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

was park policeman"
Have you ever seen Peterson carry
anything upstairs?"
IL have" -sturned Mrs. Allen i'm
pressively.
State what II was"
II cannot, except to say that II was
a bundle which he held tightly under
his left arm"
McCandless was perplexed.
| did you ever find anything In Peter
sons room on any morning following
his occupancy of TT" he said. after q
pause for reflection.
Nothing: absolutely nothing"
This Is one OF the most singular
cases l ever heard Of" said McCand-
less decidedly.
What do you think of it," ventured
the landlady.
Think of it? Think Peterson Is q
suspicious character who will bear
watching. He may be a counterfeiter,
a forger, fugitive from justice"
Mrs. Allen was distressed and fright
ened.
What am going to do about it,"
she asked.
Leave everything to me-" said Nc
Candless reassuringly. Il will make
it my business to clear up this mys-
terry. Peterson shall be kept under
surveillance"
Several days passed during which
McCandless was very taciturn at his
meals and went to and fro in brown
study.
When Intercepted by Mrs. Allen he
merely said: Il may have something
for you in a day or two"
Sure enough, on Saturday morning
McCandless asked with non-commit-
tai air to see Mrs. Allen in the parlor.
by the way" he began In a thick
voice, II will see that you have check
for my account in the course of few
days, but wanted to talk to you
about a much more important matter.
| / think have run Peterson to earth. "
| McCandless said this in grave, con-
fidential tone.
You don't say so, Mr.. McCandless.
What have you found out about him.
For answer McCandless drew from
his pocket thick paper, which he
slowly unfolded, showing a poster
! printed in very black ink with cut
of mans face at the top.
Read it, Mrs. Allen" urged her
lodger huskily.
This is what the landlady read:
Look for Thomas Gallagher, alias
David Moffett, alias Morton, alias Geo.
hogan. Wanted for highway robbery.
Height 5 feet 8; weight, lat pounds.
Spare face, dark eyes, small mustache.
When last seen wore a brown SLOUGH
hat. dark coat mixed trousers, and
CATERS. One thousand dollars reward
will be paid to any one giving evidence
which shall lead to his conviction.
Thomas Binns, Chief of Police"
Now, want to ask you, Mrs. Allen,
whom that picture resembles"
The landlady studied It hard.
Does it not bear strong resem-
blance to Peterson, Mrs. Allen?"
That's what l was thinking myself,
MI. hCSduucSS. Il C<lu SWt<ii W
but it looks a good deal like Mr. Peter
son."
When l think of the way he hides
! himself in your house, Mrs. Allen,
comes in the night and goes in the
night, l could almost swear Peterson
is Thomas Gallagher. But l won't rest
until prove it. and I'm going on his
trail tonight"
The following morning McCandless
came down to the breakfast table red
eyed from the want of sleep, but in
high spirits.
Gould see you in the parlor, Mrs.
Allen?" he whispered as he slipped
away from the table.
The landlady excused herself as soon
as she could and made her way up
stairs with all the speed her embon-
point would permit. She tingled with
curiosity to her fingertips.
II have made great discovery" Nc
Candless burst out as soon as she had
shut the door behind her.
Yes, yes?"
Peterson is living a double life and
he is probably the man Chief Binn is
looking for. The reward is almost
within our grasp"
How do you know? What have you
found out?" said the landlady, her
generous bosom heaving in her excite
ment.
McOandless spoke rapidly, evidently
carried away by his discovery.
Last night Peterson left the house
at 2 o'clock and / followed him, wear
| ing gums. He walked as a quick pace
toward Washington Square-so fast
in fact, that had difficulty in keeping
him in sight. Crossing the square, he
entered a house near Sixth Avenue
with latchkey. There was one
! lighted window on the second floor OF
| the house. In moment / saw his
shadow on the curtain. could iden-
tify him by his SLOUGH hat and by his
| figure. A woman came and stood be-
| side him. Suddenly there was the cry
| of an infant, loud and shrill. The
woman disappeared. Her shadow fell
on the curtain again, and she had ia
her arms a child. She held 1t out to
Peterson. He removed his SLOUGH hat
and took the child. For an hour he
carried it to and fro in the room. AT
length its cries ceased, the woman
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 dc
/ uifh tho Word 7v aekad Mro Allan