The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-03-21
NOT TO BE DONE.

NOT TO BE DONE.
tThe :'painful confession is mine,
John Spindler, detective, Scotland Yard,
and how it came about was Justin this
way:
For long time had been on the
track Of q gang of coiners, which, in
my professional pride, had vowed to
capture. More than once had pounced
down upon them in their haunts land all
vanished like magic; and I being unable
to produce proofs, the chief, whom de.
sired most to convict, fairly laughed at
my efforts.
This naturally gave me some annoy.
ance, and with some heat calculated.
lyon have escaped me this time, Jim
Bradley, but I'm not John Spindler if
you do the next.
''When you catch me hold me- he
grinned. SHOW dare you malign an in
nocent man %
s'Innocent man Then the evil one
is not 50 black as he is painted ~ I re-
torted.
Well it was nearly nine months be-
fore I again ran down Jim and his
gang then, I detected them in low,
Wretched street near the road. The
house they used was kept by an old
Irish woman.
Having watched the house till I was
sure of my game, went to Scotland
Yard, saw the chief, reported I the
news, got some men, and on one dark,
mr.
upon them.
Leaving the police I had brought
at a little distance, knocked at the
door. Getting no answer, I stepped
back and looked up at the house. .:
It was dark as pitch, save faint
glimmer in the first floor window. As
/ returned I felt certain I saw the
blind of the lower room move. Trust.
ing, if was being suspected. that the
darkness had concealed my identity,
repeated my summons, when, after a
long delay, the door was opened by the
old landlady, bearing flaming tallow
candle.
Ibid you knock afore % she said,
peering feebly at me. ''Sure, I'm just
as deaf as post, yer honor, and don t
hear bit. Who do you want!
some of your respectable dodgers,
Mrs. O'Brien,' I answered., entering
the passage, and putting my foot so as
to prevent the door closing. ssThanks.
old lady, 1 won't trouble you any fur.
ther.''
Giving a preco1certed whistle, my
men rapidly came forward.
''Oh, the perleese? Oh, holy St. Pat
rick have mercy upon lone widder
woman! Oh! good gintlemen, what s
the matter, sure,'' shrieked the bag.
Paying no heed to these CALCULATIONS,
Iplaced one policeman on guard, and
with the others sprang up stairs.
Reaching the landing, I found all
dark, save a faint glimmer which is
sued from under the door in front of
us. tried the handle. It was locked.
1--WE have him this time,' whis-
pered, exultingly, for had caught the
sound of Jim Bradley's voice. Il have
examined the house well, and there is
no means of egress, either by the roof
or the windows. They are trapped.
Open in the Queens name ~ L ex.
claimed. i"~ 'ui 49,.
''Hullo, is that you, my dear Spind.
Ter % cried Jim from within. ':Happy
to see you, I'm sure! Remember what
L said, Hold me when you catch me,
old boy! The thing is to trap your
bird."5 iyS.<' ~, t3y4~iga -.
II will take care of that, Mr.. Jim, y
[ rejoined. "Open, or we shall break
in the door,
''Oh, PLACE, jintlemen-dear, good
jintlemen, for the love of the saints,
] don't make a noise. There's poor
! sowl jist partin' this life upstairs, an
his dear, young wilder is Almost dis
tracted! Sorra one of We jintlemen
hev any pity. Don't terrify the col
leen, nor the partin' sowl, who sure
has troubles enough 4... .
Silence, you old crone !''I exclaim-
ed, land fetch a light, or I'll have
you arrested as an accomplice." .1r"
With a regular howl OF disappoint.
sment she hobbled away, declaring
she'd do anything for us, imploring
pity for poor, lone woman, and com,
PASSION for the partln' sowl. 'faa 51
We don't wait for her return.
. Aware no one could pass on the stairs,