succeeds in landing the holdup men of Wall street, and compelling
them to disgorge their stealings. But say," said pa, looking the
leader of the bandit gang square in the eyes, "why don't you give
up this bad habit of robbing people with guns, and go back east
and enter some respectable business and make your mark? You are a
born financier, I can see by the way you divide up the increment
when you rob a train. You would shine in the business world. Come
on, go back east with me, and I will use my influence to get you
in among the men who own automobiles and yachts, and drive four-
in-hands. What do you say?"

"No, it is too late," said the leader of the Hole-in-the-Wall gang
of train robbers, with a sigh. "I should be out-classed if I went
into Wall street now. I have got many of the elements in my make
up of the successful financier, and the oil octopus, and if I had
not become a train robber I might have been a successful insurance
president, but I have always been handicapped by a conscience. I
could not rob widows and orphans if I tried. It would give me a
pain that medicine would not cure to know that women and children
were crying for bread because I had robbed them and was living
high on their money. If it wasn't for my conscience I could take
the presidency of a life insurance company, and rob right and
left, equal to any of the crowned heads who are now in the
business. But if I was driving in my automobile and should run
over a poor woman who might be a policy holder, I could not act as
would be expected of me, and look around disdainfully at her
mangled body in the road, and sneer at her rapidly-cooling
remains, and put on steam and skip out with my mask on. I would
want to choke off the snorting, bad-smelling juggernaut and get
out and pick up the dear old soul and try to restore her to