The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-07-09
AFTER HIS BROTHER BILL,
Inquiries Made of the Police
Regarding Erratic Mr..
Blodgett.
Fears Expressed That His Adven-
turouS Spirit Has Got Him
Into Trouble.

"Y' amt got man named Bill Blodgett
! locked up here, hev YEP" inquired tall,
angular parsonage, as he drifted into the
California-street Police Station yesterday
afternoon, and bumped into dapper Ser
geant Esola.
who's that?" queried the sergeant,
after catching his breath.
"Blodgett-first name Bill" replied the
visitor.
In his courteous way the sergeant led the
tall man back to where Prison-keeper
Burke was guarding the official record of
arrests, and looked over the list.
'tWhat was he arrested for?" asked the
sergeant.
"Well, that's what don't exactly know,
but I've an opinion that he's been pulled
in for somethin'. Mebbe drunk, mebbe
battery; probably battery"
"No; there's nobody here by the name
of Blodgett," said the sergeant.
"P'raps he gave another name. Who've
you got, anyhow"
"Oh, several DRINKS, couple Of batteries
and
He must be here, sure" cried the man
rather excitedly. Did one OF those fellows
have black patch over one eye and walk
some squatter fight here in early days, and
had his eye gouged out by Patsy Maloney
down on Pacific street in '6S?"
"No. None of the prisoners are maimed
that way" replied the sergeant.
"Mebbe you didn't catch on. Have you
a fellow here with machine arm that has
back swing to it, and with his chin all
that away, SO that 1t runs into his neck
Y see | IN his brother and Bill lost his arm
in m a pp q
County, and his jaw was shot away by
Jack Dooley in Poor Shoat Gulch in $50.
He is an adventurous cuss, Bill is"
There's no such man here" said the
sergeant.
but think he must be. Bill went out
looking for trouble last night, and when
he starts he usually finds it. I've been to
the other stations, and he amt there. Are
y sure that a Teller wasn't brought in here
who showed you a trap-door in his SKULL
that's where Bill got left in butting heads
with darkey in the West Indies once
or didn't he open his vest and show you a
fine set of celluloid ribs, which hold his
lungs and other things in place-you
know Bill was caught by the Indians once,
and they built a fire on him; he got away
though; or didn't he explain to you how
it was that while he was lame in one leg
the other was artificial clean up? 1t was
bit off by sea lion when he was whaling
once"
81 tell you" gasped the sergeant as soon
as he could get word in edgeways, that
we have no such man here"
But it might have slipped your men,
Dry, pursued the angular man, anchoring
himself TO the desk. Cant " think of a
Teller who unscrewed his left hand-not on
the machinery armand told you about
his trying to call down buzz-saw in a
Eureka mill. Mebbe he might not have
been Dragging much, and only showed
you his stamped leather ear, which he got
in place of the one Sour Dough Pete
chewed off on the water trout. " see,
Bill has always been cuss, and always
gettin' into trouble. | know he's out on
some new racket. So don't give me any
game, and let me know if he's here"
81 tell you he's not" cried the sergeant,
somewhat exasperated. DO you suppose
for moment that freak like your brother
must be, could come here and not be
recognized?"
well, l didn't know. Iwant to find
Bill. He's such venturesome cuss, and
when he said he felt that feeling of trouble
coming over him. | got anxious. He gave
me the slip somehow, and l know he's got
in fight Y see Bill can't afford to get
injured much more"
Have you been down to the Morgue
YETI"
mo, didn't think of that. Bills too
vigorous to get there l thought. But
mebbe he did get the worst of it. No, if
he's there its only from two causes. Either
he tried suicide for change-y' know
Bill takes freakish ideas-or else he fell
asleep some where, and the hot ashes from
his cigar or pipe burned through his vest,
and set fire to his celluloid ribs, they
dropped in on his vitals and great
gosh officer, d We know I'll get down there
at once" and Bill Blodgett's brother
dashed out of the door.