St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-02-22

| one occasion visited with his horSe-rac-
| ing cllntS. As he was passing the
place who should be just emerging, but
| one of the men who had heavy settle
ment against him the following Mon
| day. and, not knowing as yet what
might happen, Nathan thought it Judi
cious to be civil. So whenhis friend, who
had already had enough to drink, in
| sisted on Mr.. Clawyer coming in and
having just one glass with him he made
but faint objection. 1t was not in that
simple circumstance, however, that
| fate manifested itself, out in what inn
mediately followed.
The two went into the card room to
have their glass, the tables being thickly
| occupied with gamblers, when with
| startling SuddenneSS there came
| sledge hammer banging on the front
| door and iii came the police-an inspect
or and two sergeantS.
1T will not be the least use for you to
| attempt any resistance" remarked
the former, with bland politeness.
There are twenty constables in attend
ance and the house is surrounded.
| Every man present must consider him
self under arrest"
The horrible difficulty of his position
Instantly occurred to Nathan Clawyer.
But as every one can attest, officer"
he remarked, anXiously, II have not
been III the place ten minutes, and have
not touched a card.;'
That is matter to be explained to-
morrow to the magistrate" returned the
smiling inspector. 1--WE will adjourn,
if you please, to the police station"
There was no escape from the awful
dilemma. He had played the burglar
with vengeance! With his old father
bound and gagged in his bed, and the
murdered lad in the sleeping closet,
there was the street door in Liant street
merely pulled close to, and the police
man on the beat could push it open and
walk in.
1t was an immense relief to him,
when arriving at the station house he
was Informed that he could be released
on bail. 1t was then nearly , in the
morning, and he sent to a friend who
lived a mile away, but the messenger
returned to say that the said friend was
out of town. Another was tried who
lived still further away, and this time
with more success. But by then it was
past O'Clock.
And meanwhile matters in Liant
street had not remained exactly as he
left them. Nathan Clawyer had made a
mistake when be supposed that he ihad
shot young BuZZard through the head.
1t was within an ace of it, though. The
bullet from the pistol had furrOWed the
scalp and grazed the Scul, thereby
completely stunning the lad, whom
Nathan had bundled into the sleeping
room as dead, But before half an hour
had elapsed he began to return TO con-
seriousness, and gradually he was able
to remember all that had occurred up to
that p0int-that is TO say, when expect
ing to find strange thief there he threw
open Nathan ClaWyerS room door and
discovered that individual with
black Grape mask in his hand and with
two money bags, cash box and pistol
on the table. He recOllected seeing
Nathan snatch up the weapon and then
all was blank-until he aWoke to find
himself lying in corner, and with ter
ribie thrGbbing pains in his head, and
when he raised his hand to feel it he
ShuddeTed as he drew it away wet, and
he knew with what!
Staggering to his feet he tried the
door, and found that it was locked and
the key taken away, and then he had no
doubt that he had been left for dead.
There was ever and basin in his room,
and he washed some of the blood from
his face and hair and dressed himself.
There was window i'll the little room
from which he could easily drop into
the yard at the back of the house. and
which was separated from side street
only by low wall. Making his exit
this way and still faint and trembling,
Gerald hurried to his fathers abode and
informed him of what had occurred.
BuZZard'S first impulse was to make a
snatch Tor an Old gun that stood against
the wall, with the intention of hurrying
to Liant street and taking vengeance in
kind, but when persuaded by his wife
he sat down and listened to all that his
son had to tell, change came oyer Mr..
Buzzard's countenance and he laid the
gun aside. He had once remarked with
a big oath: 'If ever ] get the whip
hand of father or sOn-l will tlay them"
And here was splendid opportunity!
you must come back with me at
once. Gerald, nv boy" he remarked,
putting on his hat.
Had you not better go to the police
station first" his wife said soicitOusly.
"No, think not" returned BaZzard,
with short, grim laugh, ''we snail be
able to manage without the police ]
hope. Come, Gerald"
The mother was. Of course, averse to
the poor lad going, but her husband in
sisted, and first bandaglng his head
with white handkerchief she let him
go.
1t was not yet O'clock when they ar
rived in Liant street, and to their sur
prise it was evident that the lock of the
door had been forced. They pushed it
open easily, and, followed by his son,
BuZzard trOd softly up stairs. his pur-
pose being to confront Mr.. Nathan all
unexpectedly in his bedroom. But
when they got there the room was
empty, and it was plain to be seen that
the bed had not that night been slept in.
eve will wait while for him." said
Blizzard.
And they waited for more than all
hour .before they heard him come up
stairs, and then a sudden idea occurred
to Buzzard He remarked to his son
"Get behind the bed curtains, quick''
And Gerald had barely time to conceal
himself. when Mr.. Nathan hurriedly
opened the bedroom door. He started
back amazed and COMPOUNDED at sight of
BuZZard
"What-what does this mean?" he
stammered. Chow dare you, sir? What
do you want here"
Il knew that you would be very much
surprised" returned the ruined hop
buyer, with affected humility; "but the
fact is. sir, finding the street door open,
| could not resist fastening up to you,
and finding you were not at home, L
took the liberty of waiting. My horrible
anxiety must stand as my excuse, Mr..
CIawyer. The truth is, L have had
dreadful dream!
"Confound you and your dreams as
WE'LL" clustered Nathan. 'Do you
think that justifies you?;
Il have dreamt," he continued, hold
ing up his hand to stop the others fur
Their speech. THAT my boy is murdered
and that it was you that murdered him.
1t is foolish, no doubt, to allow dream
to have such an effect on me, but it was
so real. Why, what ails yOu?"
He might we'll ask, for white as paper