter drew the envelope from his pocket. Carefully Sexton spread the inclosure before him. A look of surprise spread over his face as he read the letter. "Good heavens, Walker," he ejaculated, "this is a letter from Margaret Macy congratulating the mayor! It's not the one we wanted.'' The boss glanced at the envelope, and then at the inclosure. The truth dawned on him with unpleasant vividness. A substitution had been made. As this unpleasant realization forced itself Will and Margaret told the story of Walkers conspiracy. "What is it, huh?" grunted Macy. "Sit down!" ordered Walker. There was a brief, whispered conversation, during which Walker passed the note to his henchman. Finally Macy rose and left the place. If Walker's plan did not miscarry, Tom Mason to gain admission to the mayor's office. As he passed the coat tree upon which hung the mayor's coat he deftly slipped the note into Tom Mason's pocket. Scarcely had Macy quitted the mayor's office before Sexton, of the Record, entered the room. As he passed the home, Walker's teeth sank more deeply into his cigar, and he muttered: "Trimmed !" Walker studied the end of his cigar for a few moments, while various thoughts galloped through his mind. Suddenly he looked up at Sexton.