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NO EXTRADITION.
By John Sefton.
(Copyright by WG. Chapman.)
As the car doors weje closing a
man hatless, breathless and dishev
eled, dashed down the platform and
forcibly wedged them open. Follow
ing him came a second, wearing a
plain uniform and a peaked cap. He
caught the first man at the doors and
"Ninety-Nine Dollars," Said the
Portly Gentleman.
strove to drag him backward. The
train was already moving.
"Stop him!" yelled the pursuer.
"He is an escaped "
But the first man had gained the
car and clung, breathless and trium
phant, to a strap, while the second,
seeing that he could not drag back
&e fugitive, followed him. The doors
aanged to behind him and the train
was fairly started upon its journey
through the tunnel under the East
-r which separates New York from
" '-sey. '
what's the trouble?", de
manded the conductor, coming
through the throng of excited passen
gers. You fellows might have been
killed. Ain't you got no better sense
than to do a thing like tha,t?"
The first man had not yet recov
ered his breath, but the second gasp
ed: (
"I am an attendant from the insane
asylum, and this man is an escaped
lunatic. He had been there nine
years "
"Ten, you cur!" snapped the other,
glaring at him.
"He was a trusty," said the pur
suer bitterly. "He ran away this
morning. As soon as we found he
had gone I was sent after him and
now I've got him."
"You have, have you!" sneered the
other. "Well, you'll find out your mis
take, McCormick. I may be a lunatic
in New York, but I'm sane in Jersey
until the courts decide otherwise, and
don't you forget it"
"That's right!" "That's the boy!"
"You're safe now!" ejaculated a score
of passengers.
The,attendant looked angrily about
him. (Po you mean to say I can't
get himjback?" he exclaimed. "Why,
the man's a homicidal lunatic. He
thinks he's the czar one day, and the
emperor of China the next, and who
he is today I don't know."
"I know," answered the fugitive.
"I'm Jim Barnes, a sane man, and I'm
not going back to New York with
you."
"That's his cunning," explained the
attendant. "He knows we think him
Jim Barnes, but he doesn't believe he
is. Honest, now," he continued, ad
dressing the fugitive, "ain't you
Julius Caesar? You know you are."
"Not on your grandmother! I'm
plain Jim Barnes," retorted the other.
"Come, come, Mr. Washington, you
know perfectly well that you're on
your way to Valley Forge to meet the
Continental army, now don't you?"
pleaded the other.
"I tell you I'm plain Jim Barnes,
and If you call me by any other name
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