Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1895-04-05

by mail. He may know you, but he
evidently doesn't want to-"
The bystanders went off into a loud
| guffaw. while she went off with an Of
| ticer.
Every now and then seemed to be
close upon the track of my double, OF
he upon mine. Other adventures fol
lowed, but the last and most exciting
of all happened in Dallas, Tex. The
fellow tried to cover the continent, and
was rapidly becoming more notorious
| than popular.
It was almost midnight, and / had
lust left the opera house, when hand
was placed on my shoulder and
rough voice said:
I'VE want you"
I turned, and found myself face to
face with a couple of detectives.
You want me right bad, en- |
asked
1--WE do"
81 thought so, as there are two of
you" 1 replied. What am | charged
WITH"
Murder"
cor 1 calculated 81 fancied it was
for skipping board bill, or other nor
rible crime of the kind. Well, | am
not the man you want.
Now, do you know that we are
pretty sure that you are? Is your last
name Griffith"
1T is
And isn'tyourChristian name Grif-
fth?"
my front name, do you mean? Yes
both sections are alike. You have
letter of introduction, l SUPPOSE
The warrant was produced and
read it under the gaslight. Horror Oh
horrors! Five victims were enumer-
ated,
II wasn't aware that I had murder
ed the whole family l said / must
have used a bomb. The description
of me is drawn pretty fine, with the
exceptions of the tattoo marks.
You'll own up to them, too' no
doubt.
This saws anchor tatooed on left
arm. Why didn't they enumer-
ate a spread eagle on the breast the
battle of Lake Erie on my back, with
symphony in red and blue on eacn
calf? [ am no dime museum freak. L
am not the Griffith Griffith you want.
He's nv double. There's another or
me. I'm twins. l have been in trouble
enough on that account | hope the
other of me will be convicted and
hung
so we do" growled one of the de-
tectives.
That was a queer lingo, deeply gut
teral | wrestled with it for hall
minute and translated it without dla-
gram. BY that time l was walking
towards the station house, between my
captors. When ushered into the
brightly lighted room. said:
Gentlemen, you think L have been
chatting. but | haven't The matter is
too seriously funny, or too humorously
serious. | don't know which. | never
killed anybody or anytning-not even
a gallinipper, to my recollection, mucn
less a whole family of human blpeds.
I took off my coat and rolled up my
shirt sleeves.
"Where's the anchor?' I asked
They looked sharply at my arms,
then at me, and then aIeach other.
Send for 4O-power microscope
said. Maybe you can see 1t then.
Take me around to the residence OF
Mr.. b, president of the - bank.
He'll vouch for me"
Hes sick in bed.
well, there's Judge w"
Hes in Toronto"
| became desperate. | was afraid
that II [ named another prominent
citizen they would probably say that
he was in Hades. Just then the night
editor of the daily morning - came
into the station.
DO you know this MANI" | asked.
Joe Darringer? Who Doesn't, we'd
like to know"
He'll vouch for me-" said.
eff he does you go scot Free
Gritty, what does this mean?"
Jolly. big hearted Joe Darringer asked
/ explained, and then he opened the
escape valve of his Indignation.
You're pair of chumps," he snarl-
ed. Go hold your heads under the
fire plug"
The detectives walked off with dis
comfitted look, but first apologized, not
out of regard for me, perhaps, but for
fear that Joe would roast them in the
morning edition.