picked up a large
into the water with a great splash. I
calculated on seeing Thurber start up
in alarm, but he only laughed at my
effort. Then 1 set out to wet him
with a splash, and flung five or six
other roots as large as I could handle.
I was hunting for yet another, and
had my back to the boat and the wa
ter, when something passed my head.
1 made a leap aside and wheeled
around. In the two seconds thus oc
cupied I decided that Thurber had
thrown some missile at me, and I
laughed as I turned about.
The laugh, however, died away in a
shout of terror. An octopus with a
bodyaslarge as a beer keg, had risen
to the surface and partly pulled itself
oil the rocks, and its half dozen terri
b!e arms were flying about like so
many whip (ashes. It had
flung .one of them at me
and missed its aim. Although. I
Witt now thirty feet away, it contin
ued to flingl three or four feelers in my
direction, but none of them could
reach me within fifteen ieet. The two
longest armB were from fifteen to eight
een feet long, and thi shorter ones
(rain eight to ten.
If I "could have restrained myself
fqr'afew minutes the monster would
no doubt have sunk beneath the wa
ters again, but the awful stare ot its
eyes, the sight 'of the terrible beak,
the,squirming of those horrible feelers
as they tried iu vain to touch me,
made nie cry out loudlv. I might
have known that I could make no
headway against the monster with the
means at hand, but, acting on the im
pulse of the moment, I picked up a
good-sixed rock and flung it with cer
tain ftiiu at the pulpish body. It was at
this, moment that Thurber rose up in
the' boat to see what wa* going
on. The creature didn't see him at
first, being entirely Occupied in
tryingtoeet me into its clutches.' I
believe Thurber could have pushed
the boat off and floated away in safe
ty but he also acted on the first im
pulse. Lifting up one of the heavy
oars he dealt the octopus a heavy
blow, no doubt inflictingsevereinjury.
He was raising the oar for a second
blow, when I saw three or four feelers
whip through the air at once and
fasten to him, while the creatureemit
ted a hissine sound like the blowing off
of steam. The man uttered a scream
of fright and terror as the feeler caught
him, and sank down in the boat and
clung to a thwart with the clutch of
v, Mind you, everything had taken
place in a moment, and I wasn't
be blamed for not knowing exactly'
'•^Jiwhat to do. However, I perhaps
accomplished ali that could have
been done under the circumstance. I
burled rock after rock at the creature,
•A itriking it fairly several times, but it
refusedto l*t go of Thurber. It kept
two ofthe feelerB ready for me, and
ince, when in my excitement and
anxiety, I approached too near, one
of the leelerscame so close to catch
ing mettyat it struck my foot. The
my, poor shipmate were
.t^i£te to hear, and they alarmed the
—«-Bveraii vessels half a mil*
7 'Wk vllf'.f^OlrW \V ^i^,'.'-• )mmm A. Arrihleoj^flh in hi* hn/*ir mi^a
Awt titMugli^^Wfcli^W^lio niif,
"•*01v to* a mAni'&a sang again—
How coohl |a«f&fwaetMes plead in ymlnf
ii itincd across the alslos,
i,:iroWn8 were changed' to
Thetfnipr'a cheek turned deepest pink.
At bas«and tenor's wricked wink.
*.V"k •',(-vl''*. *"'''. 'V'*'
The glrjsthat bore the'alto part
Tfacn took thestrain with all theirheart:
"Oh, Jor a man, a man, a mhii—"
And titan the full-Voiced choir began
To sing with ail their mfclit and inaia
Tbe fitilB to the girl's retain
.for a mansion In the skiex,
A man—a mansion in the skies.
Tht Terror of The Sea.
.1 The great noise and excitement
kicked up in America whenever an oc
tonus is captured,
seems queer enough
to a Bailor who has voyaged to trop
ical countries. From the Cape Verde
islands clear around the coast of Af
rica to the Gulf of Aden, the devil fish
can be found in all the bights and
bays. You can find him in the Indian
ocean, New Zealand sea, Coral sea—
among all the islands lying about New
Guinea. He abounds in the Mediter
ranean sea and the Pacific ocean, and I
have seen him in all the waters from
Cuba down to Cape Horn, and up the
other side of Brazil to the isthmus ot
Panama. He is by no means a rare
sight to sailors, and the fact that he
is not dreaded, like the shark, is be
cause instances ate rare where I10 at.
tacks man. I do not believe the hide
ous monster ever attacks human be
ings from hunger. The sea is full
of their port of food, and nature
never expected them to prey on the
flesh and bones of a tough old'
salt. I have read and heard it often
asserted that the octopus sucks the
blood and devours the flesh of the
man unfortunate enough ty be en
trapped in those awlul arms, but I
can prove to the contrary.' My ex
perience with the terrible creatures
has also gone to prove that they sel
dom or never attack a person unless
their anger is excited.
In 1805 I was one of the crew of the
American bark Henry Castle, which
made a voyage to the Java sea and
called at several of the large islands.
One day, while the ship was lying on
the outer harbor of Samarang, Isl
and of Java, two of us pulled the
captain ashore in the gig. We landed
him on a rocky point, from whence
he took a short cut across to the
town,and we were ordered to wait there
until his return. My Bhipmate,
whoge.name wasThurber, stretched
out tor a nap as soon as the captain
had gone, fchije I got out on the point
to have a look around. The'water was
Irpboatsput off for us, but
as .' £s*ma.*.' Ojpt passed over "half the
eM'. fllrfjiw/4 whw| tneoctopus put forth
iafclAal overboard. The water
1. t%»fcy feet deep,
nt tllat there was a
of the creature.
i%do*n. ancrAfter an
no doubt, by
had taken hold!
ih in bfo back, made
beak of the octopus,
cups of the feelers
ibere were livid spots
_jt& neither the Mood
KM been sucked Out nor any ot 'the
flesh eaten. I do not think any effort
of ours scared tbe creature into giv
ing up the dead. It had retained its
hold until certain that life
had departed, and had, per
haps, clung to it the longer
for our attempts. The natives said
that my heaving the stones into the
water had annoyed the octopus and
brought him up for a fight, and that
but for my action we should have
seen nothing of him.
For over four years 1 was mate and
master of a samll schooner plying be
tween the Spice islands and Singapore,
in the interest of an American trader.
I do not think I made a Single trip
without seeing from one to a doz
en of the horrible devil fish.- One
day in the Bnnda sea it fell calm, and
a current drifted us close in upon an
isjand to the north of the Lesser
Timor. We let gd the anchor in a
little bay. and when the schooner
brought up she was in twelve feet of
water, and within fifty feet of the
beach. The island was about three
miles long by one broad, and covered
with forest and- underbrush. It was
charted as uninhabited, except occa
sionally by pearl divers or wreckers,
and as the weather bade fair to hold
pleasant, no anchor watch was set.
As the weather wits hot, the sailors
slept on deck, there being one white
man and five natives. Everything pass
ed off quietly Until just in the gray of
morning, when a terrible commotion
on deck routed me out. It seemed
that an octopus had crawled up the
low side of the schooner, perhaps to
gratify its curiosity, but seeing the
sleeping men had, perhaps/ al
so to gratify its curiosity,
flung a feeler at one of them and tak
en such a hold of his hand and arm
that he awoke with a shout of pain.
The others were also aroused, and see
ing what had happened they seized
whatever weapons were at hand and
made the octopus release its hold. I
came on deck just as it fell into the
water alongside, and the splash was
as heavy as if a man had fallen over
board. A portion o? the feeler which
had grasped the snilor had been brok
en off by the blows. There were three
or four feet ot it, and for a time it
squirmed and twisted about the deck
like a snake. It had touched the man's
fleBh only in one spot on the back of
the hand, but he made as much ado
over it as one would a bullet in the
leg. It was a horrible wound, however.
The flesh was puckered up and blis
tered, and the spot where the cup had
taken hold looked like an erysipelas
core. It was along four weeks before
tbe wound healed, and the scar left
closely resembled that of a burn.
I had the sailor in the cabin dress
ing his hand, and it was twenty min
utes after we had beaten off the octo
pus, when there was another cry from
the deck, and I heard the men run for
ward and tumble into the forecastle
and slide the cover. More from in
stinct than any thought of danger I
closed the cabin door, and then the
skylight that lighted the cabin. There
was a slide door in the forecastle bulk
head communicating with the hold,
and also one trom the cabin. After
two or three minutes the sailors came
climbing over the cargo—we being
about one-third full—and I let them
into the cabin. I never saw a more
frightened lot of men, and I could not
at fiist believe the story they told.
They said that when the octopus fell
into the water he swam off in the di
rection of a rocky reef on our port
quarter, and distant about 200 feet.
After a few minutes the men noticed
a considerable commotion in the
water, and this gradually approached.
All at once they made out nve or six
octopuses at the vessel's side, and be
fore they drew back and ran away the
monsters were throwing their ieelers
over the bulwarks.
"There's one of 'em, sir—there's
one!" shouted the mats at this mo
ment, and we turned our faces to the
ekylight, to see three or four of the
horrible feelers playing over it. At
the same moment the schooner was
canted to port with a sudden pull all
of three streak*, or with as much force
as a strong puff of wind would have
exercised in the open sea. At this
movement all the natives broke out
into a yell of afright, and, as I sternly
rebuked them, one of them exclaimed:
"Oh! Captain, the devil fish have
come aboard, and not one ot us can
There was no longer any doubt
that we were beset by the creat
ures. There was not a second in
which the feelers were not play
ing over the skylight,and others could
be heard fastening to and dragging
things about the deck. As the entire
affair was afterward put in writing,
sworn to by every man on board, and
left with the representative of the
British government at Surabaya, Isl
and of Java, I shall not hesitate here
to state particulars. The noise on deck
might be likened to a row between
four or five men. Everything mova
ble was being moved and flung about.
My skylight had a hard-wood frame
and heavy glass, and the feelers found
very little to grasp. The noise made
as tbe cups fastened to the glass by
suction and let go again was like the
snap of a pair of pincers. Looking
from the bull's eye in' the stern I could
see the water was all in commotion,
although there was not a breath of
I had a dozen musketa, as many
pikes, several cutlasses and nine or
ten hatchets in the cabin. This was a
schooner's regular armameut, for we
were continually among suspicious
people. I let the men take their choice
of weapons, and then divided our
force and 6eht half the number back
to the' forcecastle from which they
could open the attack at a signal.
Then I carefully slid back the door of
the companion to get a look on deck.
The sight tiras one no man ever could
forget. If there was one octopus
on tbe port rail there were a dozen,
and if -there was one feeler twisting
and 8quirmtne around the deck there
Were forty. They were twisted about
everything apd pulling at everything.
Every coil of rope was off its pin and
being dragged and whipped about in
the wildest fashion, and from the mo
tion of the schooner one could not
but think the monsters were trying to
capsize her. I did not have more than
thirty seconds' time to glance around
before three or four feelers shot at
me at once, and I closed the slide not
a second too soon to avoid them.
It was death in, its most horrible
form to put foot On the deck, and 1
sent wqra to the men in the forecastle
not-to attempt any movement. I
whs in hopea that it we remained quiet
th. creatures would tire themselves out
^|o. «*»y ato whit*
..aij -a^---• ,y /'!,.
'ftd moved: about
mviy.f as poesible. They had come
aboard of us about o'clock'in the
morning, Mid at lOto'clock were still
there, though forthelast half hour the
noise on the deck had been, less. This
was accounted for by the fact that
felmost everything movable had gone
overboatd. There was not at that
time a belaying pin,
of firewood, oar, or loose rope left on
board. The 3cuttle butt, which nd
sea sweeping over us could dislodge,
had been wrenched from its fastenings
and rolled from stem to stem a dozen
times. Blankets which the men had
brought up the previous evening had
been rent and torn in all sorts of
shapes as the horrid arms pulled at
them. The tarpaulins had been torn
from the hatches and dragged about,
and had not the hatch covers been
securely hooked they would certainly
have been wrenched off.
Shortly after 10. o'clock I slid back
the door to secure another look. It
seemed as if some of the creatures
were gone at least there were not so
many arms twisting about. Lifting
my head until I could see along the
port rail, I discovered the beaks of
only two octopuses. Others were' in
the water alongside, however, and
had their feelers over the rail, some
clinging fast to shroud or mast, while
others were carefully moving about.
A breeze had corfle up, and I was
angry and impatient at the delay,
but I restrained myself to wait
for another half hour. By that
time the creatures had deserted us en
tirely. From the commotion in the
water on the rocky reel, 1 had no
doubt that it was the den or nesting
place of,the creatures, and that they
liad returned after vent inn their anger
on us as far as possible. Such a riffle
raffle I naver saw before or after on a
vessel's deck. We could not put to
eea in such shape, but I had to threat
en the men with a pistol before I could
get one of them to enter the yawl and
pick up the stuff floating about. We
worked swiftly and as silently as pos
sible to make good the damage, keep
ing a man on the lookout all the time,
and we were a thankful body of men
when the anchor was finally up and
we were clear of the bay.
As to the strength of an octopus,
I will tell you what four or five of us
once saw at one of the Spice islands.
There was a yawl floating astern of a
small trading schooner anchored of
beach. I was on the schooner talkimt
with the captain, and his crew of five
men were all on deck,
A Little 160-Pound Hercules with a
New York Times. rv -i
Away "back in the sixties I was'
financially interested in two or three
Texas enterprises with a man named
George Sloane. That was his right
name, but in many localities in Texajs
he was known Only as Nervy George.
I have seen a great many statements
concerning his ^.ventures in print,
but all more Or less exaggerated.
Some of the adventures which came
about while we were in company I will
now give to the press for the first
Sloane was an Ohio boy, and I made
his acquaintance and chummed with
him in the Andersonville prison pen.
We went West together after the
war, and at that time he was
only 27 years old. He was 5 feet 7
inches high, weighed 160 pounds, and
was the strongest man I ever saw out
side of a professional wrestler or
cannon-ball tosBer. His flesh was so
hard that'he could crack a walnut on
his leg. On two or three occasions I
knew him to break .the bones in a
man's hand by a single grip. Hetook
no training of any sort, but the
strength and ruggedntos were born to
him. As if not satisfied in making
young hercules, nature gave him the
most wonderful nerve and courage.
He once told me that he would give
$100 to realize for five minutes what
fear was. I saw him in some of the
hotteatplaces amah could get into,and
I never saw him falter or hesitate or
make a mistake in doing just the right
One afternoon, after we had finished
up some business in Dallas* and were
ready to go, we entered a saloon for a
parting nip. It was full of gamblers,
cowboys, and rough characters gen
erally, and every man wore a revolver
in plain sight. We were sipping our
drfnkwhen a burly big tuman, who
was a fighter from way back, inten
tionally fell against Sloane with con
siderable force, and then stood off and
leered at him and said:
"I'm waiting fur ye to ax my pard
ing fut that, banty."
Sloane never carried a weapon of
any sort while in a town. He looked
the big fellow over in a cool and quiet
way. and finally asked:
"Did you intend to insult me, sir?"
"Insultye!"echoedtbe other. "Who
talks of insults? Why, ye little game1
cock from somebody's barnyard, I'll
give ye two minits to git dbwn on
your knees to me."
"If you do not beg ray pardon be
fore I finish thisglass," replied George,
"1 will make a wreck of you."
By this time everybody in the sa
loon had crowded around us, and it
was easy to see we had no friends
tliere. There was something in
Sloane's eye and tone which cautioned
the big fellow, and if left to himself he
would have retired from the scrape.
But he was egged on and braced up by
the crowd who ached to see a row,
and he stepped back a little, drew his
revolver, and growled:
"Now, banty, get down on your
marrowbones, or you'll take a dose
Sloane leaned on the bar with his
elbow and sipped bis wine slowly.
tbe last bait minute he was coveted
by the man's revolver. When he let
wn be impedes bta mouth.
pus rose on the port side of the yawl
and flung three of his tentacles into it.
from the first move.
The arms, sliding about, found noth
ing to lay hold of, and then, as if the
octopus was indignant at his ill-luck,
he capsized the yawl in a twinkling.
The water was not over twelve feet
there, and, getting a hold on the rock
he pulled the yawl astprn until it
broke the painter, which was a new
inch rope. The strength displayed in
that movement was equal to that of
a draught horse, but he was not using
more than a third of his power.
handkerdikf and tken
turned ata^«dv^nM| tiMn t&e-iiw
flan. The m%n fired pomt blank at
his head cutoff & lock of hair, and
the bullet killed the bartender.. Be
fore he could fire again .George seised
him, one hatid on his throat and the
other on his knee, lifted him
high in the Air, and held him thus for
ten seconds.' Then he gave the body
a fling upon some whiskey barrels ten
feet away. It was an astonishing feat
of strength, and the Bilence of death
fell upon the room. When it- was
broken it was by a man who had tip
toed over to the barrels to look at
the ruffian, and who hoarsly whisper
"Great heavens! Tom is as dead
as a fish!"
So he was. The iron fingers had
choked the life out of him as he was
held aloft, and when he struck the
barrel almost every bone in his body
was brokep. George stood there for
two long minutes, looking from One
to the otherrthen asked:
"Does anwttbdy else want me to go
down on myphees?"
Never a man replied. Never a hand
was lifted, and we went slowly out
and mouuted our liorees and rode
A month or so later we were at
Waco, and one night attended the
performance at a 'concert hall. A
rougher crowd couldn't have been
brought together. In the first five
minutes of our stay, I saw three tum
blers of beer shot out of the hands ot
waiters, and a hat was knocked from
the head of one of the stage performers
by a bullet. I scented a row and
wanted to go. but George aBked me to
wait a bit. Directly in front of us sat
an outlaw from the Indian territory.
He was in an usly, frame of mind, and
anxious for blood letting, and pretty
sood he turned on us with.
"Which of you vermin spit on my
"Neither of us, sir, politely answered
"You are a d—d liar!" Bhouted tbe
man, as he rose up.
"No shooting! No shooting!" called
a hundred voices, and the stage per
formance was suspended to see the
row out. Wewerecnock up to the
side of the hall, with a, wide
aisle in our front. Betreat
was cut off, while we could
be approached by three men abreast.
We put our backs to the wall,- and
I cried out that we were unarmed
and wanted fair play. Twenty people
shouted back that we should have 'it,
but in place of two men. approaching
us a whole half dozen jumped into the
"Leave them all to me," whispered
George, and he obliged me to do so by
stepping in front.
The crowd came at us with a rush,
sleeves up and fists clenched GeOree
stepped out to meet them. Biff! Biff!
went his iron knuckles,and every man
was knocked down inside of forty
seconds, and that before one of them
could get in a blow. Then George
picked each one up in turn gave him a
shake which elicited a howl of pain,and
flung him among the spectators.- Not
one of them came back:
no one else in the .audience cared to
meddle with us. It was over :iii five
minutes, and afterrthe stage manager
had tendered us a vote, of thanks, the
erformance went on. Three' of the
ve men received, broken limbs' in the
toss, and one was made a cripple for
life by having his-spine injurwr.
One of the nerviest things in
Sloane's career happened at Navaso
ta, on the Brazos River. We were sit
ting on the veranda of the hotel when
a fighter entered the village on horse
back, nnd agmed with a Winchester
and two revolvers. He took a drink"
or two, and then started in to cap
ture the town. There was only one
street, and ho rode up and down this
full gallop, firing right and left and ut
tering terrific yells. Ia five minutes he
had the tOwnt People disappeared
from sight with amazing celerity, and
everybody was thoroughly cowed.
The fellow fired two Bhots among the
sitters on the veranda, and we stam
peded. fcjwn up that I had no desire
for a climer acquaintance with the
ruffian, and I was amone tbe first to
seek cover. When we were all inside I
peered cautiously trom a window and
saw 8lone st|ll outside. He was on
his feet, leaning against a column ot
the veranda and smokine a cigar as
coolly as you please. I shouted for
him to come in but he shook his
head. Appeals wete made by others,
bot be turned a deaf ear.
The cowboy had by this time reach
ed the lower end of the street and
turned to come back. He came at
lull gallop, but checked his horse in
front of the hotel and fited
three shotB at Sloane from
a distance of fifty feet. The
first zipped past his ear, the other
two cut cloth without drawing blood.
We were looking full at the shooter
•from the windows, and as he fired his
third shot without bringing his man a
look of wonder came to his face, and
he bent forward for a closer look, and
"Who are you, man or devil?"
George sauntered along to the steps,
slowly descended, and approached the
man, and-as he came near enough he
grabbed for him. Next instant, the
cowboy was pulled off his horse and
being literally mopped .all over the
road. He tried to use. a weapon, but
was disarmed with scarcely an effort,
and whep Geoege got through with
him he lay as one dead. Rifle, revolv
ers, and knife were-broken and flung
'n a heap beside him, and George sat
down on the steps to finish his
He had kept his'cigar alight through
the fracas. I personally interviewed
the doctor who was called to Bee the
cowboy, aihe gave me a list of the
injuries, as xuliows: Left arm broken,
thumb on I^ht hand broken, three
scalp wounds, right shoulder prob
ably dislocated* three teeth knocked
ou£ five bad bruiscison various parts,
one eye closed.
The fight did not last three minutes,
and yet the little giant laid the fellow
up for three good months and taught
him a lesson he neyer forgot. I saw
nd talked 1th him a year Inter, and
told me he .over was so scared in
his life, and i:^- ue was not yet
tirely well from tne drubbing.
The great theater now being built in
Chicago—the Auditorium—will, says
Mr. McYickar, bis too large for opera.
Every theater with a seating capacity
of'6,000 must be. A single human
voice can not fill as large a theater as
that. For oratorio or monster con
certs, where thera are 800 in the or
chestra and twice that many in a
vocal cbortia on tbe etace, it ia ad
mirably well eaited. lt' is also well
fitted to hoM-~«6l»vitafiMii in and will
.. for tbe presidential
my friend Alport's lawoffice, and hur
ried up town. I had delayed longer
than I knew, interested deeply in his
account of an intricate will case, in
which he was just at that time en
gaged. As I now remember, a prop
erty of some two millions, held by a
residuary legatee, had suddenly been
claimed by one who announced him
self as the direct heir and devisee, a
nephew of the testator, who had not
been heard from in several years.
Alport deemed the fellow an im
poster, and although his. story had
been well told, and his plan of action
welllaid throughout,my friend thought
he had secured proofs of its falsity.
In fact he had a bundle of papers con
taining the positive proof that Neil
Harcouit was not Neil Harcourt,
nephew of old Duncan Harsourt, tes
tator and it was his explanation of
this case that had rendered
late on my up town journey.
To say .that 1 was shocked would
be but feebly to expfess my horror.
Alport was a warm personal friend,
my attorney, and a man without
His death in the most natural way
would have been a sad loss to me to
hear of his end by murder simply par
Leaving the table as soon as I could
collect my thoughts sufficiently so to
do, I at once threw on a bat and over
coat and hurried down town.
My friend's oflice was in Blank
street, a little off from the main cur
rent of travel, but this morning I
found a number of persons gathered
about it—neighbors, store-keepers
and brother lawyers—passing whom I
confronted an officer standing guard
at the office door.
He would have stayed my entrance,
but as I handed him my card his face
"Maj. Minton,of the detectives?" he
The mau at once opened the door.
"You'll find Captain Ross and an
other gentleman inside. I presume
they will be glad to
As the policeman had said, I found
two detectives—men whom I knew—
within. Their story was soon mine.
It seemed that Alport had been in
his office la.te that a lady had cialled
in the evening and remained an hour
or more that after she bad left his
light continued to burn along time—
until morning probably—and that it
was not nntil someimportunate
opened tbe unlorked door, efepat 0- a.
m., that tbe death of the attorney
He lay dead in his office chair when
found, a thin, foreign-looking knife
sticking in his heart. Evidently he
had been struck unawares there had
been no struggle, but little blood, and
no robbery that the officers could dis
Nor was there any clew remaining.
Evidently a woman had killed him,
though why, was as yet' unanswered.
No one knew the woman.
But the reason—the motive?" said
I. "Surely there must have been one.
If we can find that, we may have a
clew to the criminal. Without it every
thing is in the dark."
"True," replied Ross "but the mo
tive is just what puzzles us. It evi
dently was not robbery, as his watch
and money were on his person when
"Hold!" said I, with a sudden
thought. "Might he not have been
robbed of papers?"
"Yes but what ones? How do we
know what documents he had?"
Anew idea had come to me. I be
gan at once to search for the papers
which Alport had read- to me the day
before—the proofs in the Harcourt
They were gone, but I found in their
stead, lyine among letters and legal
litter in his waste basket, a tr'-n
glove, bloody and mended across t..e
palm with a bit of black kid.
I drew it out with a shout of joy.
"He was robbed of some important
papers that he showed to me only
night before last," said I, excitedly,
and the person who killed him wore
"A clew!" cried Captain Ross, as be
reached for it.
"No, no, my friend!" said I. "This
is my case now. Alport was my at
torney and, now that I have one end
of the thread in the case, I propose to
follow it out. Th? honor shall be
yours, but tbe revenge must be mine.
Leave the matter with me three days.
At the end of that time I'll either give
you the criminal, or turn you over all
my proot and give it up."
Roes at once agreed to this plan,
and my friend's body having been re
moved, and a coroner's jury having
rendered a decision of "death by tbe
hands of some party or parties un
known," the case was for three days
in my sole care.
I naturally felt certain that I had
the right clew—the misting papers apd
the torn glove—hit I knew my Jimi
ness sufficiently well to understand
that I could neither walk into the
O'clock as I left
As I hurried onward, mechanically
my hand sought my pocket for a ci
gar, and finding none—a most unusual
condition of things—I glanced about
for some place where I could purchase
Just down a side street a light
struck my eye, and moving toward it,
I found a small, but neat cigar storey
waited upou by a girl.
I entered, threw down my money
and called for cigars. The waitress,
or shop girl, was evidently on the
point of closing, for one light was al
ready out, and she wore her hat and
shawl more than that, as she placed
a handful of Regaiias before me I
noticed that she had also drawn on
her gloves, and that one, that upon
the left hand, hod been torn partly
across the palm a.nd neatly mended
by the insertion of another bit of kid.
This trifling incident would doubt
less have escaped me, had it not been
that the glove was a pale orange in
color, whereas the inserted kid was
I selected my cigars, lit one and
walked out-. An hour later I was at
home and in bed.
The second morning after I read at
iby breakfast table that Lawyer Al
port had been murdered the night be
cigar store where my supposed niiir
deress was and arrest her, nor was it
likely that I could bluff or
frighten her into confession. More
wished to know first why she
should care for these missing papers.
That Afternoon I strolled to the
cigar store. ,An elderly German was
behind the counter. In the evening I
tried it again. No girl was to he seen.
I determined to learn something ot
her. I entered and bought some ci
"Keep the store alone?" said I,
casually, as I lit my cigar.
"You ought to have a pretty girl, to
help you catch the young fellows'
I turned and walked away. Noth
ing to be made there.
I watched the store until it .closed
and half the next day. Then I was re
warded. About noon a girl entered,
laid aside her hatandcloak, and took
her place behind thecounter, while the
man went awity. When he was well
out of sight I dropped in and did a
It w((s the same girl, a little nervous
I told myself.
I watched her until the store closed
then followed her as she hurried home
ward. She lived two miles away, near
the river shore, in a small, old tene
ment house. She climbed to a room
near the roof. I followed all the way,
stumbling in tbe uneven halls, but
looked upon, doubtless, as anew ton
ant a little way off.
The girl entered her room, locked
the door and then I heard the voices
ot two talking. Evidently she was
conversing with a man.
I made triends with a half-boozy
bachelor on the floor below, and
found from him that the girl Was an
old tenant, but that a man had re*
cently arrived, who occupied a room
next to her and was called her broth
I waited all night just across the
street from the tenement house.
Early in the dusky dawn I saw a
man steal out. I followed him.
He "vent straight into the. country,
walking fast and covering nearly five
miles before sun-up. I followed all tbe
way, not near enough to cause sus
picion, but near enough to watch.
At last the fellow turned into a
piece of woods. I hastened, and just
ag I entered the grove, I saw him not
far away, bending over a little fire.
As he heard me coming, he looked
up hastily, hesitated a moment, then
turned and ran.
At first* I was impelled to follow,
then something at the fire caught my
eye, and I paused.
Papers were burning. Quickly seiz
ing the bundle—for such it proved to
be—I managed to extinguish it while a
still considerable portion remained
I opened it.
They were all the papers and proofs
in the Harcourt will case—the identi
cal papers stolen from Alport on the
night of this .murder!
My heart bounded. It was the third
day, but the scent was very warm
I returned to the city with all haste,
but by another road, and at noon
was at the cigar store. The girl ap
peared, and the German disappeared.
Supplied with the t?rn and bloody
glove, I awaited my chance, and when
the store was empty I entered.
Having first purchased a cigar, I came
close to tbe girl, and said in a low
"Is this your glove? Isawyou wear
ing it a few nights ago," at tbe same
tim6 presenting to her the kid, stained
as it was.
The girl turned fairly livid, gasped a
little, then whispered:
"Where did you get it?"
"In the same office where the papers
were stolen and Lawyer Alport was
murdered three nights ago! Isaid."
The poor thing uttered a single
moan, and would have sunk to tne
floor if I had not caught her. A glass
of water stood upon a shelf. I threw
|)artof it into her face. Slowly she
opened her eyes.
"Who are you?" she whispered,
I opened my coat and showed a star.
She uttered a low shriek.
"A detective! He is lost—lost!"
"My poor girl," said I, "it is best
for you, and him, too, to tell me the
whole truth* Shut the shop and come
She obeyed me unresistingly, and I
led her to my own office. There, in
the presence of a brother officer, she
told her story.
She wai the wife—sad fate!—of a
gambler who had souzkt to personate
the lost heir of the Harcourt estate.
So well had he succeeded that when
Alport began to make trouble for him
he determined to get rid of Alport
and his proof at one blow. Dressed
in his wife clothes he had visited Al
port's office and killed him, then
stolen the desired papers. The torn
glove he had doubtless found in the
pocket of his wife's dress and used to
slight stain from his hands,
and then carefully dropped it into the
waste-oasket. The papers he had
taken home and afterward carried
away to destroy. He passed as his
wife's brother where they lived. She
had known of.the murder after it was
committed, but not before.
"Why did you not tell when you
saw what this- man bad done?" saicl I
sternly. "Why did you seek to help
him conceal his crime?"
She looked at'me a moment with
wide open eyes then a great fear
spread over her face.
"Gentlemen, I did not dare to. He
threatened to kill me if I even snoke
to him,of it."
Ttfreo hours later Leonardi Giotti,
the husband, was in our hands. A
full-blooded Italiaii with an English
wife a desperado, if ever there was
one a coward, but a vengeful dog!
As we led him away from the Elimi
nation, where he refused to anitiw a
single question, and his wife had told
her story again as she had told it to
me, he asked leave to speak a word
to the woman. It was granted, and
he drew near to her. But, even as he
spOke, he suddenly raised his mana
cled hands and struck her such a blow
upon the head that the poor thing
sunk to the ground without a moan,
blood streaming from her face, while
the miserable brute turned away with
"She'll not blab on me again!"
Indeed she did not! He was found
guilty of murder, and hung within
three months and his poor wife died
withiii tbe year from the effects of the
Joeknh Botaana, the
1st and composer, maids Ida
bnt at Hit jMn
display at musical
(fpsra ia New
recently wfao.- Waai'!.oti
six Mollie Magiii^e
hanged in the
1877. for the
AAlil-MAtHA A MA .Ailxk I jJMvm
coal-mine bosses, whom the brderV
Mollies had doomed to death.- -i/'
"0, yes I remember.it, well," Mtid
the old man "just as if it liapp^d
yesterday. I have been, thinking/ft
good deal about that scene sines the:
Anarchists were banged. I -,ift% i: ?.
much of the six men in jail
They were McGeghan and Boyle,
roll and Roarity, and. Munley. aiid
"It was a pleasant June d*y,a triflir
wet after a rain,that thehanging took
place. The jail was strongly gpatfdj|d
by coal and iron police,heavily atmed.
Several hundred visitors Were'inside
the jail yard. Among theni
governor's private secretary,
From the Home Journal.
Frith, the well-known English paint
er, in his autobiography, which has
just been published, tells a few anec
dotes about Turner, whose place in
the academy he was called to fill.
Here is one of them. A shopkeeper
had placed a much damaged print
trom the "Liber Studiorium" in his
window. In passing one day, Turner
saw the damaged print, bounced into
the shop, and fell foul ot the prints
seller. "It's a confounded shame to
treat an engraving like that!" pointing
to the window. "What cam you be
thinking about to go and destroy a
good thing—for it is a good thing
mind you?" "I destroy it!" said the
shopman in a rage. "What do you
mean by saying I destroyed it? And
who the devil are you, 1 should like
to know? 1 didn't ask you to buy it,,
did I? You don't loojc as if you could
understand a good print when you
see one. I destroy it! Bless my soul,
I bought ic just as it is, and would
rather keep it till doomsday than sell
it to you and why should you put
yourself out about it, I can't think."
"Why, I did it," said Turner. "Did
what? Did you spoil it? If you did
you deserve—." "No, no, man, my
name's Turner, and I did the drawing,
and engraved the plate from it."
"Bless my soul!" exclaimed the print
seller. "Is it possible that you are
the great Turner? Well, sir, I have
long desired to see you and now
that I have seen you I hope I shall
never see you again, for a more dis
agreeable person I have seldom met."
Col. Farr. ..
I knew he bad a reprieve for one of
the condemned men, provided a cer
lain confession would be made oh the
gallows. The Mollies were ordered' to
be hung by Sheriff Werner two &t a
time, so that in case any confessions
were to be made they'd have plenty.
of time. The condemned men did
not know who were to go first. The
first two brought out were McGeghan .\i'J
and Boyle. The procession appeared kii
at 11 a. m., and emerged from the.«
jail down the brick walk to the 1$
gallows. Both were dressed in black fcil®
and wore red roses'on their coat lap*
els. They were very cool on the
lows, said nothing, embraced each ... 0
other, and made no confessions. They Jk ik
knew not whether they were the last
or first to hang. The drop fell at 11:
12, and when their bodies writhed'*
the air the two red roses dropped to a?
the ground, having become loose by
the jar of the fall. They were dead in
"James Carroll and James Roarity
were next brought out. Carroll was
a big, well-formed man. It was at bis
mountain inn that the Mollies held
their murderous meetings, and it was
proven that he knew all about it.
The parting with his nfoat estimable
wife, a tall, grand lady, was the most
heart-touching scene I ever expe
rienced. Roarity was the joker of
the six. He had a funny remark tO
make at all times. He made a brief
speech ot thanks to Mr. Le Velle, his
lawyer, bat confessed nothing. They
wore red roses, and when the drop
fell at 12:24 the flowers tumbled to
the ground. Their bodies were .cut
down at 12:46.
"Col. Farr then knew that all was
over and that the other two must
bang. The reprieve he had in his
pocket to stay the Sheriff's hand was
of no consequence, and the two Toms,
Munley and Duffy, were led out and
hanged at 1:10 and by l:30jp. m. the
six dead bodies, in rough coffins, were
lying Bide by side in a small room
a Btone building near the gallows. Be
hind the gallows, about fifteen feet,
was a screen made of bagging along dR,
the prison wall. The rope was pulled
by a. man behind that screen when the
Sheriff gave tbe signal. That was a
sad day of my life, and I could not
drive it out of my mind for weeks aft
A Horrible War Memory/
Distai.t in the past and impossible sw'M
in tbe future as now seems war with
our "kin beyond seas,' it is only a
lifetime since a war existed, and such
an incident as that of the "Dartmoor
massacre" actually took place. It
was stated at the peace eetmg in
Tremont Temple that the monumeut
Knowledge of the peace was kept
from the American' prisoners for
months. They had been goaded into
mutiny by the severity with which
they were treated, and when thelf^v
learned that Great Britain and the
United States were at peace they be^
came clamorous for better tare and
more consideration. On Aj
1815, the Americans demandec
instead of hard biscuit
tatt* tbe latter. Two daya later they
manifested renewed signs of insubcr^
dinatiqq, and were fired upon by the
British soldiers. Five
were killed^and thirty-three grounded.'
^MM^iMgaa kao wnat the""
at Dartmoor bears tbe inscription,
"Erected in memory of the American
prisoners who died within this pris
on." Doubtless this is the inscription,
but, like legends on other monuments,
it falls short of the truth. Among the
American prisoners of war who died
in the Dartmoor prison were five who
were massacred by the prison guards
months after the treaty of peace was
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