Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1894-01-27
TRYING AN EXPERIMENT.


A Pinn That lid Not sncceed well with
the Burglar ne Captured.
Zero weather and a bad night to be out;
bat physicians life u ruled by dnty
rather than pleasure anyway. Beaides, /
have only few blocks TO 90. IL IN an hour
past midnight and the streets are practi-
cally deserted. On the corner back there !
passed n solitary policeman standing In the
angle Of doorway, which afforded little
protection from the cutting wind. He gave
mo n single sharp glance as the bright
moonlight fell full upon my face and Inn
mediately resumed his attempt to keep the
blood circulating by kicking against the
stone doorstep and wrapping his arms
about his chest with vigorous snap.
Suddenly, full block ahead, n human
figure skuiks across the sidewalk and dis
appears down an alley. What could that
fellow want at such an hour and on such q
night He's upon no honest mission, I'll
be bound. Burglary, probably. Perhaps
robbery. But who could he robi-the
streets are empty. H'mi Not quite-I
must pass that alley myself. Well. IL
am the game he's hunting he'll have TO
earn what he gets. My revolver is In my
pocket and haven't forgotten my pistol
practice.
reach the alley crossing. An uncouth,
shambling figure moves noiselessly out Of
the shadow and glides toward mo with
arm appraised. A second later he Is gazing
down the mnzzle of my Smith g. Wesson.
Good evening-or, rather. good morn
ing" remark quietly.
He makes no reply, but shakes ms II with
the ague.
at In too cold for you to be out dressed
TO death. would not be doing my duty
could be properly protected. Come on, I'll
take you where you'll be warm enough for
the rest OF the night"
BOSS, | never whines when am
pinched. an knows n sure thing when I
sees Il. I'm wild you. Dis amt de fust
time I've made play an failed, I'm ready
TO take my medicine like err man. The
Bridewell will lay over walkin de streets
such nights IA this anyway"
have long had certain peculiar notions
concerning the reforming Of prisoners.
Here Is n chance TO test them. The pris-
oner Ia mine; why not experiment on himf
A block down the street the red light of
an all night restaurant holds ont a promise
Of warmth at least. The sleepy proprietor
Of the place Is startled by our entrance,
the revolver giving the invasion decidedly
warlike appearance.
''Sit down therep' exclaimed, pointing
10 a seat at a small table. and then to the
restaurateur:
'Bring this man whatever be wants 20
eat"
well. you are q thoroughbred an no
mistake" audibly commented my prisoner.
snow. then, while we are thawing out
want TO explain to you that you can't af-
ford to continue such performances as
these. A few minutes ago you were closer
to death than you ever will be again until
you meet IL. Had you made another inju-
dicious movement, taken one moro step,
tried to use that sandbag, you would have
been In the morgue now. Luck Is against
your Whit of iti An hour OF III luck In
worth several years In the cemetery or the
penitentiary. Brace up. The world Is
against you because you are against the
world. You make your life what it In.
You are poor, wretched, miserable, half
starved, poorly clad, friendless. an outcast
and an outlaw. Quit Help yourself and
others will help you. Here's my mite now.
III settle the bin for your oyster stew, and
here's dollar to get you a warm bed to-
night and a breakfast In the morning.
Now, II you've finished your meal, gol''
Bless me, how time fiiesl Here I've sat
In a brown study ever since that fellow
thanked me, with tears In his eyes, and
went away half hour ago. Poor devil,
hope he has already turned his face to-
ward better and brighter future. And
now for home. II must be very late; let'a
zee. What's this9 My watch gonei My
ESQ chronometer gnnel BY George, and
my pocketbook tool He evidently began
10 help himself" without losing any time.
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