, 1888-01-08

cemetery, to louder and Evelier strains of
wild Irish music than ever crazed the
heads or bedeviled the toes of lads and
lasses at a Tipperary fair p
| believe Allen Pinkerton to have been
the greatest detective who ever lived.
Aside from this distinction, he was one of
the most interesting of men, and no
writer ever had a better chance to Judge
than L. For some years L was daily in
his company, indeed in his confidential
employ, and in such capacity that there
were repeated occasions for good fellow
ship and as many for condolences and re-
miniscences. Among the countless in
cidents of his life which thus came to me,
one that impressed me more deeply than
the most thrilling of his exploits, was
one in which the pardonable vanity of
one good little woman saved her own and
her husbands life. Pinkerton never told
anybody anything by request" 1t al
ways came on impulse. We had been in
New York and Philadelphia together,
visiting Gems. Marcy and Mcclellan, Tom
Scott and others, and were returning
West over the Pennsylvania railroad. He
never dined at railway stations, but was
always provided with q well. stocked ham,
per. We>had eaten, and he had just set
tied back comfortably in his seat with a
few hearty clappings Of his hands togeth-
er ian old habit bespeaking content with
him) when we saw a bottle, carelessly
flung from a forward coach, barely Craze
a track members head. A look of indig-
nant anxiety flashed into his face, soou
giving place to a smile, and finally fol-
lowed by roar of laughter from the rug
ged old man whom it took paralysis many
long years to kill,
Il never see a bit of luck like that
without minding me of the biggest piece
of luck L ever saw" began the veteran
criminal catcher; land it happened a raw
Scotchman and his wife that [ knew.
This Scotch fool had been a Chartist; a
heart, Joan Carfrae, a bookfolder's APP
prentice, and a lass that had caught his
heart a-singing Chartist songs who mar
ried him with his head all but in the
moose; and some friends shipped them by
stealth to Quebec, he as a ships cooper
and she as a cook on the bark Kent,
April 9, 1910. On May 8 the Kent was
wrecked on Sable island, but the crew and
passengers were saved by the aid of
friendly Indians, who took everything
that came ashore. The cooper and wife
finally got from the scene of the wreck to
Fisherman's village in a small boat, and
from there by a fishing smack to Aspy
bay, where the Unicorn of Quebec
changed mails with the Brittania, one OF
the first steamers across the Atlantic.
They were helped from here to Montreal.
where the cooper got work heading beef
barrels, and the couple soon got to house
keeping famously in one room. But
members of the Coopers' Union
~confidentially told him this job
would shut down 1t a certain date; and
so he impulsiyely decided on gong to the
thriving little city Of Chicago. After
buying their tickets they had no money
left. The steamer was to leave that very
afternoon. The cooper's little bit of a
wife came and confessed that she had
crlminally ordered a bonnet at the MILL
ner's; that it could not be got for the
charges; and p~itifully pleaded that they
wait for the next boat, a week later, that
the money might be earned, and the
precious bonnet secured. The Scotch
cooper roared like a mad bull, but finally
consented. They got the bonnet; but
that husband made that wife's life little
short of a hell, tilr'-and here Plnkcrton
roared the startled passengers u of
their dozings-"news came in a few days
that the boat they would have taken,
had it not been for that lucky bonnet,
blew up and every soul on board was lost!
Il tell you that little ng-singing wife
has had her way about bonnets ever
%since!' chuckled Pinkerton. For that
little Edinburg girl was my Joan!-and
that fool cooper that ran away from the
the queens officers was mel
The general impression prevails that
Grand Army posts are pitifully impover-
ished affairs. | have many in mind that
are not. here at the famous manu-
featuring town of Lynn, the Grand Army
post is one of the richest social and fra
ternal organizations in Massachusetts. Its
trustees hold over 800, 900 worth of pro-
perry, about 800, 900 of which is in city
property and buildings. 1t has some
thing else to be proud Of. The eminent
statesman and literalor, Henry Cabot
lodge, is one OF its members, and two
others, Richard Alley and the majestic,
handsome policeman at the Boston Il
Maine depot, were the first two Union
soldiers who ever did any manner of pick
ct duty in the wal of the rebellion.
Storms along IN e believing coast have
been fierce and cruel of late. At these
times | fancy business at the dreary old
junk shops looks up a bit. The places
have a weird fascination for me, and the
hotsam and jetsam piled within the dank
dens seem at times possessed of grewsOmc
presence and garrulousness. None more
so than
BROKEN ANCHORS.
Where the junk shops shadows sleep,
And the spiders brood and spin,
Broken anchors rusting lie
with the wreckage Of the deep.
Silent here the streets loud din
Silent here the roar of sea
But uprtse strange wraiths to me,
And imploring voices cry
or ct Ii . liz md rtIst mud mold Z