The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-06-08

than necessary. Well, what's the hard
est place for us to track them in p
London. And what's the easiest place
for them to get on sea from Y-London.
Then, naturally enough, to London
they'll want to go. Isn't this fast
train, and shouldn't you choose fast
train If you were running away from
the police y'
didn't tell him what sort of train
should choose, because / hadn't quite
made up my mind; and he was looking
cross enough for anything in that last
glimpse caught of him.
Having nothing better to DOL wonder
ed good deal how these thieves could
arrange their getting away while the
walls were covered with "a description of
them, and every official on the line was
booked up in It, There was no doubt about
their being three very dexterous knaves;
but then our detective force was very
dexterous, too, though they weren't
knaves land do believe the greater dex-
terity is generally on the knavish side y
and SO 1t was odd that the description
still was ineffective, and the offered re-
ward unclaimed. L read over and over
again the bill in my pocket which de-
scribed the robbers Edward Capron,
alias Captain Walker, alias John Pear
son, alias DR.. Crow; thick-set active
man, of middle height, and about so
years of age, with thick iron-gray hair
and whiskers, dark gray eyes, and an
aquiline nose. Mary Capron, his wife,
tall woman of 40, with handsome
fair face, quantity of very red hair,
and cut across her under lip. Edward
Capron their son, slightly-built youth
of not more than 10 or 16' Though, for
the matter of that, 1 think he might
had cunning enough for twice his age)
with closely-cut black hair, light gray
eyes and delicate features"
We all knew this description well
enough, and for two days had kept our
eyes open, hoping to identify them
among the passengers. But our scru-
tiny had all been in vain and as the
train rushed on 1 felt how disappointed
the police at Euston would be when we
arrived again without even tidings of
them.
I was soon tired of this subject, and
went back to worrying myself about the
sad-looking yellow-haired girl who had
so evidently wished to travel alone, and
had been so successfully foiled in the at
tempt by that intrusive fop with the
handsome beard. Foolishly / kept on
thinking of her, until, as we were DASH
ing almost like lightning through the
wind and darkness, only fifteen or twen-
ty minutes from Chalk Farm, the bell
in my van rang out with q sharp and
sudden summons. 1 never wondered
for moment who had pulled the cord.
Instinctively knew, and-it was the
carriage farthest from my van. l left
my place almost breathlessly as the en-.
gine slackened speed, and Fastening
along the foot board, hesitated at no
window until L reached the one from
which l felt quite sure that a frightened
young face would be looking out. My
heart literally beat in dread as 1 stop.
ped and looked out into the carriage
What did see Only the two passen-
gers buried in their separate Corners
The young lady raised her head from
the book she held, and looked up at me
astonished-chlldishly and wonderingly
astonished.
Has anything happened to the
train ?' she asked timidly.
The gentleman reused himself leisure
ly from seemingly snug nap. What
on earth has stopped US on in this hole?'
he said, rising, and pushing his hand
some face and his long beard past me at
the window.
1t was only too evident that the alarm
had not been given from this carriage
yet the feeling had been such certain
ty to me that it was long before 1 felt
convinced to the contrary and went
on along the footboard to the other car
riages very much more slowly than 1
had gone to the first one. Utter dark
ness surrounded US outside, but from the
lamp lit compartments eager heads were
thrust; searching for the reasons of
this unexpected stoppage. No one
owned to have summoned me until
reached the second. class carriage near
my own van (which had hastened past
before), where the fidgetty, deaf old lady
who had amused me at Rugby sat alone.