Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1897-03-18

as you supposed"
HE il the very man the police are
locking for. OF that am convinced ?
said McCandiess. Just read that
| from the Morning Post"
Mrs. Allen put on her spectacles and
road aloud as follows:
1.-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 q 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 1t, Mrs.
Allen? l 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 1t, 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
not come, although 1t was one of the
nights when he was accustomed to
visit the house. McCandless was on
tender hooks, fearing his prey had es-
capped them. About IL o'clock the rat
tie of latch key was heard in the
front door. A click, and 1t 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 affiic-
ton. They listened intently.
"Remorse burdens my spirit" they
heard the voice say. Hardened as
am in crime, have some conscience
left. Perhaps it is the still small voice
which tells me l am not a lost soul.
Oh, could but atone for this last
damning crime by giving myself up to
the officers of justice! l would gladly
do so IL the act would not involve
others. Oh, my God, how shall / 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: 1T Is your man; break in the
door,"
II guess we're safe," said Roche to
Burke
Its 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.
THE games up" cried McCandless
| dramatically.
| A pallid and very much scared young
man rose from 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.
turning the table and sending a bottle
of ink spilling in all directions. In 4
twinkle he had pair of handouts on
Peterson's wrists.
I'VE must go round and take the
woman for Witness" said Roche.
They pushed and half carried Peter
son down the stairs to the street, Peter
son was hurried along across Wash
ington Square, protesting that 1t was
a mistake and that he could explain.
This is the place." said McCandless,
ascending the steps of house on the
corner Of Sixth Avenue. He pulled
fiercely at the bell, and when the door
was opened, McCandless led the way
up to the second floor, Burke and Roche
hustling Peterson up before them.
Knock at the lady's door," suggest
ed Burke, politely.
McCandless knocked.
A young woman in a dressing gown
appeared on the threshold. When she
caught sight of Peterson in the grasp
of the two officers of the law, with his
hands bound together in front Of him,
she uttered cry of fright.
"Oh, Henry, what have you done?
What is the meaning Of this?''
1T is an outrage, police outrage"
shrieked Peterson.
"Ha! ha! that's an old story" said
Burke and Roche simultaneously.
II was arrested on suspicion OF
said Peterson. Tell them about 1t.
They won't believe me-"
A light broke on the young woman.
This is surely a mistake" she said
sweetly. 81 am Mrs. Andrews, and
that is my husband Henry, who is a
writer of plays. We have a baby as
you see. There he Is in the crib. My
husband found he could not write at
home, the baby cried so much. So he
hired room somewhere else, and
there he went several nights each
week to write in peace, coming home
when he was tired"
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