The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1884-10-24

missed DAY at the trial. Inc duck IN
the dock he'd drowned his wife in the
hoss-p pond an then chopped her up and
shipped her South by freight, labe Cd
picked pork. You remember the case.
No? That's singular. You see. he
tried the 'motIonal SANITY dodge, but
wudn't work. There wuz two niggers
on the jury. an they's allus fur hangin'
on central principles, an they hung
i'm.
Zone day while l wuz wa tin fur
Joe at the Central sauntered into the
inner Office. whar what they cal the
Rogues Gallery Is. Besides the ugly
mugs on the walls there WIZ abo a
dozen albums with fortigraffs of all the
bigges' scounrels IN the couniry-from
Philadelfy, New Orlins, Chicago an all
the cities. The minute they kclch 4
raskil they take his pi tur and scatter
it round. He sens out his keertis, rs il
were. They do it cos fellers like that
don't have no home or is just as much
ut home in one place as tother.
swell, got TO turnin' them albams
over, lookin' at the ugly mugs of them
native and furrin scalawa s, till ut last
l got foolin' with the Chicago Keep
sake, an rare collection it wuz, you
bet. Suddenly l came across q face l
seemed to know, but couldn't remem-
Der where. A stout. barly brute in q
convict suit. He had fought lie mad
when they wanted his pictur' and three
turkeys wuz holdin' on to i'm. His
face wuz all screwed up to one side to
Spite the likeness, but what made me
feel sort o. interested wuz tat this
rooster he'd only one eye.
That was it-This one eve seemed
to glow on me ez / looS'd at it. The
whole thing sort o. dawn'd on me.
This face and the one had seen on the
sleeper belonged to the same identical
Teller.
when Joe cum in never let on,
but after turnin' the album o or for
awhile and gettin' i'm to tell the stories
of two or three of the boss blaggards in
it, l came sort of accidental-like to my
man-and wanted to know who he was.
".Him?' says Joe. why that's one
eyed Mike, safe blower an confidence
mamie was = daisy at his bizness
wuz.'
".Where is he now?'
Joe turned his thumb down ard to
the floor.
..Dead?'
''Joe nodded.
".Hox did he dep says /, my curl
osity bein' worked up.
s.. In q strange Kind o. way saws
Joe. you see, Mike had struck the
President of Pittsburgh bank fur a
sachel with twelve thousan' dollars in
it. Billy Hall, one Of our men, cor
nered him ON the train jess the other
side of Altoona. Mike and he had q
tussle, an billy shot i'm twice, one
ball goin' through his lungs. He only
lived few hours aud they buried i'm
quietly at Cresson.'
- AT Cresson:' says /, struck all Of .
heap.
Yes; an most sing lar. of all. the
twelve thousan' dollars in the sachel
never turned up, though they O. Tered
twenty-five hundred reward for it.
Pretty hard on Billy
Eyes. said i. not thinkin' much OF
what / was sayin', and then tried to
talk Of somethin' else. I was afraid
ice. who wuz as.sharp ez . needle.
would ketch on to my interest in the
case and worm it all out o. me. l
hedn't told it to ivin' soul. COZ I'm .
shrinkin', sensitive natur', an afraid o.
ridicule. but / swore that the next
time bizness called me West l would
work the matter up.
/" The opportunity came afore l
forget to stop at Altoona and take tho
l.. L. a. IL
mornin'.
II found the place the ghost p'mted
out an hunted aroun' for two or three
hours without findin' thing. 1t struck
me men must be rs big liars in the other
world Is they are in this. l wuz dis
gusted.
'',itting down on the edge of the rail.
way embankment with NV legs q
hangin' over, cussed myself for being
such fool rs TO place any dependence
on . burglars ghost, when, lookin'
down at my feet, saw under . loose
stone that had rolled down the ragged
end Of . ~orn-out trunk-strap. I sup
posed it wuz jess an old piece of strap
that he'd bin chucked ont o. the bag
gage car Of sum passin' train. There
the darn'd thing wuz. ye see, jess the
little bit Of . tip end stickin' out.
II couldn't for the life o. me tell you
why, but sum sort O. impulse KEEP sort
o push,n' me to pick the blamed thing
up. jumped down the embankment
and tried IL, bus it wuz sort . wcdged
under the stone an 1 couldn't bulge
it. At last took fence rail and
pricd the stone out an then saw
somethin' that acterly took my breath
away.
.Mhat was it? Why, black satch-
81. that's whxs it was. an praps you
think I'm liar if / tell you that there
wuz twelve thousan' dollars lawful
money q the United States inside It.
''Weil, l got the reward an sent fiva
hundred Of it to the ghosts widder. .
decent woman, who's heart he bruck,
an she set up little thread an needle
store on Ann street with the money.
felt obicegod to do that after tho han
sum manner the ghost behaved. An
Rickettss Oh, yes-yOu Jess ask Joe
Ricketts, who gave i'm the fust-class, A
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