Morning journal and courier., 1880-09-09
OFFICE 400 STATE STREET.
Price Four Gents.

for convenience will be tortured into e'Old- end, ' for he is naturally bashful about his name, not knowing how soon he may have to come back here on a similar expedition found himself 0fs-a Uts with the man for whom he had travelled so far and thought so much.
 But Briggs was voted an aWfu1ly uninteresting ''cuss, for he would not speak social word to any one in the house. He professed to be Ill, and said he had come here for his health
 merely doing little business by the way.
 This was doubtless true enough, for he had come here to escape solitary confinement He kept himself to himself, and was by no means inclined to tolerate any undue familiarities The detectives watched him closely, however
 and made numerous advances to win his friendly confidence, but each attempt was met by sullen rebuff, for Mr. 70. S. Co., burne, as Briggs was called in the house,
 was dlslncJ1ned to contract indiscriminate ae. quaintanceship. On the evening of the first day Oldend followed his man about fer some time, until weary and moody the runaway sought secluded spot in Viger Garden and sat down. Oldend, the detective, quietly saur- tered up and sat down beside him stGood evening. MT Coburne," said the detective familiarly, but with slight start Briggs cold
 ly replied to the salutation. Another persist
 ent but unsuccessful attempt to engage him in conversation ensued. It was no use Briggs
 would not talk, and OIden considered it safest { to take time to mature his plans Briggs walked off alone, looking over his shoulder to see that he was not followed The de- tective went home. Seeing that these tactics
 were failure, the detective determined upon @ bolder course, and the following evening
 boldly opened ''Coburne's'' room-whieh
 had never been entered by any of the board ers-and extending his hand said with great
 heartiness, ''How you, MT. Briggs ?''
 Briggs started up in alarm, saying: F'Sir what do you mean? How dare you come in tomy room? My name is not Briggs, sir How dare you presume, sir? ?'' Don't get excited, old fellow" answered the oily de- tective. "I'm in 6 worse fix than you are I have absconded from Boston and I hardly know what to do." In few moments from thai moment they were ''the closest friends" The detective was taken into part nership, and he and Briggs for three days carried around satchel together, selling sil- verware. Their stock gave out, and the de- tective's opportunity arrived and he conf- dentially told of friend of his near St. AL bans who was aiding him to ssmuggle over goods. In half an hours time Briggs. the shrewd swindler, was enthusiastically com mitted to the enterprise, and the next day bidding goodbye to the landlady of the house on St. Georges street, whither the detective had enticed him, they started together for St. Albans, a team being in waiting on this side to convey them over the line. As stated, the vehicle had just comfortably crossed the
 line when Sheriff Halbert, Detective Woods and men sprang from the bush by the road way and secured their man related. Our reporter called on Mrs. Moody to-day. She said the polite young stranger was the only one in the house who could speak to Mir Co., burne. Her daughter had suggested that they must be relations or very old friends.