Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-10-22

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Yes. sir, But you have the start OF
mel have not the honor Of your nc
Quaintance,
MY name Is Mclntyre, Henry Nc
Intyrc, of New York
'Be seated Mr., Mcintyre, May ]
know the object Of your visit 7
Yes, SIR You are my prisoner
| am detective officer, aud arrest
you for passing counterfeit money
bank bills,
Arrest me, that isa good joke -
Arrest me = Really, 'am honored |!
DO resemble q countoriciter--a
sporting man of that s'amp''
No, sir, you do not, and that is tho
reason why ! arrest you, You were
in New York yeslerday-bought q
diamond ring
No, SIR F; | did not
Were at the Astor House
No, sir never stop there was not
there yesterday.
win you show me the way to your
dining room 7
Certainly, as | am your prisoner,
and you arc doubtless armed
Ycs, sir, we'll armed, as you will
see. Proceed.
At the table l found his wife, n
beautiful young woman not to exceed
twenty years. Her hair was black as
ljct, and her dress bespoke wealth.
On q stand near the window were
three books-a giIt-edgo prayer'book,
brown velvet binding, aud two beauti.
full Annuals,' or holiday gifts. On
the floor by the stand was piece of
brown wrapping paper just from the
books.
you purchased these in New York
yesterday, at Appleton's?
Il did and paid for them.'
His wife at this moment LETT the
room. Hooked at my watch. 1t was
fifteen minutes past ten o'clock. l
told the Sheriff, whom ! had seen, to
come at half:past ten if were not at
the hotel by that time. In twenty
five minutes he would be here.
In a few moments his wife returned.
| noticed look of under-meaning
pass between them, but no one said q
word. was sure | had my mau.-
After his wife had returned, he intro
duced me to her, and said:
My dear, is not this ludicrous p
This gentleman is from New York
has arrested me for passing counter
felt money. Did you ever hear such
nonsense 2
Never! But you are joking. Ar
rest you? I'd as soon expect to see
my dear father arrested
Turning to me, she continued
you have not arrested him, have
you 2
Yes, madam, he is my prisoner
You have no proof.
Suspicion, madam. l believe your
husband is a dealer in counterfeit mon
ey, and I believe he has quantity OF
it in this house. And I request you
not to leave this room till l have
searched the house, or I will he oblig.
ed to arrest yo1.'
Counterfeit money! The idea is
too ABSURD. You are welcome to look
the house all over a dozen times. 1t
you do not find it, OF course you Will
apologize and release us-your prison.
ers.
And she bowed as if in mockery.-
By this time the Sheriff rang at the
door and was admitted. Explaining
to him in brief, and leaving Mr..
Champion in his charge, with the wife
to see that took nothing I was not
entitled to, l began search of the
house. Up stairs and down. In this
closet and that. In this room aud
that.
AT last l entered the family bed
room. A perfect ooudoir. There
were pictures, vases, statuetes, etc., in
endless profusion. But no money or
imitation thereof. Then l vent into
the bathroom the furniture of which
consisted of two large Kehoe clubs
for gymnastic practice, boot-jack,
little closet for waste paper, odds and
ends. A broom stood in one corner
of the room, large body-sponge hung
on a nail over the bath.tub, while
from the open window one could look
out and down upon the wood shed.
1 hunted everywhere, but to no pur-
pose. At last l was reluctantly com.
PEELED to give up the search, and with