Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1868-03-30

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A more perfect farce, and yet with
something bordering very closely on
the tragic in II, was never enacted on OF
of the stage than an episode Of which
police headquarters was the scene, and
dusk Saturday evening the time. X, Is.
Bond, who il would seem halls from
Clarendon, Ark, where he is well-to-do
planter, came TO the city last week to
purchase supplies, but on the afternoon
Of the day in question, got
among sharpers in the vicinity
Of the snake-show, on Front street, by
whom be was taken in aud done for to
the tune Of two hundred dollars This
amount he ventured on the " little joker"
and Of course lost. Thinking II no joke,
however, he repaired from snake-show to
police headquarters, whore he presented
his case to Captain Hazlett Detectives
Hastings and McCune we're placed on
the scent of the fakir, who had or was
supposed to have the money and
very shortly returned with well
dressed fellow giving his name as
Richard Maggie, who very reluctantly
disgorged the amount. Thereupon Hast
ings and McCune left the office, leaving
Captain Hazlett and Esquire Griffith,
who happened to be present at the time,
in charge of Maggie, and with Bond, who,
carpet sack in hand, still fingered also in
the room. A moment after Captain ii.
likewise left, remarking to Griffith as he
went out that he wished him to retain
Maggie until Colonel Beaumont came in,
and that he had better retain Bond also
as witness. No sooner had the Captain
left than Bond turned excitedly to Grit
fith and asked: "Whose office is this 2
The reply was: Col. Beaumont's Police
Headquarters" at ISL" again asked
Bond; "then write it down for me-
Griffith, in pursuance of this somewhat
whimsical request, repaired to desk in
the office, when Bond started toward
the door; evidently being some
what mixed as to his whereabouts,
and probably revolving in his mind
the possibility of his having mistaken
police headquarters for another snake
show. Seeing this movement, Griffith
remarked to him that he must not leave
the room. This, however, only accele-
rated Bonds departure, and not until he
had opened the door did Griffith grab
him by the collar. Bond then became
wild, and jumping to the stairs
plunged down to the street, leaving
a fraction of his collar in Griffith's hands,
and shouting at the top of his voice,
MURDER" fire" thief" Being as
sured by this most unexpected coup
d etat on the part of Bond that he was
not all right Griffin followed in hot pur-
suit as he fed, and, with view to bring
ing him to halt, discharged, in the air,
five barrels of his revolver. But to no
avail. Bond only fled the faster,
and cutting round the corner
of Front and Madison, he disappeared
down Whisky Chute, in the direction of
Main, followed by all the mackcrels and
dogs in the neighborhood. Griffith de-
spairing of overtaking him, gave up the
chase, and out of breath returned to
headquarters to find the alleged swindler
still alone and, very quietly keep
ing Office for him. But to return
to Bond. Dashing down Whisky Chute,
at brakes corner he brought up in front
of three gentlemen, and Selling one of
them by the arm, asked frantically who
the devil is Colonel Beaumont p The
Chief of Police" responded one OF the
the metropolitan trio. "Well, he's got
my carpet sack, and l want it," contin-
ued Bond, gasping for breath between
every word. Then followed some further
explanation, when in company with
his suddenly formed acquaintance
he was induced to return to head
quarters where he recovered his
5000, his carpet sack, and in course
of time his breath. With this bit of an
adventure to dream over, suffice it to say
the mystifed bucolic retired to his lodg-
ings at the Worsham wiser if not
better man" When he next essays a
visit to town, he would do well to bring
his guardian along, or leave his money
at home