Connecticut western news., 1883-07-04
VOL. XIII.

and lucky Pat went quietly to sleep.
 He awoke in broad daylight, ant strolled back into the town. He walked jauntily, for, if he had no money, h, possessed Q secret He was too Irisl and too sly to go to the police office 8 once; his little game was to try and fint out who had been robbed, and what re ward they would give.
 Meanwhile he had to breakfast off { stale roll given him by baker out O charity. About noon he passed through a principal street, and To {! in silver smiths shop was 8 notice, written very large:
 THIRTY GUINEAS REWARD
 Whereas, these premises were broken into last night, and the following valu- able property abstracted-'
 Then followed an inventory a foot long.
 '"The above reward will be paid to any person who will give such information as may lead to the conviction of the thieves and the recovery of the stolen goods, or any considerable part thereof. '
 Patrick walked in and asked to see the proprietor. A little fussy man in great state of agitation responded to that query.
 'Are you in earnest now, SOFT ?" asked Pat.
 'sIn earnest Of course am.''
 "What if dacent poor boy like me was to find you the silver and thieves and all ?''
 "Td give you the thirty guineas, and my blessing into the bargain"
 Maybe ye wouldn't like to give me my dinner an all, by raison I'm just amishing with hunger?"
 This proposal raised suspicion, and the proprietor asked his name.
 't Patrick O'Raferty. I'm tenant to Squire Ormsby"
 II know him. We'll, Patrick, sup pose you can give me some information. I'll risk the dinner, anyway"
 "Ah, well, SOFT, said Patrick, s'they say fling sprat to catch 8 whale A rump-steak and quart of ale is favorite repast of mine when I have had 'en. I'll arn 'em, by the holy poker p
 "Step into my back parlor, MT. O'Raf ferty, said the silversmith. =.
 He then sent for the rump-steak very loud. and for policeman ill a whisper.
 The steak came first, and was most welcome. When he had eaten it the modest O'Rafferty asked for pipe and pot.
 Whilst he smoked and slipped calmly the disguised policeman arrived, and was asked to examine him threteh-a little window.
 "Does he look like crime ?' whispered the silversmith.
 ''No," said the policeman. '.Calf-ike innoPence and impudence galor.'
 TEe jeweler asked O'Raferty to step out. 'Now, sir," said he, 'you have had your dinner, and I don't grudge it you; but if this is jest, let it end here, for am in sore trouble, and it would be heartless thing to play on me-
 "Och,. hear to him p cried Patrick, with whine as doleful as sudden. ''Did iver an O'Raferty make jist of an honest mans trouble, or ate male off his losses? But what is hungry man worth? I could not see how to do your work while I was famished, but now my belly is full, and my head fuller, glory be to God!'
 ''I don't know how it is, said the jew eler, aside to the detective. Che tells me nothing, and yet somehow he gives me confidence. But, MT. O'Rafferty, do con- slider; time flies, and I'm no nearer my stolen goods. What is the first step we are to take?''
 'The first step was to fill my belly; the next step is to find me-och, mur- ther, it is a rarity "Never mind" said the disguised off cer. "Find you what?"
 "A poiceman-thati isn't fool.'' This was stinger, and so sudden; his hearers looked rather sheepish at him. It was the policeman who answered..
 eff you will come to the station, will undertake to find you that"
 Patrick assented, and on the way they made friends; his companion revealed himself, and forgave the stinger, and Patrick pleased with his good temper, let him into the plan he had matured 1 while smoking his pipe and appearing to lose time. All Patrick stipulated was that he himself should be the person in commanb; and as he alone knew. where the booty was, and was manifestly as crafty as badger, this was cheerfully acceded to. So, an hour before dusk, four fellows that looked like countrymen drove cart full of straw up to the hovel, and made big heap by adding it to what was there already.
 Then two drove the cart back to the edge of the town, and put the horse up, and rejoined their companions in ambush, all but one, and he hid in dry ditch op- posite. They were all armed, and the outside watcher had novel weapon-a powerful blue light in the shape of fat squib.
 It is dreary business waiting at night for criminals who may not come at all, or, if they do, may be desperate, and fight like madmen or wildcats.
 Eight clock came-nine-ten -ten-eleven the watchers were chilled and stiff, and Patrick sleepy.
 One of the policemen whispered to him: ''They won't come tonight. Are you sure they have not been and taken up the swag?"