The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-07
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found myself before a long, low building,
through the crevices of which l could per
ceive lurid glare issuing.
| stopped down and peered through the
keyhole and to my extreme surprise | saw
half dozen strengthening men with their
coats off and sleeves turned up, performing
a variety of strange occupations Some
were working at forge, others we're super
intending the casting of moulds, and some
were engaged in the process of milling coin
Here was the gang of counterfelters | was
in search of, and the landlord and his wife
evidently belonged TO the same band, for in
one corner | perceived them employed,
the man polishing off some 'goldn pieces,
Just turned from the moulds. while the
woman was packing the finished coins into
rolls.
had seen enough, and was about to re-
turn to my apartment again when suddenly
| felt heavy hand placed upon my shout
der, and turning my head round, TO my
horror found myself in the grasp of as ILL
looking a scoundrel as ever escaped the
gallows
"What are you doing here, you -" he
exclaimed in a gruR voice, giving me
shake.
Taking a stroll by moonlight" replied,
endeavoring to maintain my presence CT
mind.
well, perhaps you'll just take stroll in
here, will you~ returned the rut6an, push
ing open the door and dragging me in after
him.
All the inmates Of the barn Immediately
stopped work and rushed toward us when
they saw me.
why, what's thsn they all exclaimed.
"a ioafer found peeplng outside" said
the man who had captured me.
The men withdrew to corner OF the
apartment, leaving one to keep guard over
me. l soon saw that they were in earnest
consultation and they were evidently de-
batting some important question.
l had not uttered a single word during all
the time | had been in the barn. | was
aware that whatever l might say would in
all probability only do more harm than
good, and it has always been maxim of
mine to hold my tongue when in doubt.
At last the discussion seemed to be settled =,
for the blacklist and dirtiest OF the whole
gang came forward and without any intro
duotion exclaimed:
"We'll soon put an end TO you"
did not move muscle nor utter word.
''You have found out our secret, and dead
men tell no tales"
| was still silent.
1--WE give you ten minutes to say yonr
prayers, and will allow Jou the privilege OF
saying whether you will be hanged or shot"
Suddenly an ides struck me. | remem.
bered something that might save my life.
burst into a violent fit Of Laughter, In fact
it was historical, but they did not know
that. They looked from one to the other in
the greatest smszement.
"Well, he takes it mighty cool, anyhow ~
said one.
II suppose he don't think we're in ear
nest" said another.
My only reply was fit Of laughter more
violent than the first.
That mans madn they exclaimed.
"Or drunk" said some.
"Well, boys" cried, speaking for the
first time, this is the best joke ever seed
What, hang palW
"a pal-you palP
II amt nothing else" was my elegant re-
joinder. whats your namew
did you never hear Of Ned Willettw l
asked.
you may be certain Of that. Amt he
at the head Of our profession"
well, then, Pm Ned Willet."
you Ned Willetp they all exclaimed.
Fortune favored me. None Of the men
present had ever seen Ned Willet, although
his reputation was well known to them, and
my staggering, insolent manner had some
what thrown them of their guard, yet |
could plainly see that all their doubts were
not removed.
And you call these things well done, do
you" l asked, taking up a roll of money.
IsiWells ali can say Is. that II you can't do