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4 EDDIE FAY, POLITE PISTOL BURGLAR, WHO “LIFTED'’ A MILLION, CAGED AT LAST; REWARD $50,000 New York, April 15. —Take • peek through the checker grated door of Ed die Fay's eell in the Tombs prison, and see the fierce scowl on the face of this, “The most dangerous criminal in the world,’’ who is at last behind walls that hold him fast. Eddie Fay is undone and knows it. The robbery of the Richmond, Va., postoffice of $38,000 in stamps and cash will be the notorious yeggman’s final job. He is like a caged tiger now, his an ger lashing him into furious tempests of passion. Desperately, hatefully gnashing his teeth, he shakes the stout Eddie Fay aad Some Beenes tn His U Life History. । steel door. His guards are to him what the trainer is to wild eaged beasts. I Madly would he tear them to bits if op portunity offered an escape. । But withal, one can hardly restrain I* sense of pity for this fallen bad man. In his record there is audacious vil lainy, contempt of all laws of God and man, a thirst for easy money that 'would make the man strike dead any one who interposed; and yet, seeing I him in his Tombs cell, yon feel that in his tetrribly mistaken, vicious way he Iwas a superior sort of creature. He was the most successful under world crook in his work which indicat ed large thinking capacity. It is es timated that his various robberies brought him at least $1,000,000, some of which he invested like a good busi ness man in Chicago real estate, and eome of which ho spent recklessly liv ing the life of a sporting gentleman. His string of race horses did not net him any profit, and he was a desperate gambler. But the value of his prop erty is today estimated at $300,000. The spirit which animated the crim inal career of Fay seems much like that of the Jesse James gang, though Jesse and the Younger brothers were THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS IS NOT HIGH When you consider the growth of San Antonio In the last ten years and the probable growth the next five years, the price of lots in San Jose is not high. When you consider that we will have rapid trans portation from the heart of San Antonio on our own gas electric cars, the kind they run on elevated tracks and through underground tunnels in Chicago and New York, three hundred dollars is not high. When you consider that we are laying out a model town with improved streets and boulevards and cement sidewalks and shade trees, the price is not high. When you consider that we will construct water works, electric light plant, sewers and other public improvements, and that all of these things will be donated to the town of San Jose as soon as it is in corporated, the lots are not high. When you consider that we will build a modern fireproof hotel with three hundred rooms and the finest bath house in the world in San Jose, three hundred dollars is not too much for lots. When you consider that we will lay out a park of one hundred acres to be improved as complete as a landscape architect can make it, three hundred dollars is not too much. When you consider that the restrictions will assure you good neighbors, three hundred dollars is not too much. When you consider the men behind this propo sition, you will know this town will be a go. TERRELL WELL CO. A. D. POWERS, General Sales Manager GIBBS BUILDING FRIDAY, crude in their methods as compared with Fay. No wild west war-whooping tactics for him. His way was to dress well, pose as a London banker, asso ] ciate with race track followers, and only shoot when he was cornered. But 'then he would shoot to kill. The police of Chicago say there are four murders traceable to Iky. The least valuable thing in the world to him was human life. Twice be has escaped from jail, both times after pistol duels with officers and guards. Onoe on board a swiftly moving train, he held up his guard and leaped toLliberty. He made post- offices his specialty, and when the New York police and government secret ser vice men trapped him and dragged him fighting, kicking and cursing to the Tombs, the oilier day, they found in his trunks $85,000 worth of 1 and 2 cent stamps, with a complete and beau tifully polished set of burglar tools and diagrams, descriptions and other data of postoffices and banks in at least fortv cities. Some of Fay’s known jobs were the robbery of the Chicago postoffice of $74,000, the United States revenue of fice at Peoria, Ill., of $30,000 worth of revenue stamps, the Japanese-American bank at Los Angeles of $38,000 cash, and San Diego postoffice of $10,738 in stamps and $4000 in gold, a bank at Su perior, Wis., of $62,000, and the recent Richmond job, which was his Water loo. His methods are best explained by an examination of the Richmond robbery. Fay, accompanied by a pal named Ches ter. who was also caught here, took quarters at a hotel near the postoffiee, posing as commercial traveling men. On Saturday night they gained en trance to the postoffice, using skeleton keys. Within 15 feet of the street, SAN ANTONIO LIGHT AND GAZETTE where people were constantly passing, they applied what the yeggmen call the “plunge and squeeze. 1 ’ It means that no explosive is used to open the safe, but that the doors were first drilled and then pried open. Fay and hi* pal turn ed the trick by boring a little hole and inserting the point of a small instru ment made like a top, but with a heavy handle, into the bore at the erack of the safe door. Th* top-like end has a thread running about it, and screwing the handle result* in terrific pressure upon the door. When a sufficient open ing had thus been silently made, it was no triek at all to make th* heavy door yield to the pressure of a crowbar. But think of Fay ’* nerve in backing a wagon up to the postoffiee and car rying out packages of stamps weighing several hundred pound*, enough to plas ter half the billboards in Richmond! In New York and Chicago there are stamp brokers who, at discount, nuy stamps in large quantities from persons who are overstocked or need ready money on postage stock or for other reasons wish to sell stamps. The police say that Fay got rid of stamps through these broker*. The robber* took their booty in trunks to their hotel and then sent ttem to the depot, checked for Wash ington. Fay probably would not have been caught if he himself had managed the “get away.’’ He trusted too much to Chester, and Chester bungled. He was nervous, and foolishly made the bag gage master at the Richmond depot sus picious. He demanded that the three trunks holding the booty be put aboard a train which was almost due to leave. He euried and swore, and finally as sisted the porter in loading the trunks on the cars. Mr. Stationmaster thought it over later, and decided that Chester was not a traveling man, and told the police. This was the clew that traced the robbers to New York. Then, when they came to claim their trunks, detec tives were present disguised as bag- I gagemen, and they questioned the pair. Fay, smelling the mice, started to 1 walk quietly away, but Chester pre cipitated the arrest by punching one of the detectives. Fay was clear into the crowded street before the detectives surrounded him. For years the police of the whole country have been after this man, and there was a price of $50,000 on his head, dead or alive. HE’S A MODERN NOAH. Tells True Tales of Managing Menage- ries on a Steamer. “Ive carried more wild animals than any other living skipper. 1 am the mod ern Noah, I guess. There’s lots of fun and adventure in it, and "quite a lot of money, if you have luck and fair weath er,” said Capt. Wilkes, of the British steamship Indrani, from Borneo and Manila, now at the Mystic wharf, com pleting his eighth voyage from the Ori ent with wild animal cargoes, says the Boston Post. Full laden with the spice of the Ori ent, manned by Lascars wearing queer little caps and Chinamen in laundry costumes, and commanded by British officers in gold-braided uniforms, the Indrani, from Borneo and Manila swung sullenly with the tide as Capt. Wilkes told tales of things. “The last time I made port here,’’ he said, “the newspapers at home said I’d wrapped a python around the funnel to keep it warm, and that we were in col lision with a sailing vessel, because the bloomin’ snake plugged the siren with its tail. “When I got to England the owners put me on the rocks for a bad half hour of jolly good parliamentary talk ing.” He indicated a box of Manila cigars in a cordial way. r, The Chinaman at Singapore sold me a fine white monkey,” he reminisced, “but I didn’t dare try to bring it across. So I sold it before leaving.” “Why didn’t you dare bring it?” The captain’s eyes twinkled. “I might say I didn’t have any whitewash aboard,” he retorted, “but I don’t. I might have used paint, you know.” He grinned and lighted a cigar. “The first voyage I made four years ago with a roo,” he began a<rain, “I had four snakes, a black panther, and a cub tiger. On the way I lost the pythons, and the /day after the water front reporters of New York finished with me I got a cable from home from a scientific society asking for a de tailed report of the strange end of the snakes. *‘For it was in all the papers at home that one morning I found the pythons had swallowed themselves in pairs and there were only two pairs of heads, nose to nose, left in the cage, and no bodies in sight. Then, accord ing to the story copied from the New York papers, I tossed up the heads and the tails came up. ” “How could that happen? There wasn’t a head on each side?” “That’s what the society wanted to know about,” said the captain slyly. “But that wasn’t the worst of that trip,” continued the captain as bis coolie boy served tea; "a couple of bobbies came aboard and began pursu ing the black panther. I told them to look out, but they laughed at me and began to shooting nutmegs at him. All of a sudden he saw his chance and shoots one paw through the bar and keelhauls one bobby »rom the baek of his neck right across his back and down his face. The bobby collected $15 for his helmet! “The big ‘Queen of the Pythons’ in the Bronx park zoo in New York was a lady to bring over,” he observed; “she’d come crawling along at meal time—about once a month —and just open her mouth and—” He checked himself and asked: “Now you’ll be printing something about manicuring her teeth with a swab, I wager! ” Reassured, he continued: “Open her mouth and shoot out her tongue —I didn’t say shoot off her mouth and stick out her tongue, mind— but I know you have it so.” “Where do you get your coos from, Captain?” “From the whitest Chinaman in Sin gapore,” he returned. “His name? Oh, Deepest Mystery Surrounds Slaying of This Girl —Killed by Crank Belief Martha Blackstone at her desk, and house in which she was slain. Miss Blackstone was shot down in the home of a friend in Springfield, Jtlia, by a man, who, aoording to the testimony of several people, is believed to have committed the crime for the love of it. A man who has broken into a dozen homes in the neighborhood in the last year and who is declared by many who have seen him to be “criminally mad,” is suspected of the crime" A reward of $6000 has been offered for his cap ture. it might be Moy Goon, or Quen Chi. They've gangs working all through In dia. They tell you what they are go ing to have, and you order before the goods come in. “The second trip over I got a big baboon from him. Most intelligent ani mal I ever saw. I hadn’t fed him more than a week before I had him using a hair brush and comb and making grunts for a pair of pants. Too bad about him— ’’ “ Why, what happened!” “Why,” said the captain, cautious ly, “you'll probably say he tried to use the hair brush for a tooth brush, but really I think he got angry because he had no pants, and ate the brush with suicidal intent. Anyway, the brush was missing. J never H try to civilize a monkey again.” ART OF SWAPPING HORSES. Two Old-Time Sports Who Made David Hanim Look Like an Innocent. “I have been reading that David Harum story,’’ said the ancient liv eryman, when his cronies were com fortably seated in his little office. “A friend told me that story was the last word on horse trading, but the man who wrote it didn’t understand the spirit of the game at all. David Harum would have been skinned out of his teeth if he had blown into any west ern town in the palmy days of horse trading, 25 or 30 years ago. “I tell you, my friends, all the dead game sports are asleep with their fathers. Nobody is willing to take a chance nowadays. If a man buys a cigar he wants a bill of sale with it. The other day a cheap skate pestered me a whole afternoon talking about buying a horse. He tried out all" the nags in the barn, and finally decided that the glass-eyed bay would suit him. And he actually wanted a written guaranty that the horse was sounl! A written guaranty! No, gentlemen, I am not joking. That bald headed travesty on a man actually asked for such a document. I regarded it as an insult, and after I had rebuked him they had to pour four buckets of water over him before ho regained conscious ness. “In the good old days horse trad ing was a game, not a commercial transaction. If a man wasn t willing to take the chances when he went trad ing he was advised to try some other line of business. Many and many a time I had the harpoon administered to me. One day Major Charlie Slaugh ter drove to my barn and invited me to take a drink with him. “ ‘I have quite a neat package of horseflesh here,’ said the major, ‘and I have a sort of presentiment that be can travel a few lines when the wind is blowing in the right direction.’ “His horse was a handsome roan, a regular peacock for style, with his head away up in the air so you’d need a stepladder to see if he had a star on his forehead. And the way he hit the road was a sin. Talk about gall ed horses! That roan handled his legs as though he had taken sparring les sons. Now, my weak point in the horse business is that when I want a certain nag the worst way I can’t con ceal the fact. I just can’t sleep or eat my victuals until that horse is in my barn, with a new halter on him. The major was wise to my weakness. “ 'It’s no use, Jake,’ save the ma jor. ‘This hoss isn’t on my swapping list. Every roan hair on him just suits me, and I’d be a chump to let him go.’ “Well, of course, I got the roan all right. The major was just bluffing. And I gave him the biggest trade you ever heard of. Gave him a matched team and several bills for that gang ling roan. And when I took the roun to the water trough for a drink T found that he couldn’t lower his head. He had to carry it about 10 feet in the air all the time, owing to some in jury to his neck. He had to eat his flaked rice off a shelf and drink from a garden hose, and a man needed an aeroplane to put a bridle on him. “Did I raise a fuss with the major? What sort of a skate do you take me for? Next time I saw him I told him that I liked the roan better than any horse I ever saw. ‘Ho isn’t always rooting in the ground like a pig,’ says I, ‘and if you had told me about his patent dirigible neck I’d have given you $10 more.’ We were sports in those days. “One time the veterinary surgeon told me about a fine trotting horse in a town some distance away which had been deprived of its tail by a surgical operation. I went and looked at the horse. He was a perfect beauty and could trot like an avalanche. But he had just a stump of a tail, and the owner was ashamed to drive him, so I bought the critter for a song. I went to a lot of trouble having a tail made for him. It was a beautiful, flowing tail, a credit to the hairdresser’s art. It was fixed to slip over the horse’s stub tai] and was then fastened to the crupper of the harness, and a man needed good eyes to see that it wasn’t the real thing. “The major had poor eyes, and when I took him for a drive behind that black trotter he simply had to be tied down to the seat, he was so excited. He said he’d always wanted a horse I with a tail like that. He had my own weakness. He couldn’t pretend indif ference when he wanted a thing the worst wav, and he wanted that horse .so bad that bis hair was falling out. After a great deal of deliberation I is sued my ultimatum. “ ‘I’ll give you the horse, harness and bnggy just as they stand,’ said I, ‘for your sorrel three-year-olds and $50.’ Either of the sorrels was worth a herd of horses like the black. “ ‘It’s a trade,’ cried the major. “Next morning the major came And you’ll get it—we show the styles, not a few, but hundreds of the newest ideas in the newest headwear. 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Carnival aviation meet a success, is doing everything in his power for the public enjoyment of the aerial specta cles next week. He has ordered that no expense be spared in making ample ar rangements for the convenience and comfort of the crowds. Highland Park offers an ideal spot for the airship flights. It has a new, clean surface with the grade sloping to wards the west, and a better place from which to start the flights could not be secured. The starting point is two blocks from the street car line, and Mr. Peck is now endeavoring to make arrangements with General Manager W. B. Tuttle of the Traction company to extend the car tracks to where" the fences will be built. Glenn Curtiss and the other aviators insist on a large en closed area for starting and alighting, from which the public is necessarily ex cluded because of possible danger. This enclosed area will be half a mile square and workmen are now clear ing and putting it in shape for the flights. Here the apparatus for starting the aeroplanes will be installed. The enclosure will be surrounded with two miles of fence. Mr. Peck is figuring on erecting a grandstand for the ac commodation of spectators. The aviators, Curtiss and Marrs, in company with Col. Roy Hearne and J. Flood Walker, inspected many possible around to my barn all smiles. 'Ever since I was a child and quit playing with a rattle,’ says he, 'I have wanted a horse with a detachable tail—a tail that a man could take off and use as chin whiskers at a masked ball. I just called to pay you another 50 cents, so that when I meet you after this you can’t say I took advantage of you in our trade yesterday.’ “Oh, there were real sports in those days.’’—Chicago New* APRIL 15, .1910. HATS Expectihe Most for Your Money Hero ■ ■ ■ a ■ sites during a trip in an automobile yesterday, but Highland Park appeared, far and away, the best grounds for ths purpose. Due to the public spirit of President Peck of the Highland Park Improve ment company, San Antonio is assured of one of the most successful meets in the history of airship demonstrations and racing in the United States. POLICE BELIEVE . MINNIE WAS JOKING What is regarded as the work of a practical joker was discovered by two small boys yesterday afternoon in the shape of a beer bottle lying in the San Antonio river, in which was a piece of newspaper upon which was written: “I am tired of life, so I commit sui cide today, July 5, 1909. You will fina my body in the river. MINNIE.” That the tragic message has no sig nificance, the authorities believe, be yond that the message may have been written by some person inclined to create a sensation and useless investi gation. The police report no body of a woman being found in the river since that date and that if such had really been the case, the body would have long ago been recovered. SUIT IN EQUITY. 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