Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-12-15
4 PUZZLED NOVELIST.
he Was Used to Detectives, But Thir Eos
ton Cabman Amazed Him.

ton Cabman Amazed Him.
The express from the west was just
in, and traveller stepped out of the
side door Of the Albany station into
the outstretched arms of fourteen Bos-
ton cabmen and hack drivers.
The traveller, stoutly built man,
between thirty and forty, with good
humored fnce and solid, dark mus
tache, selected one whom he detected
in partially putting away into the side
pocket of his overcoat dog-eared copy
of Carlyle's French Revolution" The
cabman touched his hat in modest ap-
probation of the favor shown by his
new fare, and after bundling largo
valise upon the dashboard, opened the
door and stood waiting with a keen
twinkle of expectancy.
You may take me to Young's or-or
Parker's, perhaps" said the traveller,
with a distinct English accent and
decided interrogative infection in his
voice.
Pardon me-" was the immediate an
swer, "but think you'll find Maj
Pond waiting for you at ParlSer's."
The travellers jaw quivered for
moment but only for moment. After
darting sharp glance at the cabman
he bowed, as if obeying orders, and
entered the vehicle.
The ride was noisy one, but brief
e-rattle-bump- batter - bumpl
The fare, glancing through the glass
in the front OF the carriage, found his
man sitting as erect as the ten pounds
week man of Lady Churchill. AS the
cab rolled into School street the traveller
sank into the corner of the cushioned
seat in the attitude of deepest medlta-
tion.
A moment more, seemingly, and the
door opened. The stoutly built pas
senger felt in his pocket for change.
IF it is not too great an intrusion,
sir, should greatly prefer ticket to
your lecture. If you have none of the
printed ones with you, your agent
would doubtless honor one of your
visiting cards. if pencilled by Yourself
The passenger showed signs of strong
inward emotion.
Come, come, 1 am not accustomed to
be beaten at my own tricks" said he
almost gruffly Tell me how you have
uSSCA olihCb Uhlo, tltt you Slldll nave
tickets for your whole family, and such
cigars as you smoke here in America,
besides," breaking at the end into a
smile.
"Of course, we all knew that you
were coming on this train-that is, all
of the members of our Cabmen's Liter
ary Guild" was the half apologetic an
swer. "As it happens, l am the only
member on duty at this station this
morning, and had that advantage. If
you will excuse other personal remarks,
your coat lapels are badly twisted
downward, where they have been
grasped by the pertinacious New York
reporters. Your hair has the Quakerish
cut of a Philadelphia barber, and your
hat, battered at the brim in front,
shows where you have tightly grasped
it, in the struggle to stand your ground
at Chicago literary luncheon. Your
right overshoe has large block of
Buffalo mud, just under the instep the
odor of Utica cigar hangs about your
clothing, and the overcoat itself shows
the slovenly brushing of the porters on
| the through sleepers from Al bany. The
crumbs of doughnuts on the top of your
bag-pardon me, your luggage-could
only have come there in Springfield,
md stencilled upon the very end of
the Wellington in fairly plain letter
ing, is the name Conan Doyle"
II
"Now l know where Sherlock Holmes
went when he died." said this great
writer of detective stories after the
cabman had finished his third glass of
brandy neat. THAT leaves me free
to write any more adventures of his
that / wish, except that l must locate
them In Boston. boston Record.
Sized Up.
Brother Jack (savagely)-You'd bet