The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-07-21
Gbe Gintes, New BlOOnrftelO, l]a.

back, he was bending forward, his head
resting on his hands, apparently in great
distress of mind. He was young, and
felt rather sorry for him.
"Ihave come" said l, "to give you a
chance. We know all about your gang.
We know your leader very well. We un-
derstand the door-spring game perfectly.
We shall probably have all of them very
soon, it depends upon you how soon. Now,
if you want chance for revenge, you can
have it, and save yourself too. You are
young, and it is hard to spend thirty years
of life in prison. will use my influence
for you, If you will help me-"
To make long story short, after much
persuasion and many threats, and after
copious appeals to his selfshness and sus-
piciousness, he confessed all. He gave me
information that led, two nights afterward,
to the arrest Of ten as desperate villains as
there is in Massachusetts.
"We had hard tussle, and had to shoot
one fellow before we captured them but
different parts of the city, so that made the
matter easier. But Haldeman, the man
had wanted SO long, the gentlemanly leader
was once more lucky enough to make his
escape. The bank folks raised a thousand
dollars for me, in consideration of my SER
vices, and made friend Jim present of a
gold watch for his valuable assistance.
The criminals will all get heavy sentence
but the one who confessed. shall make
another thousand when capture Halde-
man, and SC shall get handsomely paid for
my trouble"
Have you not given up hope of ever
getting him?" inquired, as johnson fin
ished his story
"No, sir guess not, " replied he. "To
tell you the truth, Reade," said he, lower
ing his voice, 81 expect to take him this
very night. expect him to get aboard
this train at some country station. That's
why told you might break off my story
suddenly. That's why I'm travelling on
this train at all. The conductor is looking
out for the other cars and Pm watching
this myself"
We rode ON for a time in silence, pom
dering over the strange story of my friend,
which was to prove such wonderful Sc
quel, he with hat pulled over his eyes, ap-
parently asleep. The train stopped at sew
eral way stations and a number of persons
got in and out but my friend appeared to
take no notice of this fact. By and by
he bent over me and asked quietly:
Reade, do you see that flne-looking
man at the further end of the car ?''
"That clerical looking gentleman do
you mean, with the book in his hand?"
"The same Well, he's the fellow l
want. He got in at the last station. I've
got to arrest him."
"Not that noble-looking man, surely"
said 1.
"The very onep he answered, with a
smile, as he rose from his seat and walked
toward him.
My friend laid his hand on the mans
shoulder and said something. The villain
sprung quickly to his feet and tried to pull
out pistol, but johnson sprung upon him
like a tiger. The conductor came in Just
here, and both together they overpowered
the rascal.
When the train stopped at the next sta
tion, l saw johnson leading the fellow,
handcuffed, from the train.
Some time after this learned by the
newspapers that the whole gang were con-
victed, and my cool friend, the detective,
had made another thousand dollars.