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POLK COUNTY XEWS-OAZETTE. REXTOV. TENNESSEE.
) i i' J K How the King of "Wireless" Relieved One of His Victims of $50,000 in Just Six Seconds Jim jte.ssyfKf fl ' ' wf'5 il l' "Old tone Be Sure (jkT EW YORK. Money flashing In big fill wads; hoarse voices calling bets, telephone bells ringing; messen gers dashing hither and thither; tele KraDh sounders clicking; excited groups circling about bulletin boards everything in a tense yet subdued Irubbub as John J. Felir. hurried . through the smoke-laden atmosphere and thrust $50,000 into the "Cashier window of a fake poolroom to bet on a fake horse, running in a fake race duly programmed to yield half a mil lion dollars by means of a fake wire tapping scheme. It took In actual time just six ticks of . the clock for talon-like-hand to reach through the "Cash ier" window, grab the $50,000 and jerk the notes back to the other side of the partition. That was the last that Felix ever saw of lus money. It was the afternoon of February 6, 1905, when this famous bet was made. The poolroom was very close to" the old Fifth Avenue hotel, and it was 'fitted up to play the plausible, pool room part in a most natural and con Tinetng way. Felix was a manufacturer of musical instruments, with a place in East Thirty-first street, just off Fifth ave jiue. He was a man who took an in terest in observing the various meth ods by which an opinion on a hazard jnight he backed with money. Some how Felix's predilection for paying attention to pastimes of chance be came known until it reached westward through Thirty-first street to the vi cinity of Broadway, where men of rap-(Jd-flre gambling tendencies congregat d. it also became known at the same time that hidden in a secret compart ment of the Felix office safe were 50 ,$1,000 bills, "just aching to bo taken cut for a walk, as tne uroaaway gamblers and crooks put it. AT THE corner of Fifth avenue and Thirty-first street, four o'clock, (February 5, 1905 the day before the $50,000 was grabbed by the talon-like land of the fake "Cashier" an im imaculately groomed and garbed gen tleman gave his mustache a final pull and a pat as he mentally closed all the details necessary to properly ap proach Felix and acquire the $50,000. Tracy entered the Felix office the quintessence of urbane suavity. Pro fusely, yet not fulsomely apologetic, and in crisply polished phrases, he in troduced himself as one who had met Tellx in a "hazard parlor" and had been attracted to him by his sports manlike bearing. Passing by he had noticed the manufacturer entering his place of business and had recalled him at once. It was impossible to with stand the temptation to renew ac quaintance, so he had made bold to en ter. Felix was really glad to meet Tracy or Mr. Charles J. Tompkins, as the "king" styled himself for this ven ture and you needn't smile in a sar castically superior way to see how easily the clever crook wormed his way into his victim's confidence. Tracy, Just as he was saying good by at the door, turned in a most casu al way and expressed a polished regret that Felix did not have the time to learn of a magnificently good and "sure thing" that had been imparted to him by a gentleman "on honor" not to divulge a single part of it. Felix had the time and insisted that he had It. He was already captivated by Trncy and was eager to discover how he might become an associate of his lsltor. This wai the "sure thing:" Wiretappers You Get It Right!' "You see, Mr. Felix, there's a very close friend of mine, a very close friend Indeed, who is in a position to give advance information connected with horse racing. He can't give the information a long way ahead, you un derstand, not any more than you and I can give it. That's only a guess or an opinion when It's given that way. He gives, or can give, positive infor mation immediately after the race is over before anybody else gets it!" TRACY'S piercing glance seemed to .look through Felix as he uttered the words "before anybody else geU it." The "king" saw at once by the intent expression of Felix that the bait had caught the fish at the very first nibble. He went on: "Step back here, won't you, and sit down while you tell me more about it?" said Felix eagerly, for he saw pos sibilities in the preface that strongly appealed to his interest in hazards. Tracy went further back in the place and sat down near the safe in which reposed the $50,000 he was destined to get. There isn't much more to say I see you about understand it all now," he said. "Yes I see how it can be done,'' answered Felix with comprehensive earnestness and a bettor's gleam in his eye. "Of course," purred on Tracy, "it may not seem to a great many that the scheme is exactly square. But then you know, Mr. Felix, the whole horse racing game is not square. My friend is the soul of honor in all other things, Mr. Felix, but in this one mat ter he avers that it is only paying these race-track-poolroom sharks back In their own coin. And I think I pretty nearly agree with him. A num ber of stock broker friends of mine are in on the scheme and are already making a good bit of pocket money from it, giving my friend who re tards the information a decent per centage for his trouble. I'd like you to meet some of these brokers, Mr. Felix. What do you say to a little walk right now. I'll introduce you as j one of us, and they'll be quite free with you. To prove it, Just say laugh ingly to them 'Retarded Information,' and vou'll see them nod and wink their knowledge of what you are talk ing about. There is not the slightest reason, Mr. Felix, why you shouldn't be a very rich man in a very short while." R IGHT gladly Mr. Felix went with Mr, nue hotel, a few blocks distant. Off one of the, main corridors was a suite of stockbrokers' offices. Tracy pulled a key from his pocket, opened one of the doors and ushered his companion within. It was a genuine stockbrok er's office, all right. Felix didn't know It, but. the broker and his clerks had gone for the day. They hadn't the least Idea who Mr. "Tompkins" was. The key he used was a "skeleton." "I have a little cash I might try on this scheme," said Felix to Tracy as they shook hands In parting. "Sup pose I meet you tomorrow and bring it along. If the thing looks good I'd like to go in it." "Surely, Mr. Felix,, surely." said Tracy, with his breezy, well bred smile that was so captivating, "JuBt as you say. Try It out tomorrow. I In tend to use the system myself. Watch me grow as to pile. We'll go to a poolroom right near here. I'll have one or the clerks In the Fifth Avenue hotel broker's office keep at the tele phone wire connected with Je pool- : room, soon as my inruu i j opens the regular telegraph wire and retards the information so mat ne can apprise us over the broker's wire of the winner the clerk ia the office will call me up at the poolroom and I'll know bow to place my bet. And, as I stated before, I'm bound to win. You see how?" NEXT day a fatal $ oo.uuu aay iw Felix he met Mr. Tompkins and was escorted to the 'nearby pool room." It certainly had all the marks of the genuine betting rendezvous. Everything was going on just as It Is going on In poolrooms where there are no "wire-tapping" scheme afoot. It seemed that "Mr. Tompkins" had hardly time enough to walk from the "Cashier's" window to the side of Felix before the "telegraph operator" announced in a loud voice, "Rollins by wins!" Instantly Tracy was sur rounded by a group who congratulated him. "Fine tip," and "Put us wise next time," were the comments. Felix saw Tracy later hand in his "ticket" to the "Cashier" and receive a verita ble mountain of gold certificates in re turn. At least they looked like genu ine money. The fact is, a few of the outside bills were the regular notes is sued by Uncle Sam's bureau of en graving. Felix felt an instant envy to think that another had got such a great haul of money that should have been his at least he should have won S3 much. He had cleaned his office safe of its $50,000 and it rested against his beating heart in the inside pocket of his waistcoat. Another race started. A number of bets were made by men standing around. They seemed bets, all right. The men went througn tne regular betting motions and It all looked proper to Felix. Some of the men pulled away fair sized "rolls" when the result was announced. THE telephone bell Jingled again. "Mr. Tompkins is wanted right away." called the telephone attendant Tracy fairly leaped to the booth. Fel ix followed him close, determined not to miss anything this time.;; Out popped Tracy, so quickly that Felix well might have wondered how he had time to get anything over the tele phone. "What's the horse? What's the horse?" he urged of Tracy . as the "king" went on a hop, skip and a jump toward the "Cashier." i "Old Stone be sure you get K right Old Stone," snapped Tracy.'; Any body in the room could have heard what he said, although he , went through the pretense-of putting his lips close to the ear of Felix. The fact is they all did hear it. They knew Tracy was going to say it. ' Most of them already had their overcoats on and were, edging toward the dour of the "poolroora,",t ' X iiO-w---- . Tracy stopped at the window a sec ond, tugging at his .pocket to unloos en h s wad. Felix couldnt wait ior himalthough the tip came from him, He planked his roll of gold certiii cates down in front of the window and then thrust them through into the hand of the "Cashier." ;, "Fiftv thousand dollars on Old Stone!" He stood to win $500,000 on the wager! ' , i Felix was afraid the size of the bet might cause the proprietors to refuse it. He need not have been nervous. A ticket was thrown to him. For the first time he thought of having beaten "Mr. Tompkins" to 'the window. Where was Mr. Tompkins, anyway? Nowhere in sight. "Hurry call came for Mr. Tomp kins he had to go," said the tele phone attendant, and Felix noticed he had his overcoat and hat on. "Funny he didn t stay to bet on that last race," said Felix In a puzzled way. "He had a pretty sure tip. bet on it." "Oh, Mr. Tompkins is a true sport said the attendant. "He figures what he don't get today he'll get tomorrow Good day. That's the last race. I'm going home." Felix waited until the "telegraph op erator" called out, "Summertime wins!" You know how he felt and acted. Figure out how you would look in the "movies" if it suddenly dawned on you that you had lost $50,- 000 in six seconds. Hut come to think of it, no one can figure it out until he actually loses it. Felix looked for the "Cashier" and he had gone. He turned round to ask the "operator" a ques tion and he was gone. By tbe time ho wheeled about again the bettors were gone. TRACY had a very good start, for the instant Felix 'placed his $50,000 in the window, he left the room by a back way, and opening a door behind the "Cashier" that active receiver of bets handed him the full Felix roll. Down to police headquarters hur ried Felix. They threw out the net. "Big" Lnweon, one of Tracy's chief associates, tied to Australia, where he still is. After a hunt of several months they caught the "king." H was tried and convicted. You might think that this properly .ends the chronicle. Not at all. It only begins the strange part of it. Tracy had money and a good lawyer. He carried his case to the court of appeals of New York state. And a decision of this august tri bunal released the "King of the Fake Wiretappers." Why, and how? Be cause Felix clearly ltitendl to swindle as much as Tracy did. You must come Into court with clean hands. "It pays to be a predatory genius," said "King" Tracy as he walked forth a free man upon the announcement of the court of appeals' decision. A PURPOSE III LIFE By FLORENCE LILLIAN HENDER SON. "You won't amount to much. Nephew Donald, If you keep oa this way!" "L'ncle Gregory," retorted the recal citrant and discredited Donald Baird. with a whimsical twinkle ia his merry eye, "I found out long ago that I waa an odd fish, not much good except to knock around the world, work hard and keep cheerful. Here you insist on my remaining a land lubber. 1 don't fit in. Let me go back to the blue and bounding billow again, and throw me off your mind, and make jne happy." Old Gregory Baird 6hook his head dolefully and groaned. He was very fond of this erratic relative of his. When Donald returned from running away to sea after a voyage around the world two years previous, the uacle had set down his foot hard. "Here is a comfortable home and enough to last out several lifetimes," he had observed. "I'll leave it to you and Rupert if you obey me and be have yourselves. If you don't, I'll cut the rebel off with a penny." And so, not that he thought of the money, but because he loved and re spected the old man, Donald hung around the Baird homestead, half bored- to death and longing constant ly for the rollicking breezy life on the ocean wave. "It's all right, your studying navi gation and trigonometry, and all those sailor-like gimcracks," now spoke Uncle Gregory, "but all you need to do is to find some good woman for a wife, settle down here, run the es tate and enjoy life." "I've yet to see the lady I'd take for a mate!" laughed Donald. "I'd rather be free to rove as I please and busy myself about the village here, even if all I find to do is to spin sea yarns for the boys and girls and make toy boats for the little tots," "You're wrong there, Donald," in sisted the old man. "Every man owes it to himself to settle down and raise a family. Now look at your cousin, Rupert dresses well, goes into the social swim, and has got in with the A Tossing Light Directed Him. high-up Miss Myrtle Caruthera set at Silver lake. Shouldn't wonder if he'd marry her.' Don't you see he's got a purpose in life?" "I don't," answered Donald bluntly, "If he's just posing to be stylish and marry for money." Donald was a general favorite in the village. He was going home one lowering, blustering afternoon after making some wonderful kites for some poor school children, when he noticed people running towards the public square. "What's up?" he inquired of a pass ing pedestrian. "Don't know, but big crowd down yonder. I see an automobile. May be it's a stnashup." As Donald neared the square he noticed the machine in question. It contained the driver, the most beauti ful young girl he had ever seen, and her maid. The latter held an empty bird cage, and like her young mis tress, her eyes were directed up into the air. The crowd about them were gaping and staring in the same di rection. The town hall was the tallest build ing in town. Running up from its roof there was a flag pole fully sev enty-five feet in height. The strong breeze was whipping the loose ropes about this, andat the apex knob, where they were fastened, a bright blue object was fluttering frantically. It was a blue bird, which the trav eled Donald at once recognized as a product of Borneo, famous for it3 brilliant color and a song note of sweetly expressive cadence. Just now, however, the poor imprisoned creature was uttering shrill cries of terror and pain. 'It got out of the cage, flew away, and its foot is caught in the tangled ropes up yonder," some one remarked. That it was the cheribbed pet or the beautiful young lady, Donald at once discerned. No one ventured to suggest a way to release the bird. A first glance at the face of the young lady had enthralled Donald. As . a Bocond epicted her rare anxiety, Don ald spoke to a bystander. "I will get her pet for her," he said simply, and disappeared within tho building. A rustle of intense excitement swayed the watching throng as Don ald appeared on the roof of the build ing. Then there aa a Drt-ati.lt hush as he began climbing tbe smooth, yielding pole. It was en trancing to view hU sallor-Iike skill and hardihood. As Donald neared the top of the pole it bent over danger ously. With accurate nicety of equi poise, however, be reached the top. released the blue bird, and holding it ia one hand slid easily to the roof. A tremendous cheer rent the air as he appeared below. The eager maid was advancing with the cage. He slipped the truant within it and modestly stepped away. "The young lady asked about you, she wrote down your name; she said the must see you to thank you," a neighbor told Donald that evening. "Do you know who she is?" "No." "The rich Miss Caruthers. They have a magnificent summer home up at Silver lake." Then the next morning, rather grudgingly It seemed, his Cousin Ru pert came to him. "I saw Miss Caruthers last evening," he announced. "It seems you cap tured one of her lost pets. Sho in sists that you must come up to the lake this evening. Say," continued Rupert, with a rather disdainful glance at the careless attire of bis humble cousin, "fix up a bit, will you?" "Ashamed of me, are you?" chal lenged Donald, with a laugh. "Of course not; but you, see, that is, I like the family to make a good impression see?" It seemd to Donald as though soma subtle iufluence never before experi enced was urging him to, go up to Silver lake. The memory of tha charming face ha had seen in the au tomobile lingered vividly. It wa3 just before dusk when he reached the Caruthers home. It was well that Donald had come. A heavy storm had come up, darkness and a dense fog were fast enveloping the broad lake. He found the anxious Caruthers family discussing the prob able whereabouts of the daughter of the house and Rupert, who had gone out in a yacht. Donald was too much of a sailor not to realize the peril of the yacht If it had not landed somewhere. He found a small steam launch at a pier. Soon he was afloat. A tossing light finally directed him. As he drove aside of the yacht it was to find his cousin sick and helpless, and useful Miss Caruthers bravely at the helm; but the ya'cht nearly a wreck. He had arrived just in time to save them. Superb climber, expert sailor, for the first time in hia life his true man ly nobleness fully appreciated by a lovely woman, Donald began to think less of the bounding main and more of the joys that true love brings. For Donald had met his fate, and the blue bird's fair owner superceded -the old longing for the blue, blue sea! Copyright. ri3. by W.. G. Chapman.) ERUDITE WORKMEN IN PANAMA Men of Intelligence and Education Handled Pick rnd Shovel in Con struction of Canal. During the censiis-taking at Empire, Mr. Harry A. Franck, who tells ia "Zone Policeman 88" of hia experi ences as an enumerator in the Panama canal zone, was startled one morning to burst suddenly from the tawdry, junk-jumbled rooms of the negroes in to a bare-floored, freshly-scrubbed room. It contained some very clean cots, a small table and hammock, and a general air oi irananesa ana aim' plicity. At the table, book in hand, sat Spaniard. He waa dressed In worn but newly washed working clothes. sat down and began to reel off the questions that bad grown automatic "Name?" "Frederico Malero." "Can you read?" "A ::tle." The barest suggestion of amusement in his voice caused me to look up quickly. 'My library," he said, with the ghost of a smile, nodding his head slightly toward an unpainted shelf made of Dieces of dynamite boxes. "Mine and my roommate's." The shelf was filled with roal Bar celona paper editions of Hegel, FIch te. Spencer, Huxley and a half-dozen others accustomed to sit in the same company, ail dog-earea wim mucn reading. "Some ambitious foreman," I mueed, and went on with my queries: "Occupation?" "Pico y pala," he answered. "Pick and shovel!" I exclaimed. "And you read those?" "No importa," he answered, again with that elusive shadow of a smile. "It doesn't matter," and as I rose to leave, "Buenos dias, senor," and he turned again to his reading. A few months before, I remembered, it had turned out that a Spanish labor er killed In a dynamite explosion in the "cut" had once been a celebrated lawyer in Spain. . I recalled that El Unico, the anarchist Spanleh weekly published in Mlraflores, contains some trj-Btal-clear thinking, set forth in lan guage that shows intelligence and edu cation, whatever you may think of the philosophy it expounds. Many a romance and many a tragedy, perhaps, was played out among the busy jungles of Panama. Youth's Companion. When Sarah Scored. Mistress "Sarah, I heard that po licemen here again last night. Remera. ber, I don't allow this sort of thing, and I will not have It!" Sarah "Well, then, ma'am, you mustn't let the dog out without his collar on I" II. S. HOLDS TROOPS MEN, WOMEN. CHILDREN, COGS, CHICKENS AND CATTLE PACKED TOGETHER. REFUGEES ARE IN DISTRESS There Are Six Generais, 2.E00 Private Soldiers and 1,500 Civilian Refugees. Presidio, Texas. Twenty-t ight tofl dred Mexican federal soldiers, six gen irul.4, L'uO.OOO rounds of ammunition, two cannon, four large field pieces and 1.500 civilian refugees are in the cus today of the United States army bor der patrol as the result of the federal evacuation of Ojinaga, Mexico, and the oecupation of the Mexican village by General Francisco Villa's rebel forces.- The distress of the refugees is in tense. They have scant food and no shelter. Men, women, children, dogs, chickens and cattle are packed togeth er in a space covering several acres. About them are scattered all the goods and baggage brought in ilif-'lit from Ojinaga. Urgent requests for the immediate removal of soldiers and refugees to some other place were sent by Major McXamee to the war department through General Bliss. Other results of the rebel successes that placed General Villa's army in undisputed control of a vabt section of northern Mexico are: Federal Generals Mercado, Castro, Orpinal, Romero, Aduno and Landa are in custody of the United States troops1 awaiting disposition by the war de partment. General Pascual Orozco and General Ynez Salazar, federal volunteer com-' manclers, escaped along the border to; some point remote from Presidio. Sal asar was wounded. They were accom panied by General Caravoo and Gen eral Rojas and 300 cavalrymen. Sala zar and Orozco are being watched for; in the United States for indictments; charging them with violating the neu-, trality laws. ' General Landa said he was certaini all the federal troops escaped. i EUGENE H. GRACE IS DEAD Final Chapter Written in One of Great est Georgia Tragedies. Newnan, Ga. Eugene Grace is dead' and the final chapter has been written to the famous tragedy. The end came at his Newnan home where he has been living for months. Around him were gathered his moth-' er, brother, sister and stepfather and , a number of relatives. While the angel of death was 'hover- ' ing over Eugene Grace there .'came -from the North the report it ihe woman he acousH5ri't-IieTi.J;.- Xi hope that her husband w-ouldficover , and ask her back into .Ills sunny1 South-, ern home. Grace was wounded Marali 5, 1912.'' Awaking about noon with a bullet in his spine, he crawled from bed to tele- phone police headquarters. Policemen found him unconscious In a locked bedroom of his East Eleventh street home, Atlanta, Ga. He accused his wife and she was arrested at the Ter minal station on her return from her, husband's home in Newnan. . , Mrs. Grace declared the shooting was accidental. She faced Grace in the hospital, where he accused her before detectives, saying she shot him while he was asleep. She was jailed, but shortly after gave bond and made a trip to Philadelphia. Her trial occur red several weeks later and she was acquitted. The wounded man attend ed the trial on a stretcher, constantly reiterating hi3 accusal. Upon acquit tal Mrs. Grace returned to Philadel phia, where she now lives. 1 Wilson Departs From Southland. Pass Christian, Miss. After nearly three weeks of rest and recreation at a little cottage near the gulf coast here, President Wilson bade farewell to the Southland. He told Mayor Sassier and a crowd of citizens who gathered at the station to bid him Godspeed, that he had enjoyed his vacation very much and had benefited greatly by the change of climate, and had obtained exactly the rest he had desired. The president and his family got aboard his car early in the evening and had retired long before the train waa due to depart. 12 Worst Boys in United States. Chicago. -The twelve worst boys la the United States w ere .brought togeth er in Chicago. They will leave to establish the Last Chance Boys' Club, on a nine-acre ranch 27 miles from Reno, Nevada, where an effort will be made to make valuable citizens of them. The club is supported by Jack London, Upton Sinclair. Robert Hun ter and Jack Robbing. The boys range in age from 13 to 15 years. They were selected from among nine thousand bad boys in twelve states and each is rated at more than 87 pr cent. bad. Father and Son Slain by Masked Men Salt Lake City. -Two masked men walked into the grocery store of John O. Morrison, shot Morirson down la his tracks and then shot and Instantly killed Arling Morrison, a son, who, run Ding to the cash register or tho Btore, had obtained a pistol and tired at the murderers. John Morrison died on th operating tablo nt the police hospital. Tho hhot from the son'w pistol in thought to have taken effect, an ono of the murderers when running from the flore was heard to grip "Jlij hit Uie." 1 1 m 1 1 : Orli ! t t . t - I