Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-11-21

dle-even you did not lift hand to save
her"
"By heaven! Harnden, cried, chad l
been in the city and known that your
wife was in trouble or in want, I'd nave
lost my arm at the shoulder blade rather
than let her perish. 1t was no fault of
mine"
ooh, it matters not words-words are
nothing now, cried the poor, bereaved
fellow, suddenly towering before me with
blazing eyes and cloudy brows, like an
avenger of old. SAT last am alone-all
alone in the world, with every hope, ev-
cry tender feeling blasted. They have
killed my wife, Mac-my own Jenny,
who was all the world to me-and my
little child who was as innocent as the
angels in heaven. Oh, had they no mer-
cy? Could they not have spared them
and let me suffer? Listen to me, Mac,
and to what am about to swear solemn
ly before Heaven. I will have life tor
life, hunting for hunting, sleuth hound
ing for sleuth bounding so may the God
ofjustice and of vengeance help me in
my hour OF bitter need. l swear, by all
that Is sacred, to live but for one object
to tear the mask of mystery from the ma
jjor's face, and to hunt him off the face of
earth! And not him alone, but of them,
all, all, all! Not villain shall escape,
male or female. Every one of the ac-
cursed Silver Gang mother thief
of tnem-shall feel thief's power, a
thief's vengeance! 1 constitute
their Nemesis, to hunt and houn mysel
own forevermore?' d them
Harnden fairly sbrieked forth those
wild, threatening words, after which he
staggered into the chair again, breath
ing so hard and looking so white that 1
fastened into the adjoining saloon to
procure him some refreshments, fearing
turned he had partly recovered, and
gently but firmly refused glass of stimu-
liant I proffered him, the former in
diligence IN which had not little to do
with his swift descent amid crime and
sin.
1 may conclude my sketch by saying
that he has never touched drop of
liquor since, and that he fulfilled the re-
quirements of his terrible oath, wild and
futile as they seemed at the moment of
their utterance, to the very letter.
"He turned detective, then, and hunt
ed down the members of the gang, one,
by one9"
eyes, or in pairs or groups" replied
my narrator. "Of course, it was some
time, owing to his antecedents, before he
could be entrusted with regular detective
work. But it was not long before he
made himself equally admired by the
force and feared by the thieves, in an
auxiliary capacity, and when he was re-
gularly commissioned as detective, the
cold blooded, patient, relentless and syste-
matte tenacity and persistence with
which he began to hunt down, entrap,
inveigle and pick off the members of that
gang, was a caution"
land the maior?"
"Why, he was the fourth or fifth that
Harnden disposed of, by strange and
exciting strategem, an account of which
would make a capital sensational story
IN itself. His arrest, unmasking and
exposure was one Of the newspaper hits
of three years ago. He turned out to be
a big gun named Monteith, who, while
planning robberies in secret for long
time had been living at the best hotels,
which probably afforded him ample OPP
portunlties for connecting the long series
of burglaries which he planned for his
subordinates to execute. He was sent
up for twenty years, chiefly upon Harm
denis testimony, and died miserably IN
prison. of pneumonia. contracted by the
quarries, only short time ago.
"And the tive thieves convicted the
other day were, then, the last of these
banded criminals?"
eyes; Harnden has only been five
years in pursuing the gang, often at the
eminent risk of his life, and numerous
and powerful as they were, not one of
them remains to-day to curse our COM
munity. Either dead, fugitive, Or with
in prison. walls, they have all disappear
ed, thanks to the piteous event that trans
formed thief into an honest man, and
brought about the making of the ode
tective's Oath"