The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-10-16
fering to help him. Tell me about it,

so Sharply, but IL was such surprise
That was the reason. We are too good
friends, brother mine, aren't We, now,
TO let anything like that come between
us?'p
''Go ahead, Fan if you like" said
Jack, only half Modified. ave may
As well be hanged fora sheepas lamb.
Tell her the whole story"
Bess listened quietly TO the account,
and then turned again to her brother
"Will you go down." she said "with
me to that shop tonight to find out
where he was taken? 1t seems to me
as though we ought to go at once"
"Why, yes" said Jack, leaving his
post at the window, and entering into
the affair with more interest at the
prospect of a tour of discovery. ''That's
an idea Suppose We asked Mr.. Dart
mouth to go with us"'
BEST suggestion of all ~ exclaimed
Bess. "Will you ask him? He is in
his room, l think, and feel quite sure
that he will go, for he is always ready
to do good turn, and he speaks Ital-
ian like native"
Jack left the room in search of Mr.
Dartmouth, who was an elderly law
yer, an intimate friend of the Reming-
ton family, and whose home was in the
boarding-house i'm which they were
staying. 1t was some time before Jack
returned, but finally rap at their door
announced that he had come
Hell gop' he cried, as he entered
the room. "Come on he's downstairs
in the hall, waiting"
An hour later, Mr. Dartmouth and
his young friends descended from the
elevated road i'm the vicinity of the af-
ternoon's adventure, and went direct
ly to the street where the incident had
happened. The shop was closed, but
to their great relief, they met, almost
upon the very spot, huge policeman,
sauntering idly along, jauntily swing
ing his club as he walked.
Mr. Dartmouth told him of the oc-
currence, and of the hope they had Of
being able, through him, to learn where
the man had been taken. The officer
listened in silence e-thoughtfully tap
ping his white-gloved hands together.
al believe knows the felly, sir. /
seen number two hundred an wan a
turnin' in of Oytalian. Thry the
station beyant, sir-the wan wild the
horses stan'in' forenist. 1t moight be
he's down there"
Thanking him for the possible clue,
they hurried along to the building
''foreninst the horses" Ascending
the broad granite steps, they entered a
long hall, which echoed noisily with
the heavy tread of a squad of police,
who, marching two by two under the
leadership of a superior in rank, We're
just starting out, soon to separate, each
for his nightly beat.
At an open door, which led into a
large room, where a number of Off-duty
men were lounging about, they inquir-
ed the way to the main office, and were
directed to the end of the hall. Here
they found a large room, with two
heavily barred windows in the rear.
1t was divided by partition of heavy
wire netting into two parts, the part
back of the partition being used rs the
sergeant's public Office. In the netting
were two openings, one giving access
to desk, the other toa large door,
now closed, through which all must
pass, if they wished to reach the inner
Office.
The young people shrunk instinct
lively as they caught sight of dozens
of heavy steel fetters and handouts
hanging upon hooks screwed into the
yellow-tinted wall, but the pleasant
face of the sergeant, as he politely turn
ed to inquire their business, partly re-
stored their courage.
''Oh ~ whispered Fan. drawing close
to Bess. "Isn't this dreadful feel
as though had been doing something
wrong myself, and were going to be put
into prison"
"Just think of that poor man ~
whispered her sister in answer.
The sergeant listened To their story,
and then turned TO a subordinate, who
stood near, saying:
"Brown, let these visitors have a
look at that Italian. The one that was
brought in by Kerry for coat-stealing
It's the little man-the one that cried
so hard"
Brown came forward, and threw
back the wire-screen gateway. He
then took key from hook and in
serted it into the lock of an enormously
heavy iron door, thickly studded with
big steel bolts. This second door led
into the waitingrooms, where the pris-
oners arrested during the day was con-
fined until they were brought out for
trial and conviction or release, as the
case might be.
As they descended the cold stone
steps, the girls could hardly resist the
impulse to turn and run away from the
place but the door was now locked
behind them, and, for the time being,
they were as closely imprisoned as were
the poor wretches who lay about upon
the hard floor, or were stretched un-
comfortably upon the wide bench built
along one side of the apartment.
"This way, please" said the police
man, threading his way among the
prisoners. "We had to put him into
cage by himself, he got so wild. There
was fellow here who could talk his
lingo, and he says the man swears he's
innocent-but, sir-they're all that :"
AT one end of the room was row of
cells, or cages, made of heavy iron bars.
As the officer paused, a low moaning
was heard-very faint now, as though
the human heart, from which it was
wrung, was quite worn out with an
guish. In one corner was a dark heap,
but it remained motionless, until
sharp command caused movement.
The officer snapped his fingers, and
the figure arose, and came slowly tow
ards the visitors. The full glare from
a gas-jet fell upon his face, and Bess
and Jack and Fan instantly recognized
the Italian.
He looked listlessly at them until