St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-02-08

And in the cottager's front garden
there was a seat by the gate where he
could sit and amuSe himself for hours
watching the village children-thOugh
with one eye on the old house at the
other side of the way all the time.
There was a post box within few
hundred yards OF the cottage, and, as l
need not say. Master Wrigglesworth
terIalS and postage stamps.
For three days l heard nothing of
him. Then came a brief line. Some
thing to tell you. Come at once
Master WrggleswOrth must have
shrewdly reckoned on the train | should
have come by, for [ found him sitting
on milestone about 4 quarter of an
hours walk from the cottage.
news?'
''Oh, not much, sir; but l thought
you had best know about it. Old Mr..
Burnside had visitor the night before
last
"'What, the chap with a red wart on
his nOse?' / asked, eagerly.
mo. An old man with rough
overcoat aud a low-crOwned hat. He
came late-after 10 O'clock-in a sort Of
chaiSe. and, when those in the house
heard the sound of the wheels, the old
woman came out and opened the side
gate and led the pony in. But. looking
from my window, | could see over the
gate, and | saw the old woman, by the
light that came out of the side door.
help the man out. He was lame, and
walked with q stick, and she kissed
him. Then old Mr.. Burnside, he came
out. But he didn't seem TO have the
govt. He stepped out of the house
brisk, and without sling for his arm,
and shook hands with the lame man
that came in the chaise. Then they all
went in, and in about an hour the lame
man came out, and old Burnside helped
him into the chaise, and the old woman
kissed him again, and he drove off.
Our people were abed and asleep. so [
slipped quietly down stars and made
after the chaise. The old pony didn't
90 very fast. and l can take you to the
place where the lame man drove to and
where he lives
II had driven i'm a trap from Cam
bridge station, and babe Joe jump in,
and we proceeded straight to the place
in question. | felt certain that was
ABOUT to nail my man at laStl put tire
handouts | had brought with me in
convenient pocket, and when we ar
rived at the cottage, which was half a
mile down by-lane, | jumped out, and
was in the parlOr in a jitfy. There was
no one there but an old fellow, sitting
with one leg on chair, and so much
like old Burnside, the equity man, he
might have been his brother. He
turned white as paper, and trembled so
that, although it was not my man,
had no doubt was on the right track.
You know what | want, | sup
pOse?' | remarked, producing the hand
cuffs.
but how did you know l was hereY
he gaSped. Did he-my own son-tell
you, after have run such risk to save
him ~
81 saw it all in single flash, as it
were, now; and much astOniShed the
old man must have been when, whiS-
perIng to young Joe to look after him,
| left him, and, Jumping into the cart,
drove like fury back to Burnside's.
There he was, as usual, with his muf-
fled leg and his arm In sling, huddled
in his easy chair by the kitchen fire.
He saw, no doubt, that l was full OF
business, and changed color, and the
old woman clasped her hands.
Here again, Mr.. Hook" he eX-
claimed, trying to speak calmly. What
is it? Surely. you haven't taken him!
Ono; but Pm just about to DO So
replied, clapping him on the shoulder.
You are the man want, but what the
deuce have you done with the blood
wart on your nose"
Eyes, gentlemen," continued ex-
Sergt. Hook, at was Bob Burnside,
right enough, and in the cushion he was
sitting on there was the nest of stolen
diamonds, with only half dozen of the
smaller ones missing The BurnsideS
were bad lot, and the whole affair had
been prearranged-the son representing
his equity father. while the old man re-
tired to the out-of-the-way cottage,
which was his own, five miles eff, until
the affair blew over, and the son could
get away to America and get rid of the
SparkerS. There was never a cooler
plan for robbery, as you will acknOwl-
edge when | tell YOU that Burnside's
blood Wart was sham, and nothing but
bit of tight sticking cOlOred cement,
and which he had gradually increased
in size, at the same time putting it about
that it was incurable, so as to give us
false clew when We should have to hunt
for him. The ohl people got Off pretty
well, being sentenced to only three
years, and the wife got oft free. But
Burnside was booked for ten years. l
hope | am not a Yndictve man." re-
market Mr.. Hook, in conclusion, but
after all the cOnfOunded worry and
bother had with the fellow, | should
have been better pleased had it been
twenty"