Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1897-03-18

took It. Peterson began to undress,
and the light went out
McCandless stopped from sheer want
of breath.
But what has all this got to do
with the reward?" asked Mrs. Allen,
with woman's doubts.
"Give me time. One minute" said
McCandless. There is plenty of evil
dence. I marked the house with a
piece of chalk. This morning | was
round there early and pumped the col
ored servant, who was sweeping the
sidewalk. She told me that the occu-
pant of the second floor front was
named Andrews. From her descrip-
ton there could be no doubt he was
identical with Peterson. | asked her
about his habits, and she said that he
was often absent until the small hours
of the morning. The woman was his
wife, and they had an infant two
months DID, They had been in the
house about five weeks, which would
correspond with the time Peterson has
occupied your hall bed room on the
top floor
McCandless looked at Mrs. Allen
triumphantly.
What do you think of that for de-
tective work?" he said.
"You were right" returned the land
lady admiringly. Peterson is a sus-
picious character, probably criminal.
as you supposed"
HE is the very man the police are
looking for. OF that I am convinced, .
said McCandless. "Just read that
from the Morning Post"
Mrs. Allen put on her spectacles and
read aloud as follows:
.'The police have reason to believe
that Thomas Gallagher, alias David
Moffett, alias Morton, alias Geoghe-
gan, who is wanted for highway rob-
berry, and for whose apprehension re-
ward of 1000 has been offered, is in
hiding in this city. They hope to trace
him through his young wife and child
who are living somewhere on the West
side''
Can there be any doubt of it, Mrs
Allen? I am going to communicate
with my friends at the Central Office
at once. The reward is as good as Sc
cured, and when we get it, Mrs. Allen,
I'm going to put question to you.''
The buxom landlady blushed and
cast down her eyes.
you're a gay deceiver, Mr.. McCand-
less" she said.
That night McCandless let Burke
and Roache of the Central Office into
the house at 10 o'clock and concealed
them in the basement Peterson had
nights when he was accustomed to
visit the house. McCandless was on
tender hooks, fearing his prey had es-
capped them. About II o'clock the rat
tie of a latch key was heard in the
front door. A click, and it opened.
McCandless looking through the parlor
portieres recognized Peterson. At the
end of half an hour McCandless and
the officers mounted noiselessly to the
top floor. There was the sound of a
voice in Peterson's room, sad and
labOred, as of some one in deep aft1lc-
ton. They listened intently.
"Remorse burdens my spirit, they
heard the voice say Hardened as I
am in crime, I have some conscience
left. Perhaps it is the still small voice
which tells me I am not a lost soul.
Oh, could l but atone for this last
damning crime by giving myself up to
the officers of justice! I would gladly
do so if the act would not involve
others. Oh, my God, how shall I at
tain to that peace which passeth all
understanding?
Then the voice fell and silence fol-
lowed, so profound that McCandless
could hear his heart humping. He
whispered hoarsely to Burke and
Roche: cit is your man; break in the
door,"
81 guess we're safe," said Roche to
Burke
cts go, if you say so" said Burke.
Roche, heavily built man, without
another word threw his shoulder
against the door, the lock gave way
and the Central Office men rushed in
with levelled pistols, McCandless at
their backs with sword cane.
sThe games up" cried McCandless,
dramatically.
A pallid and very much scared young
man rose from a chair at a table COW
cred with sheets of paper. He was in
his shirt sleeves, and his hair was
touzled.
What is the meaning of this intru-
sion?" he demanded. '.Do you want to
kill me?"
'No, only to lock you up" said
Roche.
my God, gentlemen, it's a mistake. .
"There's no mistake about it, .
shrieked McCandless; your names
not Peterson, and you know it. .
The young man looked confused and
was silent
Burke made a rush at him. over
turning the table and sending a bottle
of ink splitting in all directions. In a
twinkle he had pair Of handouts on
Peterson's wrists.
1--WE must go round and take the