The herald., 1896-02-11

picked up by Redlands constable Friday
morning, peing arrested for vagrancy.
When brought before the San Bernardino
justice and asked his name he answered.
"Call me Elijah," and since that reply was
given he returns to all questions as to his
identity only sorrowful glance. He will
not speak of himself. He was brought to
San Bernardino Friday night and lodged in
Jail with cell full of tramps and vagrants,
and yesterday morning was one of the first
couple on the chaingang which marched
from the Jail to the stockade. The instant
he appeared on the street a score of people
were struck with the resemblance to the
published pictures of Schiatter. His feat
ures are of German mold, his complexion
quite fair, except that it shows the effect of
exposure. His beard, not thick, is worn in
the style which is shown In pictures of the
Christ, while mis- heavy growth of nut-brown
hair flows to his shoulders, matted and un-
kempt. Add to this picture posture con-
tinually stopped and an expression of
countenance which can only be described
as sorrowful, and it is the portrait of the
man whom his fellow-convicts as we'll as
his iailers are convinced is none other than
Schlatter.
II do penance," said he to Overseer
Hooking at the rock pile, when the scene
of operations had been reached, and sez-
ing hammer he separated himself from
the other convicts and worked like man
whose life depended upon the amount ac-
complished. Not a word would he utter,
except when spoken to, and then only to
the overseer, to whom he was obedient.
All day long the coarse jssts of the other
members of the gang, who we're convinced
that he is Schlatter, did not bring from
him the least remonstrance.
During the day the overseer became in
terested, and remembering that Schlatter
had been seen riding on white mule,
Hooking asked him what became of the
animal, to which the stranger reptile that
he had lost him on the desert near Yuma
this without any surprise and as if he knew
perfectly we'll to what Hooking referred.
"And where are you going from here?"
continued the overseer.
II know not,' replied the man. "Per-
haps to the south, perhaps to the west,
whichever way | may be called.''
At 5 o'clock the convicts are brought
back from the rock pile to the Jail, and as
soon as they arrived Schlatter retired to a
cot in his cell while the others were allowed
the freedom of the corridors. He kept as
far away from them as possible, and
seemed to be lost in meditation, and
whether he is the genuine Schlatter or not,
he is a man of sensibilities which are deli-
cate.
When seen at the Jail by THE HERALD
man the turnkey went to the door of his
cell and was compelled to call several
times before the man would leave his cot.
The riff-raff of humanity which comprised,
his cellmates took up the call with all sorts
of gibss which an irreverent mob might
hurl at man claiming to be divine, and
at every call the strange individual who
was now standing in the corridor would
vince as if pierced with knife. To all
questions his only answer was look from
a face that was troubled and glance that
seemed full of sorrowful meaning. He
simply could not be induced to speak,
When the interview was ended he slipped
back TO his cot in the darkness of the cell,
anxious to escape the taunts of his tor
menters.
A plan was suggested by which all at
tempt was made to establish his identity.
A resident of San Bernard ino is in posses