The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-04-12

All The TINA Not ohce In three months
did they ever get over half mile away
from him, and he knew every move
they made. Aud his reward came at
last They had crossed into Ohio and
were working rs harvest hands-ail
three Of them-fo he had used so
many DISCUSSES they didn't know him
and one night one Of them got drunk
and between his tears 81 repentance
and drunken hiccoughs he let the
whole thing ont The detective
pumped him carefully and got every
particular and then put him to bed be-
fore his partner came home. The
next day the drunk one sobered up.
and the minute he came to his senses
he knew he had let the thing out He
went TO his partner and confessed
That evening as the detective was
going home from the fields through
stretch of woods they came
on him from behind and both OF
them went al him with raiis taken
from the fence. IIc got turned around
before they Ind struck him more than
once. but he was SO dazed he couldn't
get his pistol out Then those two
devils stood up and beat that poor fell
low over the head like they were
striking for a blacksmith They
knocked him to his knees three times,
but they didn't know their man. He
was grit from hair TO heel, and the
third time he went down the pistol got
ont, and as they started to run he
emptied all seven shots into them,
every one taking effect, which was GER
tainly remarkable, considering his con.
dition. One Of them was killed and
the other was wounded In both legs
They were all three quiet when the
rest Of the hands came running up, but
the detective camc to Ia time to tell
them who he was and what had hap
pened. 1t was a fine thing for my
friend In some ways. though it ruined
his health, and small wonder People
got to thinking that man TINT showed
as much fight as he did must be Of
some account and they gave him en-
ployment right and left He told mo
afterwards that those seven shots he
fred did him moro good, gave him
more satisfaction than any he had ever
made before. He said that every time
he heard the cartridge 20 and one Of
those scoundrels scream 1t made good
taste in his mouth. could understand
that, too. for I've felt it myself, In my
time =
What became Of him3' asked one
Of the group.
well, he never really recovered
from the terrible hammering he got on
the head that time He was never
quite as steady after II, and d year or
so ago his mind went. Ieimagiped he
had hundreds Of cases, OF all sorts and
kinds, and that he was being Swallowed
all the time. I've known him to get up
in the middle Of the night and with his
revolver patrol the streets Ia search Of
the men who were following him, as
he thought. He used to give the news
paper men fake murders, too, and he'd
get them worked up over the details,
and after they had hunted for hours
for particulars, they'd discover it all
came from my poor old friends troubled
brain. He had to give up his business
at last, and the minute the pressure
was taken off he took to drinking He
died few months ago, raving mani
nc. That is only one incident, but it is
enough to show you what said--that
the country detective has hard time,
take it all In al. - Everard Jack APP
pleton, in Detroit Free Press