The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-06-22

Inls was accompanied 10y the exhibition
of a clenched fist in close proximity to
Vernoe's olfactory organ
A smile OF mingled scorn and pity
rested for moment on the lips of the
detective, which gave place to frown
when the man made the movement as IL
to strike.
Look you, George Hanold," observ-
ed Vsrnoe, In cold tones, keeping
wary eye on the fellow, "if you are
wise you will drop this thing at once"
" Curse you for a meddllng fool ~
cried the other furlously, " III drop you
first" and he lunged out savagely.
The detective warded off the intended
blow, then seized Hanold's two wrists,
pinioned him against the wall, and thus
addressed him:
See here, my pugnacious bantam,
unless you abandon all further preten-
sions to the dead man g name, you are
my prisoner. Do you understand? L
am Varnoe, the detective, sent here to
look into this matter. / have sufficient
proof to condemn you and send you to
the penitentiary for attempted fraud;
but Mrs. Kimball desires me to persuade
you to let the matter drop and go your
way. Should you refuse this, am to
take you into custody at once. Decide
quicklyl"
Hanold spoke not word, but sud-
denly attempted to trip Varnoe, but
that was thing easier in conception
than execution. The detective was all
eyes, as 1t were, and detected the move
ment at once. To avoid losing his
equilibrium he released his hold, and
once more the now desperate fellow
attempted to fell him with a blow.
Varnoe now warmed to his work; he
turned the blow aside with his right and
let fly the left. No man had yet been
able to Withstand that terrible blow
and Hanold acknowledged its crushing
power by most ungraceful movement,
to wit turning backward somersault,
and reclining on his back directly after
wards. When he opened his eyes they
wore look of wonder. His wrists
were encircled by neat pair of polished
steel bracelets, and the detective stood
leaning against the doorjamb, with a
pleasant smile upon his face.
The belligerent fellow was entirely
subdued, which he eloquently expressed
by saying:
"Well, old fellow, cave You are
figure above me. l played a high
game and was euchered. You held the
best hand"
Then, after a pause, serious turn
took possession of him, and his face
wore an alarmed expression as he OBJ
served:
"But hope you won't charge me
with killing Kimball I'm none of
the best of fellows, l own, but by - L
had nothing to do with his death
he fell from the tree while I was be-
low."
" Rest easy on that, my man." replied
Varnoe, with commiseration for the
foiled imposter. "No one accuses you
of harming him, and had you needed
my advice you would now be at lib
erty."
6 Well, let up on me-" said he, ap-
pealingly, "and swear I'll git Come
now, will you ?'
&C / must at least take you to the lock-
up until after Mrs. Kimball is more
composed, so that may consult with
her. In day or two L may be able to
inform you what her decision is," re-
Joined Vernoe.
His prisoner submitted to what he
could not well avoid, and was accord
ly locked up.
In the examination that followed,
Hanold made the subjoined confession:
He had met Kimball in New York,
and this is how it happened: He had
been to a photographers to have a
picture taken. While the operator was
making preparations for the process,
Hanold whiled away the time by look
ing at the specimens of the photograph
er's art. Among them he saw the
picture of man who so closely resem-
bled himself that his own likeness could
not look more like him. He resolved
to hunt up this man, without any other
object than merely to see him and ascer-
tain who he was-thinking it probable
that he was relative. He asked the
artist if he knew his name, and where
he could be found. The man looked at
him, then again at the picture, and,
without at once answering the others
question, asked him If he was not a
brother to this man. Hanold, who