Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-09

stOl1d pOtlcemaI lllteu Oue 1oOt'
''Do you know that child?' Kissed
Mr.. Hoag in the rector's ear.
Never shall forget the look of unut
terable pain on the face of Mr.. Godkind
as he turned and walked away from us.
None the less merrily did the gutter
snipe play and sing. What to him the
anguish of father whose child is living |
and dead7 What to him the agony of a
man of leisure robbed of ] IS income? His
cracked fiddle was his father; his fortune
the strenuous penny.
':What is the matter, Mr.. Hoag?"
asked kindly, as after a short struggle,
habit restored to MIN his sober manners.
Mr.. Hoag looked at me with the glazed
and impressive eye Of that species of de-
tective known as the shadowd.
/" Come here" he said, turning to the
fiddler.
The boy approached him, and Mr..
Hoag put his hand in his pocket. The
boy stretched out his arm; its elbow was
Illuminated by hole eloquent as the
eye of Polyphemus Mr.. Hoag thrust his
fingers into the socket.
"My purse has gotta hole in it, he
said. sadly, and dropped some pennies
into the boys hand
| The act touched my heart.
"Come, Dfr. Hoag," l said addressing
him. Come and have some lunch.
Something has dashed your spirits.''
"You know, Mr.. Hazlett," he said to
me as we sat down at Oestreich's-"
you know never pass blind man with
out giving him something"
Waiter?' said sternly, "don't you
know better than to serve water at a gen
tleman's lunch? Come, old fellow and
turned to Mr.. Hoag, "what is the mat
ter with you? feel little out of sorts
myself. You have heard me speak Of
my cousin Smiler, the lawyer. This morn
ing he told me that my last five thousand
dollars that he got me to invest in his
company was worth one hundred and
fifty dollars in the market.
My remark gave Mr.. Hoag CLEAN of
pleasure.
"They are all on the make,'' he said
as I rehlled his glass with Sauterne.
"But there are some things that seem to
me impossible. How can man swindle
his triend?''
"WeN," replied gaily, ''my only care
now is that Death shall not pick my
pocket of dollar After Smiler there is
no one else to fear
Mr.. Hoag looked at me with growing
confidence and not little admiration.
81 had a FRIEND" he began, each word
held back by professional caution. sand
yet hardly like to call him friend
he was scarcely worthy Of the name.
This man some time since did service
for a lady's maid. She was large, splen-
did looking woman, with such fine
arm and Jet black eyes" Mr.. Hoag,
who was short. spare man with sandy
hair, strained himself up an inch or two
taller.
"The girl had no money! he continued
> $50 she gave my friend letter; sort of
! letter Of credit on distinguished clergy
man.
"This clergyman had been human, and
, he was glad to pay my friend for helping
him keep his secret. It wasn't much
but it was modest income.
My friend wasn't extravagant. He was
naturally a gentleman, a man of letters
! He had what you call refined tastes. He
F., enjo5ed his horse, his cigar, his cocktail
now and then he liked to bet dollar or
the ace, or see rat shaken.
One day my friend wakes up and find!
/, his property stolen-his income gone
The man of letters has become a mar
r without letters. He is ruined-ruined.'
Mr.. Hoag, with eyes empty of hope
+, looked at the sunbcams breaking through
the champagne in bis glass.
t s.What,'' asked eagerly, "was there n,
: other evidence? Was there nothing left?
7 Nothing" replied the Shadow, re
= pressing tear; nothing whatever, ex
cept the child"
, ''And that?"
! "What will a gentleman give tor hi
child without evidence to convict?" re
r turned Mr.. Hoag, whom misfortunate ha1
touched with SIX. pticism.
g "True," l said, 'the man could set hi
, own price upon the child, and your frien'
G could set his own price upon the letter
a It's what they call broken market. Blu
e could you identify the child?"
e ut is the perfect image Of its mother,
e answered the shadow.
1 "Why doesn't your friend go to tn
0 clergyman, take the child and deman'
payment? There might be some none
8 in it?''
d cit is ticklisb business. He is
s detective. It would ruin his reputation
They might accuse him Of trying to extol
It money. if he had no evidence. It is fv
years in Sing Sing. If he could only &c
> some one to act for him."
q "Some one to play the role of cats
paw said with knowing smile.
r. 1T might pay something" said tn
/ Shadow. "A third party might be abb
$ to rope himself in as the friend of tn
clergyman"
d "By Jove!' I cried, after moment
pause. :. Pm hard up. If you wi
t divide, I'll do it myself, and run tn
( risk
ST will" Mr. Hoag stretched out HI
st hand. A faint hope like the love sts
g winning out of the twilight shone in HI
u lustreless eyes.
"Who is the thief?" l asked. ssTt
r; man who stole the letter? 1t isn't tn
f man saw you talking with just now?"
is "Do you know him?" asked tt
l. shadow.
IT g have seen him often. don't kno
ID his name He lookes like clergyman
er never 20 to church,
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