The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-12-30

There was one exception, however.
"a country looking fellow, In smock
frock, and smelling of the stable,
laughed audibly when Rapine's head
sank upon the railing before him.
st turned on him with frown, but
he met my gaze with preceptlbie
giggle, as he remarked:
'ssThat fellow do have the gift O. CAB
now wonderful, doant he?
g.. He is an unfortunate victim of cir
cumstances, remarked /, in tone of
rebuke for his levity.
"sYees, he be, sure an it will go
hard WI him, Warrant, he remarked, as
he wendell his way to the Judges bench
and handed that worthy sealed note
then, with his hat in hand, waited until
his Lordship had perused it.
During all this time the unfortunate
prisoner had not lifted his head, but
kept his face hidden in his cambria
handkerchief.
slWhen the Judge had read the note
handed him by the countryman, he
held out his hand to him and shook it
warmly, to the intense surprise of all
present. what did this mean?' was my
mental inquiry.
"They conversed in low tone for
some time, and once both directed their
gaze to where / was sitting. More
mystery, / thought.
cat this moment the prisoner raised
his head and gazed mournfully around
the room, taking in the Judge and
countryman in his apparently aimless
glance. Tears were actually streaming
down his cheeks, which he brushed
away with his handkerchief. A nlurmur
of commiseration went around the room,
and all eyes were turned toward the
Judge, as if in one unanimous appeal for
mercy for the unhappy prisoner. But
the next moment murmur OF reproba-
ton rang around the room. The learned
Judge was smiling -actualiy smiling, as
if highly amused at sight of the tear
stained face of Rapine, while the low
but distinct chuckle of the countryman
was again heard.
:" His Lordship now beckoned to me to
approach. I went up to the bench, when
the Judge introduced the man to me as
Mr.. Edmund Darke, Scotland Yard de-
tective.
eve shook hands. of course. but
was still dazed, as it were. by the sud-
den change of scene Mr. Darke noticed
this, and facetiously asked:
"Be you still angry wi / for laughing
at yon knave {? nodding in the direction
of the prisoners dock.
"Knave !! echoed I, more and more
mystitied, while the worthy Judge en-
ioyed the joke, and laughed heartily.
"'Aye, knave as well as rogue
rejoined Darke, assuming his natural
manner of speech. He is the most
adroit thief in the three kingdoms, and
his talent at humbugging an audience
Judge included added he, mischiev-
ously, glancing at his Lordship, is.
scarcely exceeded by his pilfering ex-
ploits.'
60 came here to look for him, for he
is wanted in London to finish the term
he was serving in Newgate for burglary,
But thanks to you, Mr.. Oldfeld, he is
about to serve a term in Manchester
jail first. When that expires I'll be on
hand to take him on pleasure trip-not
mutual one-to Lon1ol.'
"'But the tears that we're streaming
down his face observed I. How do
You account for that =? They surely
seemed natural
Yes, natural enough, but produced
by artificial means, nevertheless, re-
joined Mr.. Darke when he wants to
do the water works game he rubs his
ovpa with n bond1yoroh;oe h. oa~,.:o.
about his person for that purpose, said
article being prepared beforehand by
being soaked with "onion juice and
carefully dried andironed.'
"'Then the sad tale he told about the
seduction of his beloved sister and her
tragic death, and the subsequent sad
end of his mother p asked I.
"All fabricated tale told for the
effect, said the Scotland Yard detective
with smile. He never had a ster,
and his mother keeps an designation
house in London, and is living to day.
He is the illegitimate son of some profit
gate nobleman, of whom he has inherit
cd his amiable traits of character
Mr.. Darke then said he would con-
vince us, and wended his way to the
prisoners dock, and reached out his
hand to him, saying:
6" Sorry to see you in limbo, jack
i" Sir exclaimed Rapine, drawing
back in evident disgust, as his eyes
roaned over the face of the seeming
countryman.
"'Ive heard your affecting speech,
Jack, the detective went on, and it
was really prime! Only one fault it
had-the whole thing was one of your
ingenious works of artful dodging.'
Who are you?' now asked the
amazed prisoner sharply scrutinizing
the man behind him.
Simply Edmund Darke, of Scot
land Yard.
Rapine started and turned red and
pale by turns, and finally broke out into
laugh and Observed
Yes, Darke; I fatter myself have
"done" the crowd, Judge, detective and
all. So you admired it, ehf'
as Immensely, was the response; and
then thief and thief taker Joined in q
quiet laugh at the humbugged assem-
blage, who had heard every word be-
tween the two men, and gave vent to
their vexation and chagrin by declaring
that hanging was too good for such
blarsted humbug.
"Rapine, OF Jack Romaine, his proper
name, only laughed in the faces of his
dupes, and good naturally kissed his
hand to his Lordship on receiving his
sentence"
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