Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-04-22

! suggested the prison step, the white
hair was premature from vice, tn,
iewelry was cheap and vulgar, anC
everything about the fellow saiC
"Crime! Criminal !" as plainly as will
words.
The stranger advanced step, smiled
and gave the password Mr.. jackson
had written about. The suspense wa.
ended. Eben sprung forward anG
warmly shook his callers hand.
In few minutes they had left the
hotel and were walking toward the
tenement-house district. A hundred
! feet behind the pair slouched a dirty
| specimen of humanity who seemed OIL
the verge of delirium tremens. This
was the "tailer," the spy who follow:
the prey and gives warning of the
police, .or assists in beating and robbine
a recalcitrant victim.
They stopped at a glaring sporting.
house on the Bowery, and drank some
vltriolic compound which chemical
genius has invented for the speedier
destruction of humanity, Eben was
talkative enough before; he now be-
came garrulous. He told his story.
hopes, and dreams to the stranger, who
seemed very friendly and sympathetic,
and then began to ask questions about
| green goods of which he was in quest.
| The messenger looked closely about
the room, as if fearful some one was
watching, and then from a capacious
/ pocket-bOok took roll of bills.
"Here are some / bought myself
last week." he said, and handed them
TO Eben. The latter took the bills,
which were crisp and clean. So far
as he could see they We're good, but,
on account of their newness, they ap-
peared suspicious to the poor farmer,
who had never seen unused currency
before. The messenger saw doubt,
and called waiter, "Please ask the
cashier TO change this twenty for me. {"
| Eben followed the waiter with his eyes,
! saw the cashier examine the bill, put it
| away, and produce the desired change.
| This almost convinced him.
''ro show how good the stuff is,'
said the messenger, " We'll pass one
in the nearest bank"
Eben was half afraid, but to bank
they went. The teller, polite, accord
ing to the time-honored etiquette of all
banks, received the experimental note
from the messenger, scarcely looked at
| it, and handed back the small bills
asked for.
Eben wanted no further evidence.
| He already saw himself the possessor
of a vast fortune. With the guide he
left the bank, and they walked rapidly
to their destination.
1t was huge building in a busy
neighborhoood, where men crowd and
| elbow one another increasingly. They
entered its main hall and came TO a
door on which the messenger knocked.
1t opened and they entered.
"A1r. Jackson, Mr.. Watts" said the
messenger. "You'll find Mr.. Watts a
very pleasant and reliable man. If
you'll excuse me, III leave and 90
downtown. Pm going to invest
SIC, 900 in Wall Street this morning,
and am behind time.
He bowed, shook hands all round,
and was gone.
Eben looked around. The room
was small and poorly furnished. A
table, two chairs, and desk comprised
the furniture. Mr.. jackson" was a
Young man, handsome, and too well
dressed. On his shirt front were three
large diamonds; on his hand two large
solitaires glittered; while locket
attached to his watchc hahn coruscated
with gems.
''Ill show YOU our goods, mister"
he said. The voice was low and pleas
ant to the ear. He opened u door of
the desk, and there lay great packages
Of paper with green edges.
"There's over a million, dear bov,"
said the confidence operator; but you
won't buy it all this time. You'll have
to work off three or four lots before
you can go that high. 1t will take
about eight months. What sizes do
you want?'
"Twos and tives, | guess, answered
the victim, palpitating with eagerness.
jackson" took down two bundles,
and handing them to his victim with
the remark, ''Count them"
They We're counted and found cor
rect. The money for them was paid
over, and " Jackson" " produced a small
valise or hand bag, in which he placed
the green goods.
" Don't open this in New York.
Wait until you are in New Jersey,
where the law is different. I'll lock
it. But where's the key? All! here
it is, on the desk"
He turned to it, so that his body
seized something, and turned around
again. He was locking the bag as he
turned. He withdrew the key, and
handed it and the bag TO his customer,
The latter was now only too anxious to
leave. He wanted to cross the ferry
to Jersey City, and there gloat over
his treasure. He left the room, barely
pausing to say d" Good-day," and went
like a man in a dream to the street.
Trembling with excitement, he turned
away from the door, and started on a
quick walk for his hotel. There was
only one desire in his mind at the mo-
menf, but that was strong enough TO
make him oblivious of his surroundings.
He wanted to get away from the city
as quickly as possible and 90 home,
where he could count over this
package of money that had come to him
so strangely. He did not see the quiet
looking man who was following him,
and if he had seen him would not have
known that the law already had him in
its grasp. He knew enough to tremble
when he passed the big policeman on
Broadway, who looked at him keenly,
but who made no sign beyond look of
intelligence at the quiet man close be-
hind. This sign was unseen by Eben,
who reached his hotel safely, as he
thought, and was just entering the
door when the quiet man spoke.
- What have you got in that satchel,
my friend 2" he said, in low tone, and
the question sounded like the crack of |