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The scene at the oponlmt of the story Is
laid In the library of an old worn-out
outhern plnntntlon, known as the Dar
ony. The place la to be sold, and Hi
history ana thnt of the owners, the
Qulntards. Is the subject of discussion by
Jonathan Crenshaw, a business man, a
stranger known as tllndcn, and nob
Yancy, a farmor, when Hannibal Wayne
iiarurd. a mysterious child or tne oia
southern family, makes his appearance,
Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. Nn
thanlol Ferris buy tho Barony, but the
Qulntards deny a4y knowleduo of the
Iwiy. Yancy to Keep Hannibal. Captain
Murrell, a friend of the Qulntards, ap
pears and asks questions about the Dar
ony. Trouble at Bcratch Hill, when Han
nibal Is kidnaped by Oavo Blount, Cap
tain Murrell's agonC Yancy overtakes
Blount, Klves lJm a thrashing and secures
the boy, Yarlcy appears before Squire
Balaam, and Is discharged with costs for
the plaintiff. Betty Malroy, a friend of
the Ferrlsei, has an encounter with Cap
tain Murrell, who forces hli attentions on
her, and Is rescued by Bruce Carrlnnton.
Betty seti out for her Tennessee home.
Carrlngton takes the same stage. Taney
and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell on
their trail. Hannibal arrives at the home
of Jude Blocum Prlco. The Judge recog
nlis In the boy, the grandson of an old
time friend. Murrell arrives at Judgo'a
home. Cavendlih family on raft rescue
Yancy, who Is apparently dead. Prlco
breaks jail. Betty and Carrlngton arrive
at Belle Plain. Hannibal's rllle discloses
ome startling thlngA to the Judge. Han'
nlbal and Betty meet again. Murrell ar
rive In Belle Plain. Is playing for big
stakes. Yancy awakes from long dream
less sleep on board the raft. Judge Price
mokes startling discoveries In looking up
Hand titles. Charley Norton, a young
planter, who assists the Judge, Is mys
teriously assaulted. Norton Informs Car
rlngton that Botty has promised to marry
nun, Norton la mysteriously shot
light on Murrell's ulot.
He nlana udi-Is-
of negroes. Judge Price, with Hannl-
visits Metty, and she keeps the boy
a companion. In a atrnll Ilnttv tnJcna
wiwi iiannioui mey meet iicss hicks,
daughter of the overseer, who warns
Betty of danger and counsels her to
leave Belle Plain at once, Metty, terri
fied, acta on Bess' advice, and on their
way their carriage It stopped by Q!os3on,
the tavern keeper, and a confederate, and
.Betty and Hannibal are made prisoners.
The pair are taken to Hicks' cabin. In an
almnat Inaccessible spot, and thoro Mur
rell visits Betty and reveals his part In
the plot and his object. Betty spurns
hi proffered love and the Interview Is
ended by the arrival of Ware, terrified
at possible outcome of the crime. Judge
Price, hearing of the abduction, plana ac
tion. The Judge takes charge of the
situation, and search for the miming ones
la Instituted. Carrlngton visits the Judge
and allies, are discovered. Judge Price
visits Colonel Fentress, where lie meets
Yancy and Cavendish,
CHAPTER XXIV. (Continued).
When they entered the library Fen-
trees turned and took slock of his
guests, Mahaffy bo bad soon boforo;
Ynncy and Cavendlth woro of courso
strangers to him, tint thoir appear-
anco explained them: lout of nil h)s
glance shifted to the Judgo. Ho bad
beard something of thoso activities by
means of which Slocutn Price bad
striven to distinguish himself, and bo
had a cevtaln curiosity respecting the
man. it was Immediately eatlBtlod.
The Judge had reached a degrco of
ababblncsB seldom equaled, and but
for his mellow, effulgent personality
might well havo passed for a common
vagabond; and If his dross adTcrtlsod
the state of Mb finances, his face ex
plained his habits. No misconception
was possible nbout otthor.
"Mny 1 offer you a glass of liquor?"
asked Fentress, breaking the stlonco.
He stepped to tho walnut contcr-table
whero there was a decanter and
glasses. By a gesture- tho judge de
clined the Invitation. Whereat tho
colonel looked surprised, but not so
surprised as Mahaffy, Thoro was an
"I don't think we ever mot before T
observed Fentress. There was some
thing In the fixed stare bis visitor was
bending upon him that ho found dls
qulotlng, Just why, be could not have
But that fixed ata.ro of the Judge's
continued. No, the man bad not
changed he bad grown older certain
ly, but age bad not come ungraceful
ly; he became tho glossy broadcloth
arid spotless linen lie wore. Here was
a 'man who could command the good
things of llto, using them with a ra
tional texnporance. Tho room Itself
wah lit harmony with Hi a char ao tar;
it was plain but rich in its appoint
ments, at once bis library and his of
fice, while tho well-filled ensos ranged
about the walls Bhowod hU mates to
be in the main scholarly and intel
lectual. "How long have you lived beroT"
asked tbe Judge abruptly. Fentress
seemed to hesltato; but the Judge's
glance, com polling and Insistent, de
manded an answer.
"You have known many men of all
classes as a lawyer and a planter!"
said tbe Judge. Fentress inclined bis
head. Tho Judge took a stop noaror
blm. "Peoplo have a great trick of
coming and going In these western
states all sorts of damned riffraff
How Birds Change Plumage
Prof. Joseph Qrlnnoll Makes 8ome Irv
Urcstlng Discoveries Which Agr
Not With Common Belief.
It has been generally believed that
the brilliant plumage exhibited by the
males of many species of birds during
aprtng that Is, during the mating sea
son is dln&oUy connooted with the
physiological condlUon of the birds at
this time, and various theories have
been formulated tb account for the
facts. Prof, Joseph Qrinnell has found
In the California linnet some facta
that do not agreo with the common
belief. In this bird tbe male presents
brilliant red breast and neck during
tb mating season, whereas In tho au
tumn and winter tho feathers have a
dull grayish coloring, with a mere
suggestion of pink. But tbe bird does
not moult (chango Its feathers) in
the spring, nor is there new pigment
formed in tbe feathers. By collecting
series of feathers from August, when
pf kM 4m Booult, to the foUowing
9'f. t"tOoM Mu CtWAwr
drift In and out of tbeso new lands,"
A deadly earnestness lifted tho Judge's
wordB abovo mcro rudeness. Fen
trcos, cold nnd dlstnnt, inado no reply.
"For tho past twenty yoars 1 havo
been looking for a man by tho nnmo
of Oatowood David Ontowood." Dis
ciplined ns ho wan, tlin colonel start'
od violently. "Ever heard or htm,
Fentress?" demanded tho Judge with
a savage scowl.
"What's all this to mo7" Tho words
enmo wltli a gasp from Fentress'
twitching lips. Tho Judge looked at
him moody and frowning.
"I have reason to think this man
Oatowood catno to west Tennessee,"
"If so, I havo never beard of blm."
"Perhaps not undor that name at
any rate, you are going to hear of him
now. This man Oatowood, who bo
tween ourselves was a damned scoun
drel" the colonel wlncod "this man
Oatowood had a friend who throw
monoy nnd business in his way a
planter he was, nnmo as Oatowood. A
sort of partnership oxlstod between
tho pair. It proved an expensive en
terprise for Ontowood's friend, nince
ho camo to trust tho dhraned scoun
drel more and moro aB tlmo passed
even large sums of his monoy woro
in Oatewood's hands " Fentress'
countennnco was Ilko stone, as expres
sionless and as rigid.
By tho door stood Mahaffy with
Yancy and Cavendish; they under
stood that what was olmcuro and
meaningless to them hold a tragic
significance to theso two men. Tho
Judge's heavy face, ordinarily battered
and debauched, but Infinitely good
natured, boro now the markings of
deep passion, and tho voice that rum
bled forth from his capacious cnest
camo to their "ears like distant thun
der. "This friend of Oatowood'n had a
wlfo " Tho Judgo'a volco broke, emo
tion shook him like a leaf; ho was
tearing open bis wounds. Ho rcacbod
over and poured blmsolf a drink, suck,
Ing it down with greedy lips. "There
was a wife" he whirled about on his
heel nnd fnced Fontreas again. "Thoro
was a wlfo, FentreBs " ho fixed Fen
tress with his blazing eyes. "A wife
and child. Well, ono dny Oatowood
and the wife were missing. Under tho
circumstances Oatewood's friend was
well rid of the pntr he should have
boon grateful, but bo wasn't, for his
wlfo took his child, a daughter; nnd
Oatowood a trlflo of thirty thousand
dollars bis friend bud Intrusted to
He Tossed the Qlaaa and
spring, and examining these care
fully, It was found thnt In the new
feathers tho brilliant rod 1b confined
to a narrow band, which is overlapped
by the edge of tho adjacent feathers.
Tho overlapping portions aro white
and brlttlo. During the wintor these
delicate portions aro rubbed off and
lost, so that when the mating soason
arrives the bird has its brilliant coat
Mr, Orlnnell emphasizes especially the
fact that this brilliant coloring is ac
tually produced In the autumn, after
tbe mating season, at a time of the
year when the vitality of tho birds la
supposed to be at its lowest ebb.
Prank 8. Black, former governor ot
New York, has proposed a pleasing
system of philosophy.
"Men sit at tbolr desks," says Mr.
Black, "and year after year trade their
vitality for money tbey do not need."
He says that after a certain point
time, not money, U wbat shouU k
-ft ivJh 4 A
There was another silence.
"At a later day I met thl man who
had been betrayed by bis wlfo uud
robbed by his friend, Ho bad fallen
out of tho rnco drink had done for
him there was Just ono thing he
seemed to caro about, and thnt was
tho fate of his child, but maybe he
was only curlouB there. He wondered
if she had lived, and mnrrlcd " Once
more tho judge paused.
"What's all this to me?" asked Fen
tress. "Are you sure It's nothing to youT"
demanded the Judge hoarsely. V'Un
derstand this, Fentress, Oatewood's
treachery brought ruin to at least two
lives. It caused the woman's Wither
to hide his face from tho world; it
wasn't enough for him that niB
friends believed his daughter dead; he
knew" differently, -and the ham of
that knowledge ate into his soul. It
cost tho husband his place In tho
world, too In the end it made of him
a vagabond nnd a penniless wan
derer." "This is nothing to me," said Fen
tress. "Walt!" cried the judge. "About six
yoars ago the woman was seen at her
father's homo In North Carolina. 1
reckon Ontowood had cBt her off.
Sbo didn't go back empty-handed. Sho
had run away from her husband with
it child a girl; after a lapse of twen
ty years sho returned to her rnther
with a boy of two or threo. Thoro
aro two questions that must be an
swered when 1 find Oatowood: what
becamo of the woman, and wbat bo
came of tbe child; are. they living or
dead; did the daughter grow up and
marry and havo a son? When 1 get
my answer It will bo time enough to
think of Oatewood's punishment!"
Tbe Judge leaned forward across tbe
table, bringing bis face close to Fen
tross face. "Look at me do you
know mo now?"
But Fentress' expression never nl
tered. The judge fell back a step.
"Fentress, I want the boy," ho said
"You nro mad! What do I know
of blm or you7" Fentress was gain
ing courage from tho sound of his
"You know who he is nnd where be
Is. Your business relations with this
man Ware have put you on tho trnck
of the Qulntnrd lands In this state.
You Intend to use tho boy to gather
"You'ro madl" repeated Fentress.
"Unless you bring htm to me InBldo
of twenty-four hours I'll sniach you!"
roared tho Judge. "Your name Isn't
Fentress, It's Oatowood; you've stolen
tho namo of Fentress, just as you
have stolen other thlngB. What's
como of Turberville'B money? Damn
your soul! I want my grandson! I'll
pull you down and leave you stripped
and baro! I'll tell the world tho false
trlond you'vo boon tho thlof you nro!
I'll strip you and turn you out or
these doors as naked as when you en
tered tho world I" Tho Judge seemed
to tower abovo Fentress; tho man
had shot up out of his deep debase
ment. "Chooso! ChooBo!" ho thun
dered, his shaggy brows bent In a
"I know nothing about tho boy,"
snld Fentross slowly.
"By God, you lie!" Btormed tho
Contents In Fentress' Faco.
Bought. A man who continues to work
beyond that point trades bis vitality
for monoy with po posslblo prospect of
So, nt 58, In perfect health nnd with
tho prospect of many years of remu
nerative activity ahead of him, Mr.
Black has decided to stop working. He
has all the money ho noeds. Ho Is de
termined to do now only tho things he
wishes to do.
Out In tho country, on a farm, Mr.
Black expects to Bpond tho rest ot
his life. Ho looks upon this as a le
getlmate reward for years of work, a
reward he would bo foolish not to
take. He hopes to dismiss every ma
terial care as finally did Thoreau at
Wnldon. Simplicity, eaao and rost nro
what ho now claims from life.
All He Got.
"When I was a boy," says Cohn,
"there ware seventeen of us at home.
And being ao many we had to eat at
two tables. And it was always my
luck to havo to eat at tbe second ta
ble. And do you kpow I was slxtoon
year old before I knew & chicken had
anything but a neck-"
"I know nothing nbout tho boy,"
nnd Fentress took n step toward the
"Stay where you aro!" commanded
the Judgo. "If you attempt to leave
this room to call your niggers I'll kill
you on Its threshold!"
But Ynncy nnd Cavendish had
stepped to tho door with an Intention
that was evident, and Fentress' thin
fnco cast Itself In haggard lines. He
wns feeling tho Judge's terrible ca
pacity, his unexpected ability to deal
with a supreme situation. Even Ma
haffy gazed at his frlond In wonder.
Ho had only seen htm spend himself
"1 tell you 1 hnd no hand In carry
ing off tho boy," said Fentress with
a sardonic smile.
"I look to you to return blm. Stir
yourself, Ontewood, or by Ood, I'll
hold so fierce n reckoning with you "
The sentenco remained unfinished,
for Fentress felt his overwrought
nerves snap, and, giving way to a
sudden blind fury, struck at the Judge.
"We are too old for rough and tum
ble," paid tho Judge, who had dis
played astonishing agility In avoiding
the blow. "Furthermore wo were onco
centlemen At present I nm what 1
am, whllo you nro a hound and a
blackguard! We'll settlo this as be
comes our breeding." Ho poured him
self a second glnss of liquor from
Fentress' decanter. "I wonder II It
Is posslblo to Insult you," and ho
tossed glaBs and contents In Fentress'
face. Tho colonel's thin features were
convulsed. Tho judge watched him
with a scornful curling of the lips. "I
am treating you better than you de
serve," he taunted.
"Tomorrow morning nt sun-up at
Boggs rnco-track!" cried Fentress.
Tho judgo bowed with splendid cour
tesy. "Nothing could please mo halt so
well," ho declared. Ho turned to tho
others. "Gentlemen, this Is a prlvnto
matter. When I havo mot Colonel
Fentress I shnll make a public an
nouncement or why this appeared
necessary to mo; until then I trust
this matter will not be given pub
licity. Mny I ask your silence?" Ho
bowed ugaln. and nbruptly passed
from tho room.
Ills threo friends followed in his
stops, leaving Fentress standing by
tho tnblo, tho ghost of a smllo on his
thin lips. ,
As if tho very plnco were evil, tho
Judge hurried down tho drive toward
tho road. At the gate ho paused and
turned on his companions, but hia
fontures woro a look of dignity that
forbade comment or question. He
held out his hand to Yancy.
"Sir." ho said, "If I could command
tho riches of tho Indies, it would tax
my resources to meet tbe fractional
part of my obligations to you."
"Think of thnt!" said Yancy, as
much overwhelmed by tho Judge
manner ns by his words.
"His Undo Bob shnll keop his ptaco
In my grandson's life! We'll watch
him grow into manhood together."
Tho Judgo was visibly affected. A
smile of deep content parted Mr.
Yancy's lips as his muscular lingers
closed about the judgo's hand with
"Whoop!" cried Cavendlsn, delight
ed at this recognition of Yancy's love
for tho boy, and ho gleefully smoto
tho austere Mahaffy on tho shoulder.
But Mahaffy was dumb In the pres
ence of tho decencies; he qulto lncked
an Interpreter. Tho Judgo looked
back at tho houne.
"Mine!" ho muttered. "Tho clothes
ho stands In tho food ho eats-
The Bubble Bursts.
At nbout the same hour that the
Judgo was hurling threats and Insults
at Colonel Fontress, three men wero
waiting ten miles away at the head of
the bayou which Berved to Isolate
Hicks' cabin. Now no one of theso
threo hnd ever heard of Judgo Slocum
Price; tho breath or bis famo had
never blown, however gently. In their
dlroctlon, yet they wore preparing to
thrust opportunity upon him. To this
end they wero lounging about tho
opening In tbe woods whore the
horses belonging to Ware and Murrell
At length tho dip ot oars became
audible In the stlonco and ono of the
trio Btolo down the path, a matter of
fifty yards, to a point that overlooked
tho bayou. He was gono but a mo
ment. "It's Murre,ll all right!" ho said In
an eager whlBpor. "Him and another
fellow the Hicks girl Is rowing
them." Ho glanced (rum oue to thp
other of hU companions, who seemed
to tako firmer hold or themsolves un
der his eye. "It'll be all right," bo
protostod lightly. "He's br good as
ourB. Walt till I glvo you tho word."
And ho led tho way Into an udjacent
Meantime Ware uud Murrell hart
landed and wore coming along tho
path, the outlaw n step or two In ad
vanco ot his frlond. They reached the
horsoB and woro untying them when
tho thickot suddenly disgorged the
three men; each held a cocked pistol;
two of theso pistols covered Murrell
und tho third was leveled at Waro.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Maid's One Good Quality.
Servant girls know their own good
points, and they tako care that every
body elso shall know them. One maid
who was obliged to look for a now sit
uation because her employers were
leaving town, listened critically to the
enumeration ot her vlrtuos as sot
down In tho recommendation that had
just been written by her former mis
tress. "Thero's one thing, you've loft out,
ma'am," Bho sold. "I never cut my
fingers I wish you'd put that right
up at the head of the list Ladles will
like that. 8ome girls cut their fingers
terribly, and it looks bad."
"Why, that la true, you never do,"
Bald her mistress, and tho unusual
point ot efficiency. "She never cuts
her fingers," was inserted as requeaU
Recognized Hia Limitation.
"But," her father objected, "yon
have nover shown that you are capa
ble of supporting a wife." "Oh," the
young man replied, "If you want her to
marry a widower I'll have to confe"
that I can't quality "
By HENRY C. TERRY
THE TRAIL OF THE TATTOOED
-rfN optimist, In Bearch of a
jf clinching argument that tho
ffi world Is growing better, has
(f but to persuado a police de
tective In any largo city In
to n comparison between
crime conditions now and
those of a generation ago.
But Btntlstlcs, you say, will
prove that crlmo Is on the Increase.
I question whether tho number of
crimes In proportion to population
has Incrensed or whether thr figures
merely prove that more crimes nro
reported, and greater publicity given
them by means of our perfected news
gathering systems. Certainly the New
York city of today shows a vast Im
provement In morality over the city of
a generation ago,
Recently two bank messengers were
robbed of $25,000 In broad day In a
tnxlcab In downtown New York. The
thieves woro soon apprehended and
the greater part of the loot recovered.
The perpotrators wero mero hoys. It
was the first essay In crlmo for sev
eral of them. Their methods, although
daring, were crudo. Yet tho city rang
with the cry of "crlmo wave."
Compare conditions with those ex
isting In the days of the old Catherine
Market gang. Then bold robberies on
public thoroughfares wero a dally oc
currence In Now York. Policemen
In tho old Second ward, famous In so
many stories of crime and crooked
politics, went In squads. They were
so busy protecting themselves that
they had no time for the protection of
property and the public. It was likely
to cost a man his life to walk through
Water and Front streets with a brass
watch chain dangling In his, vest.
Jeff O'Neill and Tim Little were
two of tho most desperato members of
the gang, every member of which was
a desperado. After tho passing of
Denny Brady, who carried to his grave
four bullets and more than a hundred
knife scars, mementoes of his raugh-and-tumblo
fights, both with other
crooks and the police, O'XeJU and
Little became the king pins of des
perate crime In New York. Their
"pull" with the police seemed to bo
perfect, and many a time saved them
from capture. But they wore finally
landed, as every crook Is In time, and,
It chanced, through the slender clue
af n tattoo mark. But from this point
t Hhall let Jeff O'Neill tell his own
story as he related It to me at tho
end of his ten-year stretch "up the
JEFF O'NEILL'S STORY.
"I went on the road," said O'Neill,
"with Tim after tho whole gang near
ly got settled by a skunk of a thlof
who gave up to tho police to save him
self from doing a twenty stretch. P-ut
It did not do him any good, as his
body was picked up In the Enst river
with n hole In his skull toon after
ward. Tim hnd been shot at Hast
ings, up tho river. Some one had
blazed away with a gun cut of a win
dow whllo wo wero digging a hole
through his front door. This mado us
both n little skittish about night
work. I had got a bit tired of it my
self, as It was a dead suro twenty to
get nnlled ""'th a mask. The Judges
wero all MgalnBt tho game. "
"At this time Simpson, tho old orig
inal pawnbroker, was running a fihop
on Chatham street, and was doing a
v-nfrnlny- linchioao In ctotHncr illnninnrln
tho sparklers In his window every It wnB so eaByi the oniy wonder Is It
dny. As Tim and I were going by novcr nnd bcen WOrked before. Simp
the place he snld to me: -What's the son UBed to be one 0f tho chief dla-
matter with giving the old mnn a canr
I wns willing, but thought ho mpant
to hit up tho safe, which was nolswl
around to hold about half a million
worth of the stuff tho year round. But
Tim wbb out of tho safo-crncklng line,
and was looking for something genteel
ltko. "Wo dropped down to th old 'Curl
obity Shop,' and he got a pndlook that
snapped shut. I had no idea what ho
wanted with It, and he didn't tell me.
We went out and we walked around
till Tim found a loose cobblestone.
Ho picked this up and put It under his
coat. Then we wont to Simpson's.
On tho outside front door was a heavy
Iron grating, which wna shut nt night
to keop the mugs away from the door.
It was Just coming on evening, nnd
Tim unfolded hlB little plan. I was to
fasten tho Iron door with the lock
while ho put In the heavy window
with tho stone. Then wo wore both
to grab everything In sight and sneak
It was n now ono on mo, but I was
ready for anything, although I did not
think that tho chances of getting away
wero very bright, oven If the clerks
woro luvm-u uu id ...o,Uo. m....u...j,
glass always makes peoplo look
"I put on tho lock and when I
snapped It Tim lot tho rock go. It
mado a bolo about big enough to put
your head through, Tim grabbed with
both hands, and then I took my
pick, nnd before those lnslilo were
nwnro of what had happened we wore
out of sight. Wo went in different di
rections and met nt the old Cather
ine Market within twenty mlnuteB. Wo
wont into Riley's and looked over the
stuff. Wo were both protty good
JudgeB ot tho dewdrops, and the load
figured up about $00,000. It was the
easiest snap that over I had in my llfo.
I knew no one on the luslde could rec
ognize us, because tho old caps we bad
on covored our eyes. You know If a
fellow does not get your cyo be can
never pick you out. Wo went under
cover and laid for the newspapers for
"The story of the robbery gave an
Interview with Simpson and his clerks.
They said they did not see the fnces
of the thieves. The pollco had nothing
to work on, except a description ot
fHE CRIMINAL Tells
How He Planned the
Deed and Sought to Close
Every Avenue of Knowl
edge Leading to His Guilt.
The Detective Shows How
v utile These Efforts Were and
How the Old Adape, Murder
Will Out, "Always Holds Good."
V. L. Kelson
tho stones. They hoped to nnil us
when wo sported them. But wo hnd
been in tho business too long for thnt.
When wo got a good chanco wo duated
for London and managed to get rid of
tho stuff in Uo da!, for $20,000 to
Jimmy PnrsonB, who ran a fence In
Whltechapel. Parsons had n customer
waiting for tho stones. Ho got $75,000
for them, and that shows you what
a poor run for his money n crook gets.
"Tim got square with the old man
In a roundnbout way. Parsons had a
daughter, Nellie by name, n slim,
black-eyed, black-haired lass, the very
look of whom would set tho heart of
any man to Jumping unless he had Ice
In his veins. Tim was bowled over at
first sight, and sho was just as bad
gono with him. Nellie gave ub a tip
on an old covo who was In the jewelry
repairing line. He was said to havo
a big lot of boodle hoarded away in a
little shop where he had worked for 50
years or moro. Nellie visited the old
man and got Into his confidence. She
didn't fnncy tho work, but sho would
do anything Tim said. Tho old cove
talked freely with her about his hoard
and complained that when he was
through with it he had no chick nor
child on earth to leave It to. She got
an Idea from him where It wns kept,
and when Eho reported to us we mado
up our minds that It would be rank
cruelty to leavo England without do
ing something to relievo the old man
from worry. '
"His name was Bennett, I think, and
he lived alone In a very lonoly spot
near tho Thames on Cooper street.
Tim and I called upon Bennett late In
the afternoon to see about getting a
watch repaired. Whllo ho was squint
ing nt the works with an eyeglass Tim
thumped him with a bit of lead pipe.
I growled at Tim for hitting him so
hard. From tho way he foil I thought
hts light wds out. The old man us
ually went out about the time that we
visited him, so Nellie told us, so w
just locked the door, put out tho lamp
and went on a scout for tho coin.
"Wo turned everything Inside out
without making much headway. Wo
got only a few dollars here and there.
Then I remembered that Nellie told
me that when the old man wanted to
get any money he always took a small
ladder and went Into a little closet In
the sleeping room adjoining the shop.
I found tho ladder under tho counter,
and the closet was behind the old
man's hunk. After a little search I
found a box nnd n small bundle. I
ripped open the package and found
that I had struck the right siiot. Tho
money was in Bnnk of England notes,
and figured up Just $2G,000 In Ameri
"I was hoping there was more, for
the old man was lying very still. It's
woith more than that to havo a mur
der on your soul. Before leaving we
fixed everything up In proper shape,
turned up the lamp and got away
without ever a soul piping us off. Old
Bennett did not die, but the shock
knocked all the sense out of him for
a while. No one had tumbled to tho
robbery, bo far as the stories In tho
papers went. But I was mistaken in
this, ns It turned out afterwnrd. It
was through n little thing we knew
nothing about at tho time that both of
us wero nailed In Philadelphia for the
DETECTIVE BARNETT'S STORY.
"Tho tapping of old Simpson's
Ijnnce, soau ueietuve uuiueu, u a
now u-rlnkln for the New York nollco
plnco," said Detective Barnett, "was a
; mond dealers m the city. He dia-
played hia wares recklessly In a neigh
borhood where thoro seemed to be
more thieves than honest men. But
Simpson had tho confidence that
oomes with familiarity. He never
dreamed thnt ho would bo attacked by
men whom he had befriended In many
"I was put on th oase the night of
the robbery, and mnde a careful In
vestigation into all the circumstances
with very little result. There was not
a clerk who had got a good look at
tho thieves. About tho only thing of
value in their description was that
one of thorn had an India Ink L on his
right hand. TIiIb wns very little to
work on, but I started to do the best
I could. I mnde up my mind, without
aiiy evldonco to support It, that tho
work had been by one of the Fourth
ward crooks Thnt gang was about as
tough a ono as a follow would care
about going against.
"I dropped down Into the Fourth
ward nnd took a lodging In n Water
street den In tho role of an ex-convlct
, . t of ,all aftor ,j0ing a iong
tretcn kept mucn to myseu tor a
whllo and did not try to push my way
ahead. I knew enough of tho gang's
methods to bo sure that asking ques
tions would make them suspicious. I
went in and out the Water and Cherry
street dives, met thieves of all kinds,
but waited for them to ranko advances
to me. I had the convict's shufllo to
perfection, and nover took a stop with
out tho movement of tho lockstep. It
took me more thnn a week to get with
in speaking distance ot several old
time crooks. I was very reticent and
talked In tho subdued voice that
thieves acquire In jail. I put aside a
Job or two that was offered to me In
the crook.'s line, as most thieves will
do after a long stretch. Still I let it
be known that if anything good wns
going on I would not hesltato about
taking a hand.
"Just to koep suspicion from being
aroused, I went Into a couple ot jobs
on Long Island. I marked the men
who were in it, Just for futuro refer
ence. I showed them that I was n
pretty good thief, and got the confi
dence of Ted Mulry and Pete Abrams,
two old-tlmo burglars, who had given
me a lot of trouble Bcvoral years be
fore. Then I started in to get a lit
tle information nbout tho Simpson
robbery. It was like pulling tcoth.
Tho gang would not discuss tho rob
bery at nil oxcopt in a general way.
for the llfo of me I could not get a lino
on nny of the gang who were out of
"I trlod to got a start on tho fences
where tho property was disposed of
usually, but I ran up 'alnst a solid
wall. Every thlof I mot I took a look
for an 'L on his right hnnd, but none
I wns able to find had tho accusing
mark. I wanted to get some Informa
tion from tho outside about a crook
known as Peg Rcllly, so ono night I
quit tho gang and sneaked to head
quarters. I was followed by Red
Wormsor. He hnd been suspicious of
me lifter the rohlmry on Tong Island
becauso I would not let him abuse an
old woman who defended her property.
"I did not know that he was looking
for mo or I would hne boon moro
cautious. I only learned It afterward
when I turned tho gang up nnd land
ed seven of them In Sing Sing. After
leaving headquarters I went to Andy
Mullen's. Ho spoke very pleasantly
to me and throw me completely off my
guard. Wo had n few drinks and then
Red wont out with several of the
crooks. I tried to find out if anything
was up, but could not. I loft Andy's
to go to my room about midnight. I
had only gono a short distance when I
got a terrific blow from a Bandbng. It
was meant for the back of my neck,
but tho aim Was bad and I caught It
on tho shoulder. Four of them came
at me. The darkness was in my favor,
and I escaped tho lunges of three
knives at my hcart.Y I got protty well
bruised and battered. Help was out
of tho question. At the first oppor
tunity I ran like n deer and several
shots came after me.
"Tho next day wo received a report
from Scotland Yard of the robbery of
a Jeweler named Bennett in Lpndon,
believed to have been committed by
American crooltB. In tho description
was the statement that ono of tho
thieves had tho letter 'L' on hia right
hand. A boy who had been apprenticed
by old Bennett saw tho men enter tho
store and noticed that India Ink mark
on tho hand. The boy know that old
Bennett had a lot of monoy In a chim
ney. ThlB had bcen taken, and the
old man was found unconscious. He
could not tell what had happened. The
pollco kept the facts quiet as to the
evidence of assault on blm, hoping
that tho thieves would believe the
story which had beon printed about
his miserly habits making him ill.
"I was sent to London to look tho
matter up. There. I learned that Jim
my Parsons had been mixed up In It.
In some way, though thero was no evi
dence of his actual participation In tl '
crime. Years before I had done Par
sons a favor when ho got into trouble
In New York. Ho hnd been arrested
for forgery. I proved that he was en
tirely Innocent and cleared him. I
went to see him and made myself
known. At flf6t he was very reticent.
I went to see him every day for a
week to urge him to explain how his
namo had been brought into tho Ben
nett robbery. When 1 gave him my
word that I would protect him he told
me nil ho kntw.
"He said the two crooks from New
York had como to him With a load of
diamonds, nnd he bought them. He
did not know who had been robbed, as
it was not his business to Inquire.
They stayed nround for a week and
had spoken to him about old Bennett's
money. Tho robbery of Bennett oc
curred the next day and tho thioves
''Parsons told mo with tears rolling
down his cheeks how thoy had Induced
his daughter Nellie to Bteal a bag or
gold that ho had In tho safe nnd go
with them. He had thought at first
that she had only run away for a Httlo
change, and he tried to get tho police'
to find her. Then he got a letter from
her saying that she had gone to Amer
ica with his friends.
"lie denied all along that ho knew
who tho thieves wero. One day I asked
him what the 'L' stood for. "He re
plied 'Little,' In an absent-minded way
I felt. like turning a handspring fot
joy. He saw his mistake in a second
and then gave up all he knew. He
said the crooks were Jeff O'Neill nnd
Tim yY-Ittlc, and that they wero in
"I came back on the first steamer,
well satisfied with my trip and feel
ing that sooner or later I would bas
my tamo. Duilng the tlmo that I had
lived with tho thieves In the Fourth
ward I had beon very friendly to a
uliiiplo-mlndcd fellow whose head had
been split open with nn nx. I used to
take him to my room to sleep. He
talked so much that I did not daro
ask him any questions. He was known
as Slimy Baker. I fixed myself up in
good shape, wont down to Water
street on a hunt for Slimy, and got
him aftor two days I asked him
about a lot of the boys, and then caro
lessly Inquired It ho knew Tim Little
and Jeff O'Neill. Ho told me thftt h"
had seen them that very day with Lit
tle's wife; an English girl. This wns
great news for mo, and I stuck to
Slimy closer than a brother. Ho took
me down to Madison street and point
ed out tho house. I notified headquar
ters and several detectives joined mo.
"We had tho thieves, but to provr
It was tho next thing. Ono of Sinn
son's clerks Identified Little's hand bj
the 'L. They bluffed It out and mlgh
havo beaten the case If I had not
sprung the Bennett robbery on them.
This brought them to turn, and they
agreed to plead guilty to the charge ot
robbery at Simpson's rather than faco
the English complaint. They got ten
"I sent Nellie Parsons home to hor
father, and glad enough eho wns to
got back, so ho told mo afterwards,"
A Hustling Job.
"If I give you a meal will you
aome work In tho garden?"
"Yes, mum. I'll work at me regular
"What Is your occupation?"
"Chasln' snails out o' flower beds,
No Time for Petty Distractions.
"Didn't your mother teach you to
"Mercy, no! Mother was too busy
editing a culinary guide."
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