The Red Cloud chief., 1889-07-12

In Al instant more . pair Of hand
cuff: we're on his wrists.
The clothing clerks gathered around
him A patriarch with q flowing white
beard. who would have done for Moses
in a tableau. but who w2s really the
proprietor Of the place. joined the
group.
Venerable sir.~ cried Mr.. Rufus.
don't see me murdered before your
eyes. I'm Job Rufus. of Rufustown-
I've been robbed already. Mercy!
Help
But all the patriarch did vas 10 in
quire of one OF the two desperadoes:
What's he done:3'
"A bank was the last thing" said
the man who had Grst spoken I've
been on his track a week. I'm Detec-
tive Burke
And Mr.. Rnfus was hustled into a
cab. He was beginning TO understand
that a mistake had been made. and
| though furious. was no longer terrified.
who do you think / am" he in
ouired. ove his handouts, Of Detective
Burke.
~. CANNON replied that gentle
man. There isn't a suit like that in
New York nor q hat"
Il doubt if there is. SIR" replied
Mr.. Rufus, quite calmly.
Shortly after. in some stronghold of
the Law, he discovered that he was sup
posed to be one Knowing Bill. of Balti-
more; that Detective Burke had never
seen his face. but had followed the hat
and overcoas from description. and de-
spite his wrath and the niseriss Of q
day and night passed in durance vile.
it was a Joy to him when at last he
heard a portly. white-haired gentleman
remark:
Detective Burke. you are an idiot
| Couldn't you see that this gentleman's
story was true? knowing Bill has
changed Clothes with him in the bath
rooms. and 80 euded you. Why. the
fellow is twenky-eight, Is dark a an
Indian. and half this gentleman's age.
Very sorry. Mr.. Rufus. that this has &C.
| cured
Poor Mr.. Rufus. he uttered a furious
philippe. and afterward pinned to
gether the garments which the action
of his strong knees and elbows had al
ready ripped. and hurried down stairs.
To return to his hotel and telegraph
for money from home was his only
course. He could not take a cab. Cab
nen must be paid, and
Lord help me- said Mr.. Rufus.
i've forgotten where l stop"
Indeed. after standing on the curb
stone for half Al hour. ne found that
the name of mis- hotel was utterly gone.
He had never noticed in what street il
was located. aud only that it had an
Irish name.
The OGorman. the McManus. the
OBrieu-what was it? Alas. it was
gone.
I'm going mad" thought poor Mr..
Rufus. I'D better go home and be
locked up there"
And as he knew the way to the depot
be hurried up Broadway. the pins in
his knees flying out at every moment
and exhibiting the red flannel beneath.
his big soubrero shading his eyes. his
tight little overcoat bursting up his
back. Who would have recognized
Mr.. Job Rufus. OF Rufustown, as he
hurried into the depot9
..Well?" said the ticket clerk. peep
Jag out at the remarkable figure that
stood before his window.
I'm Job Rufus. OF Rufus Brothers.
R~ufustown." replied Mr.. Rufus. I've
been robbed. l want a ticket down
there. I'll pay at the other end"
You Will. eh?" asked the clerk.
Gel il at the other END. then"
But. sir" exclaimed Mr.. Rufus.
The window went shut IN his face.
Nj. Rufus clasped his head with both
hands What should he do2 He vent
TO the door and stood there for a mo-
ment. Suddenly his eye rested on a
sign opposite: