The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1883-11-09

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security in its pages made him pensive
as well as Indifferent, and caused him to
saunter. As he reached the Twenty.
third street corner the young woman,
who had hesitated and finally stopped,
approached him and said:
Excuse me for troubling you. sir; hut
might ask you to do me q slight Iavor?"
The reporter lifed his hat and uncon.
sciously remarked: "You might, but I
warn you in advance am not connected
with that paper which boasts Of the
pie" ~ ~
The petite woman looked up, and with
somewhat peculiar smile. said: "But
I didn't think you were a Police Gazette
reporter" The young reporter felt re-
lieved, and willingly offered his services
in the execution of any commission that
might be given him. Daintily-gloved
fingers dropped dime into tho hand of
the reporter as the woman said: Twill
you step to the newsstand in the Fifth
Avenue Hotel and get me a copy of the
Hotel Reporter of this morning? II will
cost ten cents. 1t is high-priced, and
contains little that one wants to read;
but, unlike any other paper, it is useful
for my purposes"
The request was an unusual one. The
speaker was bright and intelligent, a
woman whose manner betOkened some
thing Of refinement. There was, too,
something in her manner which seemed
familiar TO the Times man, and which
made him involuntaIily think of his
New England home. AS the imprOmptu
messenger went into the hotel he met
Detective Pryor, who said, "Be little
careful, my boy, she's a shrewd one."
"Who is she, and for what does she
want to see Hotel Rsporter?"
ASK her; perhaps she'll tell you.
Then 60 ask Hungry Joe" what he docs
for q living. He'll tell you too"
The "Gp" was sufficient. Might it not
he worked successfully for u solution of
the strange commission. The familiar
face and voice haunted the reporter as
he went down the corridor to the news
stand. The picture of little school
house in busy Connecticut town haun-
ted him, and the central figure of the
picture was the face of the little woman
outside. 1t was younger, fresher, less
carevorn. Yet it was the same. There
was the same music in the voice, the
same color in the eye. The child, de.
veloped into the woman, would be like
that woman on the sidewalk. The
name came back, too. But Ut was that
of an old playmate, the daughter of a
prominent manufacturer. Could the
two be identical?
| '.Your commission is fulfilled. Here ia
| your paper, Miss Blank"
The experiment was successful, the eff
feet electrical. The little woman started
name was an uncommon one.
Il SsI1N Hyn,, knnSzy mo thonp Tho 0stk1o
| woman looked at her inquisitor. sit il
fifteen, yes twenty years, since saw
YOU, if you are, as I suppose you Ia
be-" The little woman had called the
questi0ner by his correct Christian name
and surname. The identity of both be.
ing established and acknowledged, the
little woman said: "Let rs walk
down street; some one might over.
hear or observe M"
\ 1T is lunch.time. Let US 60 and get
luncheon, and then tell me why you
wanted copy of the Hotel Reporter, il
you can crafty my curiosity" The sug.
gestion was the reporters. Seated at
the table In cozy corner, the waiter
having been induced to make himself
agreeable by watching,the demolition oil
the meal from distance, the little
woman related her story. It was q rev
/ citation OF q phase of life which attaches
to great cities only. It was
the story of an adventures.
Its peculiarities are known to
the detectives, to the victims, to the
l people of the class to which the little
woman belonged, but not to the public
at large, who are told in the newspapers
only Of the successes of the male half oil
| this class. The preface of her story was
the sad one which belongs to the life Of
80 many hundred women. 1t is old,
often taught is never learned
save by experience. It was that of a
beautiful girl, highly educated. There
was q summer filtration with chance
acquaintance. True love was an element
IN this one. IT has remained one
through many years. Though the young
man was graduate of Harvard, con-
nected with one of Boston's best iamil-
les and with some little fortune, her
parents opposed the marriage. which
took place clandestinely. He became i
gambler. Dropping name and associates.
he went west, failed to retrieve his for
tunes IN legitimate business, and became
professional gambler. A few years
ago no made New York his home. The
vile had been pressed into service rs
MS assistant in the west, first az hostess
al MS establishment, where her quiet,
iady-like WAYS, her vivacious converse.
ton and ready wit served to lessen the
sung OF the IosseE sustained by victims,
particularly when she dealt the cards at
the iaro'table or took hand at poker,
casino or cribbage. Her ten years OF
married life and the life of gambler
nave not materially lessened the charms
of the little Connecticut woman. and
she counts her victims with tens where
her husband counts his with units.
The Hotel Reporter serves us in lieu
Of .cappers,' said the little woman,
There is no division of pr fits with the
publishers. DO you never meet Rentl =
men at the hotels who receive myste.
fious letters from unknown correspon.
deptsf They are always written on ma
tertals OF the finest, couched In language
not only polite, bnt sufficiently familiar
to induce the recipient to conclude he
knows the sender, though he il wholly
unacQuainted. They often take the
shape Of invitations TO dinner, to a the.
ater party, or, il an inspection Of the
person warrants it, to clandestine
meeting. In the last named case they
are signed by my own or my assumed
name. These are addressed only to
e1nn men ~ think know mo BY reason
Of chance meetines In cities where i |
have lived and who do not know nv
business. Every man 10 more or Les
IuseepHble and wicked, and u lesiH-
mase rams 70 such as /. = {. -
lyon sp0 sof m inspection warrant.
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