Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1897-01-02

tore his door wide open, and Butts,
quick as Il hash, does the same with
his. And then every guard and deputy
runs through the two doors into the
Jail, like rats into trap. When the
last ones in Butts locks the inside
door and walks through the deserted
offices into the night. As he turns
away he could hear his neighbor sing.
ing like his hopes of getting out de.
pends on it.
'Butts walked ten yards from the
jail aud turned up stairway. 1t WAS
about o'clock and light still burned
in lawyers Office. There was an OF.
fee boy there, tired and half asleep.
"'Is Mr.. Mcfarland imp asks Joe,
as he opens the door.
"MclNarlund WAS not in. The boy
said he'd gone out to draw n will for Il
dying man and would be back as soon
as ever lie got through. Joe knew all
about it. lie knew 1t was L who had
toutel the lawyer away, and had the
Office kept open for him to go to cover
in. l had the lawy,r away on the
Goodland Hills, six miles away, where
we had Jim, the Gopher. faxed up in
bed for dying man. The lawyer
drew the Gopher's will and he gave
away more than kings fortune that
night, did the Gopher.
sour play was to hold the lawyer rs
long as We could. And what with the
Gopher's fainting away two or three
times and mighty near croaking, and
what with his giving away millions and
all, we kept the lawyer until midnight.
| gave him $50 for it, too, and to this
day he don't know how he came to be
drawing the Gopher's will thst night.
He thought it was on the square. But
about Butts.
"'l'll wait until Mr.. Mcfarland
comes, says Joe to the kid. Il want
to see him particular
1.-THE Office was in the second story,
and had balcony which overhung the
street. Joe takes chair and steps out
OH the balcouy. Somebody might
come i'll and he did't care to take risks.
While he sat out there the chase after
him runs up and down beneath his
feet.
"Fifteen minutes after Joe gets out
a telegraph call rang in Mt the central
detective office. 1t licked:
"'Butts Just seen driving west on Detroit
street in u buggy. Hcrse on the run.
"M'HANNoN. Captain Fourth Precinct
"lhat was enough. Every fly cop
was chasing out Detroit street in n
moment, going miles from the game.
"Who worked the wire?
"Fuchs, the Fence.
"Butts still sat on the balcony. Tho
kid snored in whisper, with his head
on the table. Five minutes goes by;
ten Minutes; twenty. Eyerythiug's
getting still again with the quiet Of
8 o'clock.
cat last closed carriage draws up
over across the street and stops. Butts
never moves, but haiis the carriage
with his eyes. In moment white
handkerchief shows with a pale hutter
at the windows. Butts gets up and
steps back into the Office. The kid
looks up more'n half asleep.
"'Tel Mr.. Mcfarland I'll see him
tomorrow, Gays Butts, and saunters
off downstairs.
'The door of the carriage swings
open and he steps inside. A. the car
riage started tue arms of Wild Willie
went round his neck, and for the first
time she began to cry. Joe's arm
goes about her, but lie says nothing.
Gas they drove by the Jail they hear
Joe's neighbor singing, 'Where Is My
Wandering Boy To.night?' No matter
where they went. Pvc kept my prom.
ise and told you how Butts the Phan-
tom beat the Sheriff. New York
journal.