New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-11-10
TRIBUNE SUNDAY NOVEMBER se-rwENrY

n specia lob: he was attendant TO the insane son
of a man of rank; he stayed there, married
servant in the family and when the patient died,
out of gratitude for the care I've TOOK OF his son,
the gentleman settled 1000 pounds On old Day.
Old Day lived on that fifty pounds year, and
his savings Mrs Day died, and the old fellow,
being alone with his girl, took me TO i've with
them as watchdog, as | have related. Now old
Day had one great friend, old Stewart Old
Stewart was an attendant at large private
asylum in the environs of London. Whenever old
Stewart had an hour or two TO spare he would
come and sit and smoke with his old cOmrade
Day-be was very fond Of old Day, he was, very
fond but he also fond OF Annie, and he
fifty if he was a day. didn't like old Stewart
but / took care not to show 1t, and L took care
not to seem Jealous of him, but l was for all
that.
In those days used to study French. thought
it might get me ON in the force, and / worked
hard at it, ] sat porting over my grammar in old
Days room, when who should come in but Stewart
/ wished him good evening, but L returned to my
work. and elbows the table, l ground away
at my verbs.
I thought of Stewart and Annie. Stewards
presence seemed to annoy me. | could not con-
ccentrate my attention; involuntarily began to
listen to their talk as usual about the estab-
lishment,' they called 10
New boarders yesterday said Stewart-they
never called them madmen but boarders"
Bad casep" said old Day.
"Um," said Stewart; curious case: he beats
| me, the fellow does I've been on ASYLUM work
man and boy, this thirty-three year. and he's the
first boarder l ever see as liked it-and he does,
he likes it,"
Likes it," said old Day as if he was being
chafied; you don't say thatP"
" / do though" said Stewart that's lust il
he likes It There weren't no fuss at ali when
the Winker' comes in" q noticed they mostly
had ncknam for their patients which they used
once says he quite quiet like. 4 thinl, I'll
go, to bed at once Are you keeper says he
sS SnoY me M ny rho room I'm an attendant sir
me little wink. l marches him off into one
Of our doubles meaning a double-bedded
room las per usual. IN valet
as CUCUMBER, tipping me another wink: however,
there stood, awaiting on him, and feeling
each Of his pockets for knives and such like.
and as he jumps into bed. without a.saying Of
his prayers, says to myself. You won't be here
| long, young fellow
What are You taking my clothes for?n
Taking TO BRUSH says L
cool S SeS to6 SG says me- with another wn-that
!. GOOD night, Sir, says |.
" And five minutes after, when come back, he
was as sound as house.
" Rum case" said Day.
- believe you" said old Stewart az goes
IN to the doctor for my Instructions Safe in bed
SIR says I.
1 suppose I'd better sleep in his room sir p"
oh no; quite needless said he, taking
me az OF heap; he's chronic case.
About his things. sir? said l.
On, he can retain tlefn, said he. in his stand
off way. You might have knocked me down
with feather, Day"
/ heard more I didn't listen: their talk
didn't interest me. Stewart left after supper.
Many of these chats took place between Day
and Stewart OF an evening Gradually dropped
into their conversation unawares: there was no
secrecy; the two men seemed al Ioggerheads about
one of the patients: Stewart stoutH maintained
that one of the " boarders" at Selby House was
sane Old Day laughed at him.
lone would think we were in the old times
Stewart. And the man attempts escape and
seems comfortable, and is sane-pooh,"
:" The Winker's sane | am. Jack" sulkily
| asserted Stewart. and what's more, the doctor
and the prop had words about him the other day"
by the prop he meant the proprietor, who was
not a doctor at all, as he told us. The two old
fellows wrangled the pros and cons of the
matter till supper time.
" BY the way. found locket. Annie, to-day"
said Stewart to my Annie didn't like his calling
her Annie, but he was an old man. and presumed
on it ~, H. o, G., o,aos md
he drew from his pocket battered silver lOclet.
In it two colored portraits, old lady with
little old.fashioned curis at her temples on one
side, the portrait of handsome boy with curling
hair the other. ] looked at him with interest.
seemed to have seen his face before but couldn't
recall it.
1t won't be long, before it's claimed said
Stewart, d" and the find will not be worth much to
me. | expect it belongs TO one of boarderS
What's it worth, sergeant?" said he, passing it
"a matter of five shillings; should say"
weighing 1t in my palm. And noticed that on
IL y. V.
side, II. s. on the other. Stewart put the old
ocRet in his pocket, and, supper over, took his
leave.
soon went to my bed. but not to sleep. The
five hundred pounds reward didn't give me much
chance of that Wanted Sigismund Hannay His
defrauded employers couldn't want their bonds
more than / wanted Sigismund Hannay and the
five hundred pounds which depended upon his
capture ! slept at last. 10 dream that I had
captured him on an iceberg in the Polar seas,
and woke shiverng, to find that my struggles
with the visionary cuIprit had ended in my kicking
off my bed clothes, which accounted for the Arctic
regions
what was doing occasionally, and among the
many photos Of the wanted ones i again the
comely features OF Sigsmund Uannay. | gazed on
his face with rapt attention; in my minds eye
/ filed in the details which the photo failed to
give-the chestnut hair, the blue eyes. shall
know you when i see you, my friend" said TO
myself. Stay, there was something almost IA |
miliar about the Photographic something that
seemed familiar but ! said TO myself that |
had so often looked with longing eyes at this
photograph that it doubtless seemed an old ac-
quantance. No, Sigismund Hannay had surely
ere this cleared out of England; doubtless the
United Statesthe longed-for bourne of the hunted
English crimnal-had been reached. and SigiS- |
mund Hannay and his bonds were beyond even
the long arm Of the London police.
Next evening Stewart came in again. We played
rubber, Annie and | against the two old men
then sat down to supper, After supper Stewart
told us that he found the owner of the lockct.
And he's mean hound, is the WinlIeF 4; he says
to melt. isn't it. sergeant" said he. tossing
ii across the table to me-
III get you more than crown for It, said
/. It's worth three half-crowns as old silver;
why, it's thick and heavy-vcry heavy"
Keep it and see what you can get me for It,
sergeant said Stewart. He's mean hound
wouldn't care if it was one Of the other board
ers, poor chaps they haven't any cash, save
an odd shilling or So while the 'Wfnker,' he's
piles, piles notes, too. as I'm a living man! |
What did tell you? There's a screw loose some
where, Day there's some game on. When did |
you ever see a boa rder Jack Day, with his pocket
book full of notes ?-noes Jack When did you |
ever see a boarder sep' his first nie1t alone
Alone Jack Day." cried the excited man.
Why do you call him the Winker,' Stewart% |
j asked
LIS q rnle We hive: none Of the bOarders |