The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-02-27

at least aloOgside if not notch or two higher than that of tue monumepted
 dead. Only too willing to be seduced ! into anything which smacked of his pe : hobby Spikes caught eagerly at the bait FishmeFmen tell us that suckers do no bite. They are wrong. Spikes bit. He was sncker.
 Having arrived entirely alone and O course total stranger to the town and ! its people would MT. Spikes kindly lend
 her some assistance in the good work She was passing fair. Spikes was phil
 anthropist, and he accompanied her to a , hotel where she was admitted upon his recommendation without the customary "pay in advance" rule being enforced and from that time on Mrs. Major De-
 Lancey, relic of the late Major Edmund De Lancey, U s. A., did thriving busi- ness among the benevolent people ot Bay6eld. For fully week the late ma jor's relict prosecuted her work with una bated zeal, or perhaps we should have said gall, and always under Spikes con- stant and especial care. The monument fund grew rapidly, for in the sylvan shades of Bayfield,, as in many another place, many there were who. while they did not trouble themselves to seek GU, and lend aid to the needy of their owD community, freely opened their purses to this grand scheme which under the name =. ~ patriotism and benevolence promised to return their bounty in the form of no. toriety and public applause. The good book says all flesh is grass, the only diff ference being in the grade of greenness Bayfield, grass was very green. So whes the Grant Memorial Monument As. sociation, of which, be it known Mrs. Major Delaney was head, tail, skin and intestines, became sat. ished with its pickings, early in the second week it stepped aboard of south bound train and without the courteous formality of goodbye became an un. known quantity to Spikes and the other philanthropic Bay6elders who had so generously replenished its exchequer, no, even iquldating the little bill at the hotel which had been honored by its presence This might possibly have been over looked in consideration of her beauty social qualities and the exemplary nature of her mission had it not transpired that on the evening of the day following her departure quiet, unassuming gentleman made bis appearance and instituted search for one Abigail Crook, somewhat noted confidence operator, and whose description tallied exactly with that oi the charming Mrs. Major, and indeed photographs which he produced left no ground for doubt as to her identity, or certainly would have left none could the late relict have been seen divested of her wealth of false hair and numerous ar, decorations. But she was gone, ano with this our story would probably have ended had not the quiet gentleman proved to be detective who, after closer inves- tigation, deemed it his duty to arrest the great and good Spikes as an accomplice, and, to be sure, to those not intimatel, acquainted with him the conclusion did present very reasonable degree ot prob ability. The day of the trial came. Mrs. Spikes and the little nails occupied seat. at the right of the prisoner, and then and there the populace of Bayfield, observed what they had never before noticed, namely, that while Spikes was we'll dressed and bore the air of a man upor whom the cares of life rest lightly, Mrs Spikes was ill- clad and gave evidence o, unremitting labor and care. Of course there was no evidence against him be- yond the fact that he had taken the ad. venturess to his bosom, so to speak, and with the aid of good lawyer and the favorable testimony of his neighbors he was released, the judge, however, giving him piece of parting advice to the effec, that charity begins at home, and tha, when a man leaves good wife at home to worry and slave seven days cut of the week while he goes gallivanting around town squandering his money on every fool game which comes along under the suise of philanthropy, the chances are as t.n to one that he will fetch up either in the police court, the insane asylum or the peorhouse.
 To the Editor of THE ARKANsAw TRAVELLER. Not the Greateat Matters