The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-07-28
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came.
At nine o'clock on the morning of the
second, almost exactly twenty-four hours
before the time appointed for the execu-
ton, | received telegram which very
much raised my hopes. 1t was dated at
B, and was from Snow, the most
skillful detective in my employ, 1t read
simply thus:
81 think have my man. He is moving
your way. Watch every train from here"
took out no warrant, told no man of
my plans but was present at the arrival
of every train and narrowly observed every
passenger. No reward crowned my eff
forts, however, until the eight A. NJ
train on the third. 1 saw Snow get off
the car. caught his eyes as he stepped
to the platform, but he put his fingers to
his lips and sauntered across to where
decrepit old lady, whose white hair con-
trasted strongly with the deep black she
wore, was being assisted into a carriage
Her face was covered from sight by
thick veil. Snow fingered long enough
to hear the directions she gave the driver
then driven off, he came over to where l
was waiting.
"Well, Snow" said, anxiously elbow
is it ?"
"That's the party" and he jerked his
thumb over his shoulder toward the de-
parting carriage.
What that old woman in black?
Eggsactly."
looked at him in astonishment. Then,
as began to understand l was seized with
a sudden terror lest the man should es-
cape.
"But he will slip through our fingers
after all, l cried.
No fear of that, sir He's going
straight to Jail. saw him pull out pass
to the execution and read it over on the
train last night, and 1 just heard him di-
rect the hackman to drive to - street."
held out my hand.
"Snow, you're brick ~
"Oh, I've done my part, sir. But after
all, was only the legs and did the run
ming about. You were the head and
managed the brain-work. 1t was the
prettiest piece of calculating 1 ever saw,
your reckoning he would happen round
to see the hanging. You'd be an honor to
the force, sir"
We took hack and drove to the pris-
ON yard, and we entered. Most of those
who had a right to be there were already
present, and among them the woman in
black.
The prisoner would be led forth from
his cell in few moments now. lie was
already bidding Miss Howe farewell. She,
it is hardly necessary to say, still believed
firmly in his innocence. Should we wait
until the final moment? 1t would be
much more sensational, but hardly as hui
man. No, we would end the terrible
tragedy at once.
"Snow," l whispered, "you are sure
of your man?'
"Just as sure as am of myselfr
"Then arrest him."
Snow stepped forward and placed hi
hand on the supposed woman's shoulder
She started.
Michael Howe, you are my prisoner.
The old man sprang up, and would hav
gained the door, but was upon the watcl
and held him fast while Snow placed tn
irons on his hands. In the struggle tn
thick veil was torn aside, revealing th
closely shaven features of Michael Howe
and here on his right temple was a blood
red furow made by the passage of Ellis
ball on that eventful night.
To describe the wonder of the crowd an
of the city, or the wild happiness of Mis-
Howe and the joy of the condemned ma
, at this sudden denOuOment, is as needless a
it is impossible. The story, of course, end
here.
Old Howe was committed at once, bu
escaped the law by hanging himself to
window bar. His scheme of vengeanc
) was perfect, indeed but he carried it
little too far. He died without will, an
( the young people were married at once
and have long been enjoying his wealth.
Snow made good thing of it, and the
, have naturally looked upon me as frien,
Of the family ever since. was so tickle
at my success that concluded to try tn
} detective profession for living, and Pv
been moderately successful at it ever since
Z though never more SO than in my frs
4 case.
GB- A young lady writing to the Churc
Union, wishes to know if there is an
wrong in gentleman, to whom she is eI
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