The evening times. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1895-1902, 1897-10-30
One of the Consequences.
tFreIa the Chicago Tnbune)

Rir.rs was dining AT "a Madison STREET
restaurant. His seat happened to be nea-
the front door and Commanded a view of
the street but be was too deeply absorb al
n fulfilling an engagement with the extra
cut Of roass beef, well done and without
any gravy. which he had ordered .le NJ
commodsting waiter To bring him, 20 note
what Yves going on outside.
Happening u east his ewes III the direction
when IL hadnearly finished his roast how
ever, ne was surprised To see a group of
idlers standing in front of the door aud
looking iHtentlv at him.
He glanced at his reflection in the plate
glass mirror set in the wall ut his elbow To
see II there was anything unusual or pc
culiar in his appearance.
H.. saw nothing to warrant anybody in
taking him for a freak of any sort and
thinking that Nigh, be mistaken andtha5
he gazers possibly Were looking at some
body behind him, he went ON win his
dinner,
The crowd, however, rapid : grew larger
The men and boys standing near the door
were gradually forced inside by the pres
sure behind them ana as they came neaTng
Rivers saw Enthusiastically that he Was the
object If their curiosity.
1t was becoming embarrassing
Ordinarily Rivers is a man of much self
possession and equal to any emergency that
comes along, hut this was something en-
tirely out of the common.
Did the crowd take him for Fitzsinrmons
Or COrbctt?
II was impossible. He looked more like
John James ingalls, than prize-fighter
For the same reason il wa S impossible that
they could have Inistaken him for u re-
turned Klondker.
ApgIy policemen with hoarse voices
wanted 30 know " hat they We're bh,cking
up the si,lewalk for, anyhow.
Tall men in the outskirts OF the crowd
lifted their little boys up and told them
to take a good lookat him.
Rivers hastily grabbed his check, went
to the cashiers desk, paid his bill, and
started 81 leave the resta urant.
The crowd made passageway for him,
but closed In behind him, and at the head
OF a proeessi N of several hundred pcrs,ns
the bewildered Rivers moved hastily along
tie street, a cold perspration brea king out
ON him as he walked.
He looked, right and left.
There was no escape.
Then i've tnrned in despair and faced the
crowd.
WHAT are YOU following me for he
asked What do you "a Ike me for
eve know who you are" said one of the
men nearest hiHa. you're the man that
went to Cuby and freed that gal fro:u
prison"
"yyho told you so?"
"A chap with IA curled nustache. He
come along while you was settin' at that
table and pointed you out. We're ON 20
you, all right
A Thought struck Rivers.
'.Did the man who pointed me out have
n light brown overcoat on?" he asked.
yes"
And white felt hat?"
Yes"
"wear IL a little on one side OF his head?H
''He did; that's right
Its Brooks" groaned Rivers. III
kill him on sight"
Row Rivers mounted step In front of
clothing store, eXcitedly pulled letters
and other Documents from his POCKET to
establish his identity; besought the crowd
20 GO away anf let him alone, and how he
finally succeeded, with the aid of sever al
policenI IN, indispersng the mob and making
his wav home, it is not the purpose now u
relate.
Eut it may he stated, DIS having some
bearing on this painful narrative, that
Brooks is still in hiding.