Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1897-07-29

chicken, tin of soup, some eggs,
packet of sweets, sticky piece OF
candied peel, and last, but not least, .
bottle of port.
What's the meaning of this ?" said
the detective, sharply, feeling vaguely
that some trick was being played upon
him. s'What is it i? A picnic, card
party, or what? Apparently you're
in new line
sob, yes, said Jem sullenly, GIVE
stole 'em all. -
And after that he made no remark.
He sat staring at the stone floor, with
his coarse hands clasped together by
the handouts, and with strange, al
most bafled, expression on his face.
I'll tell yer wot," he said, raising
his head suddenly, !" if yer'll cum wi
me I'll show yer the bloke that put me
up ter this job. It's str'ight--no kid
din, an I swear as if yer does I'll cum
back quiet swear I will. Yer can
bring Snaith with yer an some more
coppers if yer LIKE don't care.'
The detective looked at Jem in
silence for a moment. Something
about the case struck him as peculiar.
ID was not like Jem BROKER to steal
eatables when better things were to be
got with the same risk, and he felt
desire to know what it meant.
So with fine disregard of the rules
and regulations of her Majesty's
prison he bundled Jem and Snaith
into cab, and with another police
man on the box, they were driven to
small and filthy court short distance
away.
There they all three mounted the
dreary stairs to the dingy garrett where
John Endleton sat with shaking
shoulders watching his dying son.
| At the sound of footsteps he raised
his head and looked round. With
sudden establishment he saw that Jem
was handcufed. He saw the police
man and the detective, and then
Hartly stepped into the middle of the
room.
He looked round expectantly.
''Well, he said, "what now?" He
had expected to find perhaps half a
dozen roughs. He had hoped that
Jem might have given him some valu
able information-some clew that he
had been unable to pick up himself;
and now all that was to be seen was
man and a sick boy.
'What do you mean by this?" he
demanded, turning to Jem, and the
thief pointed with his manacled hand
to the bed.
s'There's the little cove as started
me on this he said; and Hartly
snorted impatiently.
''Look here, Jem Brooker," he said,
''you won't make things any better for
yourself with trickery. Now, what's
the reason for this FOOLS errand?"
Jem stood up.
9That's tn meanin' of it," he re-
peated, still pointing to the bed. cts
the little bloke there as set me on it
i'm as is dying for things to eat.
There e is. S'elp me, that's wot 1
done it for"
Hartly turned round sharply and
looked at the boy. Then he stepped
across the room and peered down at
the wan face that was blue with cold
and pitiful with hunger, and all at
once he became aware that there was
q strange silence in the room, and
when he looked again he saw the
father staring breathlessly into the
boys face.
He saw it only dimly before him,
and then it faded away to picture OF
his own son. Some vague astonish-
ment at Brokers behavior passed
! through his mind-he had never ex-
pected to find heart under the mans
rough exterior-and then he strobe
/ suddenly across the room to the top OF
the stairs.
ct say, Harris Harris" he shout
ed. $50 back to the station at once
and get those things that are on the
table there. Hurry up, now. BRING
the port and the soup, and you'll find
q cup and saucer in the cupboard. Be
quick. You'd better take the cab;
and, oh, I say, bring corkscrew!'
Then he went back and calmly I'M
locked the handouts on Jem's wrists.
To-day Detective Hartly is not quite
such hard man as he was. He has a
great belief in the human nature, and
even the tender heartedness, of the
greatest of criminals, and sometimes
he will cite the instance of man
whose heart, cankered with evil and
hedged in by vice, was reached only
by the small fingers of a child.-Tit-
Bits.
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