Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-03-29

you think 2" she replied.
'oh, guess not; it was -"
''But, anyhow, let me at least thank
you little Bit"
A pleasant chat followed. They walked
together quite q distance, and finally
separated at Fourth and Central avenue,
but not before he had seen her in a yel-
low car and had received q dainty card
from the fair stranger, bestowed with a
rsvishing smile. Tipping his hat he
started in the direction of his hotel,
there to finish his cigar and pre-
pare for the table, when he was accosted
with:
''Will you oblige me with a light,
pleaseY'. The gentleman, for he was
dressed like one, got the light, of course,
and returned the cigar with a graceful
curve of the wrist, looked into the face
of the stranger, and said in a surprised
tone:
"By George. It's not possible this is
my old friend, Major Dusenberryy"
''Not much," said the stranger, cool as
an iceburg.
'Well, do you know, sir, that would
have bet horse that you were my friend,
Major Dusenbery, of Falmouth, Kyl It's
another queer case of mistaken identity,
as sure's you live.
at is strange. Now Pm often mis-
taken that way myself, and if I did not
know that Handsome Charley was in
the penitentiary, I'd swear you were he. "
The nice gentleman friend of Major
Dusenbery smiled uneasily, turned to-
wards Plum street, and said good bye"
in very cheerful way, indeed.
The stranger merely mused:
"Bunko's slick game, but I'd rather
be robbed at poker.
In another minute the stranger had en-
tered the Hotel. He registered,
unslung his sachel, and then made
straight for the bar, where he finished
two more whisky-sours. At the cigar
stand he inquired as to the plays at the
different theaters, and, having walked
around the magnificent rotunda, finally
bought two tickets for ''She,' paying the
money out of roll of generous dimen-
sions. Stepping into the reading room,
he gazed for while on the throng as it
passed both ways on Central avenue,
and, getting tired of this, sat down and
wrote note, in the meantime glancing
several times at card which he took
from his vest pocket. The note finished,
the stranger had a District Telegraph
messenger called, and counseling haste,
sent it away by the boy who answered
the summons. Then he went to supper
and got away with hearty meal. AS he
stood near the clerks desk scanning the
register he was handed sweetly-scented
missive. The next half hour was spent
in the barber shop. At 1880 o'clock our
stranger was being whirled towards the
West End in one of poor Pat O'Hern's
cabs, the flower in the button-hole of his
coat looking as fresh as though it had
but just left it's native stem.
The big-faced clock on the Carlisle
building was on the point of indicating
o'clock A. NJ. when a well dressed
stranger, with troubled look and a
wilted boutenneire dangling from his
coat, stepped into the Western Union
Telegraph office at Fourth and Vine, and,
picking out full rate message blank,
wrote dispatch and passed it into the
night receiving clerk. The clerk read it
aloud, mechanically:
'CINCINNATI, o., March 10, 1885,
ITO William G. johnson, Cashier Springfield
National Bank:
''Telegraph ma credit for fifteen hundred
dollars to Hotel Had my pocket
picked. JEREMIAH JIMPSON."
Fourteen words; sixty Gently, please
Thanks
'Shove it right out please. want to
hear from him the first thing in the
morning." quietly but earnestly MUIR
INJURED the stranger
''All right. Goes right away"
''Much obliged"
In the next days Sunday Enquirer,
| under the head of amusements, in the
doubleleaded matter, signed by "Ah
There" was found the following neat
personal" in ''Footlight Flashes:'
"There sat in the bald head row at
the Peoples last night, handsome
Estelle De La Court, better known to
Larry Hazens detective force as Lady
Mary, the panelworker. Her elderly
and infatuated escort had the air of a
country broker Up to the time of our
going to press Chief Deitsch has had no
intimation of a fresh panel robbery.
Perhaps the non bipartisan police are not
| fly enough yet to catch on. ="