The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1896-12-09
SOMERSET PA WEDNESDAY,, 8.

chin minutely and seemed dissatisfied
Once or twice he looked at the sergeant
who lay with his legs stretched out
aud the merest hair-breadth sift o
watchful eye quite veiled by the eye
lash. And, occupied earnestly as b,
was in these singular details, the dap
per Jewish gentleman never forgot the
hat-box for much more than half +;
minute at time.
"Where the treasure ISL said tn,
sergeant, with his heart beating like &
hammer at his ribs, for he had begun t6
think what an uncommonly close shave
a dark-haired gentleman like that mus
have taken, to be sure, to have no sign
at all of beard on cheek and chin
''For man as is naturally black" said
the observant sergeant, ''gets blue with
close shaving, don't you notice, sir? and
this chap wasn't bit bluer on the chin
than he was on the bridge of his nose.
Dyed his hair-he hadr
1t occurred to the sergeant to wake
up and light pipe, and assume a brisk
interest in the landscape. Ii occurred
to him further to cross to the other end
of the compartment for better view
of the landscape on that side. He ven-
tured to remark that il was a pretty
country, and that the young wheat was
tnnl-iner xxr.lI fNha., h..a al
to his own corner, and made believe to
doZe again with his heart beating
more and more like "A hammer at his
ribs, until he wondered that the other
man didn't seem TO hear it. For al
that nearer view he had seen what he
had fully expected to see an auburn
rime on cheek and chin, namely, and a
touch of auburn at the roots of the
carefully penciled eyelashes. And all
the while he was thinking, so he told
me: "What a stroke of luckl Oh.
what a stroke of luckl And here's my
step at last" And yet he had no au-
thOrity TO act, and 10 arrest a man on
such a mere suspicion, and without au-
thority was dangerous sort of thing
to do. The sergeant was nightly
tumbled up and down in his mind, and
he knew not what to do.
They came to Rugby, and the gentle
man got out and ordered glass of milk
and soda at the refreshment bar. Be
fore it was served, he bolied back to the
train, and secured his hat-box. "Now,
is he going to slip off heren' asked the
sergeant within doors, land if he is,
what's my game?p The gentleman
went back to the carriage, however, in
due season, and the sergeant followed.
At birmingham they both alighted,
and the gentleman went TO the Queens
hotel. He chartered bedroom there,
and carried his hat-box upstairs with
his own hands, porter following with
a portmanteau. In half an hour he
came down again, passed into Steven
son square, and on into New street.
The sergeant took his courage in both
hands, and went to the manager. A
Jewish gentleman with a black mus
tache had taken such and such a num-
ber?
"Yes."
THAT" said the sergeant, producing
his handbill, sis the man."
The manager stared, and then laugh
ed. No, he knew that man. He was
red-headed fellow with a red beard
and mustache.
Shaved and dyed" said the SER
geant.
"Begadr' said the manager, 81 be-
lieve you're right"
"You know me?" says the sergeant
"Yes," says the manager, naming
him.
every well. | take all the RESPONSE
bility of this move. That man has the
stolen jewels in his hat-box. Let me
into his room, and well soon see"
at was common lock to the hat
box" said the sergeant, concluding his
story in great excitement. 81 begged
a hair-pin from chambermaid-one o.
them thick, strong hair-pins, and the
trick was done in minute. There was
the violet-velvet lining of the jewell
case all tore out loose, and rolled into a
bundle, and inside it was the whole
go 600 worth. And while we was a.
staring at each other, like a pair of
stuck pigs, back comes his Nibs, sees
me a-kneeling over the open hat-bOx,
wipes out revolver, and knocks hole
clear through two sides of my new silk
hat and ruins it. Twelve-and-six it
cost me, and brand-new out of Hyams'
shop only the week afore. The mana
ger knocks his arm up, and the next
shot goes into the ceiling. 1t was nip
and tuck then for a minute, but we got
him down, and had 'em on his wrists
in a jiffy. Seven years he got at the
Old Bailey, and pretty cheap at that.
Five hundred pounds reward is good
deal to a poor man like me, but Lon
don chance Is more, and that slice o.
luck brought both. That's his Nibs'
portrait, that there big colored photo
graph over the mantel-shelf His mis-
sis sold up the little house at Brixton,
and | bought that at the sale for re-
minder of him. ."-Chambers' Journal.