San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-12-10
HE STRIKES THE WINDY CITY WITH
AN AWFUL TALE.
PUTS HIMSELF UP AS A VICTIM OF
CIRCUMSTANCES BUT A MAN OF
IMMENSE RESOURCES.
lie Astonishes the Police, Elopes
With the Belle of the Stock
Yards and Plays Texas
Generally.


be in hard luck just now. Two
weeks ago according to his story,
he arrived in the city from Texas.
A car load Of cattle which he says
he brought along here was, he al
legged, sold for him by John Woods,
a cattle broker. or the So, 800 which
he says he obtained from Mr..
Woods, he asserts he sent $4,000 to
his mother in Dallas, the remain
ing $500, he insitts, is on deposit
in local savings bank. Mr..
Woods and the savings bank people
deny all knowledge Of the alleged
financial transactions with Mr..
Scott. The result is that the police
is in a qaundary about him, es.
pecially as the man insists his real
name is none other than p. M.
Scott. His persistency and appa-
rent sincerity in repeating his
story has forced the officers to con-
clude that either the man is crazy
or that he is monumental liar, as
Inspector Lewis puts it. The in
itial step in the chain of cirCum-
stances which finally resulted in
bringing him up with the sharp
est sort of a turn at the pol
ice station, was taken by
Scott when he attempted to
react the part OF LOchnivar with
the stock yards for both stage and
theatre. Miss Alice FinDegan is
said to be reigning bell of stock
yard society. For several months
past it was we'll known among her
friends that she was soon to wed
the man of her choice, w. II.
Fletcher. With her the the man
from Texas became acquainted in
some accidental way, two days af-
ter he had received his roll of green
backs, as alleged, from his broker.
The Texans wooing was very
rapid and valient, so much so, in
fact, that Miss Finnegan and
Scot closed two days later. They
got as far as Hammond, just over
the Indiana line, where the couple
were soon gathered in by the police
on suspicion and for apparent va
grancy. Soon the police received
a message from chief of police
Mayo of Hammond, inquiring
whether a certain Texan named p.
M. Scott was known here. 1t was
soon evident that Scott was well
known to detectives of the Des-
PLANES street station. They had
found him mixed up in a
drunken brawl one night in the
vicinity OF Halstead and West Van
Buren, street. He was taken to the
station. There he set forth in
glowing narrative his financial
operations in this city, and he did
not fail TO interject wealth of ad.
jeCtives wherewith to convey some
idea of his hereditary riches. Be-
cause it was, so far as know, his
first Offense, he was let go free.
Thinking he might be wanted, the
couple were conducted by Chief
Mayo back to the Chicago side of
the line last night, headed for Des-
PLANES street. While on the train,
it is said, the chief was offered fab
ulous sums by Scott as the price of
freedom. The officer declined, but
Immediately on their arrival at
the station the Texan was searched
thoroughly and only fifteen cents
could be found in his possession.
Scott, however, was not in the least
disconnected. He gave rehash of
his yarns about his alleged stock
yard operation and subsequent
large deposits in the savings bank.
"Faugh," said Miss Finnegan,
"you have not the price of
meal. What did you do at Ham
mond? You just ate your dinner
and let me go without mouthful
of food for 26 hours" For the first
time Scott seemed angry. He
retorted that he could not have
any money just then as she and
Fletcher had stolen $l05 from him
a short time before the start was
made for Hammond.
"Faugh, faugh" said the girl.
They were both released. and left
the station, Scott vOWing as he
went that he would have both her
self and Fletcher arrested for steal
Ing. She emphatically asserting
that he was "a fake" and "a fraud"
"The case" said inspector Lewis
"has some extraordinary features. |
All we can do is to keep Scott I'M
der surveillance until after we have
Investigated the Dallas end of the
The man seems to have
been drinking hard and the
chances are that the story of his
riches are mere Pigments Of his dis
ordered Imagination"