The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1894-08-14
FALES AN AUTHOR
The Young Murderer Grows
Skillfu1 With the
Pen.
FIRST ATTEMPT AT FICTION.
Decidedly Ingenious Plot-An Irish
migrants Experience With
Brer Bar.
From the Nemark Sunday cal.

rum rec IENuJh OUVu0V tUts
To those who have already become in
terested in the writings of thai many
sided young man. Robert Aiden Fales,
the following from the murderer's pen
will be an interesting study. Fales has
a remarkably good command of Ian
guage for one so young and with the
comparatively meagre educational adj
| vantages he had. All of the young mans
literary efforts that have SO far reach
ed the public gaze have appeared in the
Call" The first production put in
type was a short poem, religious in
character. This was a decided sur
prise to almost everyone who, during
Fales' two years Incarceration in
Newark. had gwen any attention to the
study of the murderer's mental make
up The verses described briefly the
deRta OF OF ~espondene to which the
lifting of soul as a result of religious
nleditation. Fales' second article in
print was q description Of his first
good appreciation of what might be
termed the bright side of his prison
career. The young murderer first
flight into the realm of fiction is given
below with no changes whatever save
one or two corrections in spelling and
punctuation. The idea about which
the story is built is both ingenious and
;s~rotesque, and it is not SO far-fetched
as may appear on the first reading of
The story. The young writer is evident
ly familiar with the Irishman's anci-
ent aversion to the African, which seems
to have pretty generally disappeared at
the present time. But this does not
matter, for he tale is quite we'll drawn
and serves to disclose one more phase
of Fales. queer mental makeup. The
story is as
A STRONG RESEMBLANCE.
Pat Murphy had just landed on the
American shore and didn't know what
to do for something to eat.
II know what IN do" he says. 'Ill
go and chop wood for somebody"
So off he goes, to a woodchopper's
cabin and asks for work. The wood
chopper said he could give him work
IN the woods with a negro whom he
= wonder phat a nagur is?" thought
Pat. He asked the woodohopper what
man." he was told. And the one that
works for me is an ugly fellow, so you
don't want to make him angry" con-
cl udeS the ~ wo oois 90
funny with me I'll stick this knott into
him Showing a big knife).'
We'll, he won't say anything to you
if you leave him alone. Now, I want
you to get your dinner and then take the
nigger's dinner up in the woods to him.
You can take an axe with you and he
will show you h to do"
Pat ate his dinner and was soon ready
TO start. The Woodchopper handed him
A pail with the negro's dinner, and an
on the north side of the Hill. Take that
path to your left. 1t will lead you
right to the place where he is work
ing"
"All right, sor," and off Pat started.
He had got about half a mile from the
cabin when he saw a big black bear ly-
ing on a log. Come, get up out of
that, he said. Here is YOU dinner, and
| want you to show me where to stroik
in"
The bear uttered a growl and got up on
"Begob, but he's a big one fur a man.
exclaimed Pat. He sat the dinner pail
on the ground and asked the negro las
The bear uttered another growl. showed
his long, sharp teeth and then started
for Pa with his arms Tor f%orepaws) in
position as if ready to fight.
"Shure, is it rassel We want; begob, 1
where I come FROM cried Pat, and off
with the bear. The bear dug his claws
into Pats face and arms until Pat
howled. "Shure and I'll fix We for that"
And out comes the knife and he stabbed
fell back and after a few convulsive
throbs died. Pat had heard that if you
kill a man in America you will de hung.
He thought of that when he saw the
bear dying N started as fast as he
could run toward the woodchopper's cab
in. He ran into the cabin and told the
man ne ndQ Killed the negro
''Shure, sor, won't We come wild a
sphade and help me to bury hin afore
any one knows it? If they find it out
begob they'll hang me shure."
The woodchopper thought that the two
men had got into a quarrel owe some
thing, and that Pat had killed the negro
in the course of the brawl. So he went
and got his spade and pickax, and told
Pat to lead the way to where the neg
ro's body lay.
Pat went ahead, and when he came in
sight of the lead bear he turned and
| said
There's the black nagur,"
The woodGGopper looked at the dead
bear, and her began to laugh, and
| said:-
sThat amt the Niger, Pat"
"Oh, amt it?" cried Pat, "Shure, if
thot amt the nagur, then it must be
his brother" R. A. F.
OLD RESIDENT DEAD.