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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 20, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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the dumb creature following, follow
ing. Bloomfield tried to shake it off. He
turned up a side street He took a
short cut among some houses, hast
ily, before the dog rounded the cor
ner. To his relief the howling sound
ed further away. But when he came
out into the parallel road he saw the
dog following him, just as before. It
was a little nearer now, and it howled
louder and bared its fangs.
He saw'the railroad station in front
of him. Bloomfield entered, but as he
approached the ticket agent's window
the creature sprang in front of him
and snarled at him. He dared not
approach. He felt an intense phy
sical revulsion against the dog, and
he was afraid, too, that old Barrett's
dog was known in the vicinity. Even
if he were not arrested his presence
would certainly be remembered.
He turned away savagely and took
' a street car that ran in the direction
of Rogers Junction. Once in the car
he knew he could tire out the dog.
To his relief the howling ceased. He
rode, five miles to Rogers. When he
descended he turned and saw the
dog loping along behind him. He
heard its whining, howl again. He
stopped and, in a fury, picked up
stones and began throwing them at
the creature. It leaped agilely away
and howled more loudly. Bloomfield
saw one or two passerbs-by look at
him curiously. He cursed the dog.
It was nearly morning. Bloomfield
abandoned his plan of 'taking the
train. He resolved to carry out his
original idea of laying low. He had
rented a flat and stored it with four
months supply of food. Nobody
would know him, except the janitor,
and he was not likely to suspect any
thing. Bloomfield got on the car that
was approaching and went back into
the city. He was not surprised to see
the dog following him when he dis
mounted. He went toward his fiat.
He was within a block of It when
the dog, as if divining his purpose.
leaped in front of him. and began!
T barking and snarling furiously
Bloomfield was in despair. Clearly
the creature meant to spring at his
throat if he persisted. He turned, and
now a madness came over him, an
insane desire to give himself up, to
suffer anything rather than endure
that terrible persecution. It seemed
to him like a heaven-sent uftish-7
ment. He did not know where to go
Half an hour later he found that
his feet had taken him outside of
Barrett's house again. He had gone
there unconsciously, but now there
came upon him that obsession of
which he had heard, to see the body
of the man he had killed. It was not
quite light yet. Glancing hastily up
and down the street, Bloomfield
hoisted himself up to the second
story window and re-entered the
room.
Out of the shadows leaped a form
that clutched him in a vise. A pair
of handcuffs were snapped upon his
wrists.
"I heard you coming,' 'sneered a
yoice in his ear, "and I thought I'd
let you walk in. You're the man I
wanted, anyway, Jim Bloomfield."
"What's the charge?" f inquired
.tsioomneia weamy.
"Attempted murder and grand
lar "
"What? Attempted murder!" raved
the prisoner.
"You'll tell me, I suppose, you
didn't beat up old man Barrett this
night? Tell that to the-judge."
"Is he living?"
"He is, and he's likely to live, if
that's any consolation to you. He's
been in the hospital these two hours
past, and the minute he got me on
the telephone I knew where to look
for the yegg. So you'd best save us
both trouble, Mr. Jim"
Bloomfield laughed hysterically.
"I thought I'd killed the old guy,"
he sobbed. "I won't make any trou
ble. I never meant to touch him, any
way, only he drew on me. But it
wasn't you that got me, it was that
hound of his." " -
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