Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-08-03
BUNKOED BY SHARPS.
An Arkansas Farmer Gets a Brick
When He Thought He Had $4,000.
A WOMAN CHARGED WITH ARSON.
Sneak Thieves Make Haul of Silverware
at an East End House.
SUNDAY SNAP SHOTS IN TWIN CITIES

All the fools are not dead yet. The latest
victim of green goods sharps is John Jack
son, of Camden, Ark. As he sat in the
Union station last evening with a boxed
brick bv his side, which he had fondly hoped
contained $4,000 in good money, he was a
much wiser man than he had been "a hours
before. The bunko people had kindly fur
nished him with ticket home, but he
mourned the loss of $3.50.
1t was the old story with some variations
jackson was a hard-working man near Little
Rock He is the picture of verdant green
ness, and away down in his Southern home
probably never saw paper more than once
a year. He had been induced by dummy, 4"
who worked in Camden mill, to go to New
York and exchange $3.50 for $4,000. Wis
ions of wealth foated before his excited
brain, and the easily duped hayseed
started for the metropolis with the
earnings of years in his pockets He had
a letter of introduction, of course, to the
operators, and he was met on lower Fifth
avenue by two oily and polite men.
WORKED THE OLD GAME WELL.
They took him to room in the rear of an
alley in which window opened into an
other apartment. A table was placed by
the window, and box of bright, new bills
was exhibited before his aston
ished ewes 1t was genuine
money. AS he had come so far they would
sell him the money for all he had, minus
the price of his fare back home. Jackson
snapped at the bargain, and he saw the
money carefully tied up in neat package
by one of the operators. 1t was placed on
the table and the unsuspecting vic
TINS attention was called to the other
side of the room. As the bills were crisp
ration which would make bank note look
old in few seconds. All he had to do was
to put few drops on the bill and rub it in
briskly. The jay understood how it was
DONE In the meantime the box of money
was pulled through the window by a con-
federate, and similar one with brick
from the alley pavement was substituted.
Mr.. jackson was highly elated over his
good fortune, and he was ready to return
home at once. Joyfully he placed the worth
less package under his arm, and one of
the operators conducted him to the
PENNSYLVANIA depot He was taken by q
different route from the one he came, and
last evening he was SO bewildered that he
didn't know just where he had been. He
was placed on the limited express, and
reached here last evening.
BAD NEWS TRAVELLING FAST.
Now comes the interesting part of the
story. Inspector Byrnes has been receiv-
ing complaints from the Southwest for the
last two years about notorious gang of
green goods men in New York who have
been fleeing such innocent people as Mr.
jackson. They were run down yesterday
by the New York police, and in some way
the Inspector learned of the victim on the
limited going home. The conductor was
surprised to find telegram from
the Inspector awaiting him at Altoona, re-
questing him to hold jackson and send him
back to New York to get his money. The
conductor hunted him up and found him
clinging tenaciously to his treasure. Up to
this time he supposed he had the money.
"What have you in that box, Mr.. Jack
He started, turned red and replied:
"Money."
'Let's 60 into the dining car and examine
it," suggested the conductor.
This was done, and when the twine and
external coverings had been removed the
musty brick was exposed to view. Not
dollar was to be seen. jackson real
lied he had been sold, and he
was frightened. He was afraid to 60 back
TO New York, for he had an idea Inspector
Byrnes intended to put him in Jail. He
said his name was Smith, finally he ad-
mitted he represented George Adams, the
confederate at Camden, and he went bv that
name in New York. He then said his true
name was jackson, and he will return to
New York this morning