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THE MAD MAN
Showing Why Callahan De-
tided to Return.
There was a scuffle on Broad
way, and a man, Jiatless, panting,,
raced down the street in the di
rection of the terminus of the tun
nel that leads from New York
City to New Jersey, beneath the
Hudson. Close at his heels
pressed another man in the plain
gray of a private policeman.
-T "Stop him!" he yelled. J'Don't
let him enter the tunnel. For
.God's sake, keep him out !"
As .the mob endeavored to in
tercept the fugitive he dodged,
doubled, elbowed his way
through, and gained the entrance.
A moment later he was 'racing
through the arcade. He made no
effort to obtain a ticket, but,
thrusting the astonished ticket
chopper aside, dashed down the
steps, his pursuer following. The
latter was three steps' behind him
when the first man reached the
bottom. A train was just pulling
out, and the conductor was clos
ing the door. With a leap the
fugitive gained the shelter of the
car, and the man in pursuit se
cured a precarious foothold upon
the steps, from which he was pull
ed inside just as the train steamed
out of the station.
They sat down side by side,
panting; the first man elated and
triumphant, the second reproach
ful. "Callahan, I wouldn't- have
thought this of you," protested
the man- in gray. '"You ain't no
"O, shucks, what's the differ
ence?" the fugitive answered. "I
may be, and again I mayn't. But
if I'm mad, I'm sane enough to
know that you can't touch me in
the state of Jersey."
"When you asked to go down
town, this taorning and tuy some
Christmas presents you gave your
word you'd behave," said the
"Ho !" sneered Callahan.
"You've mewed me up in that
asylum for nearly a year, and if I
gave you the slip I had a right
The keeper thought awhile.
"See here, Callahan," he said,
"if you'd come right back with
me I'd say nothing to the doctor.
And mebbe I could prevail upon
the, cook to make you a Welsh
rarebit the kind you like, with
an egg on top-"
"Gee! I must be batty if that
sort of talk goes down with me,"
said Callahan, adjusting his 'col
lar. The train stopped at the Erie
"I could get off here," said Cal"
lahan, "but I'm going on to Ho
boken. I kinder hanker after Ho
boken." The keeper arose and began to
expostulate with the conductor,
who waved his hands depreciat
ingly. "I can't do a thing, mister," he .
protested. "My business is tor
run this here train, not to catch"
escaped lunatics. Whether he'sr
sane in New York and sane or in-
sane in Jersey isn't up to me. No,
toUl, .V . ,