The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-17

as you supposed"
y "He 10 the very man the police ar
looking for. or that am convinced,
. said McCandless. Just read tina
from the Morning Post"
Mrs, Allen put on her spectacles an
3 read aloud as follows;
: "The police have reason to beliey
that Thomas Gallagher alias Dayi,
Moffett, alias Morton, alias Geoghe
+ gan, who is wanted for highway rob
; berry, and for whose apprehension re
ward of 81 coo has been offered, is il
hiding in this city They hope to tract
him through his young wife and Chile
who are living somewhere on the Yves
side"
Can there be any doubt of it, 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 it, Mrs, Allen
I'm going to put a question to you"
The buxom landlady blushed and
cast down her eyes.
You're gay deceiyer, Mr.. McCand-
less, she said.
That night McCandess 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 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 noiseessly to the
top floor. There was the sound of
voice in Peterson's room, sad and
labored, as of some one in deep Attic
ton. They listened intently.
"Remorse burdens my spirit" they
heard the voice say. Hardened as l
am in crime, l 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 if the act would not involve
others. Oh, my God, how shall l 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: ut is your man; break in the
door"
81 guess we're safe" said Roche to
Burke.
IT'S a go, if you say So" said Burke.
Roche, a 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 a sword cane.
"The 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?"
mo, 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 ii"
The young man looked confused and
was silent.
Burke made a rush at him. over
turning the table and sending a bottle
of ink spilling in all directions In a
twinkle he had pair of handouts on
Petersons wrists.
I'VE must go round and take the
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 it was
mistake and that he could explain.
This is the place" said McCandless,
the steps of a house on the
corner of Sixth Avenue He pulled
iercely at the bell, and when the door
was opened, McCandless led the way
Up to the second floor, Burke and Roche
lustling Peterson up before them.
Knock at the lady's door," suggest
I'd Burke, politely.
McCandless knocked.
A young woman in a dressing gown
on the threshold. When she
,aught sight of Peterson in the grasp
# the two officers of the law, with his
lands bound together in front of him,
he uttered a cry of fright.
"Oh, Henry, what have you done?
What is the meaning of this?"
1T is an outrage, police outrage"
hrieked Peterson.
Ha! ha! that's an old story" said
Burke and Roche simultaneously.
81 was arrested on suspicion of
round in the other ROOM"
aid Peterson. Tell them about it.
hey won't believe me-
A light broke on the young woman.
This is surely a mistake" she said
weetly. 81 am Mrs. Andrews, and
hat is my husband Henry, who is a
writer of plays We have a baby as
GU see. There he is in the crib. My
husband found he could not write at
ONE, the baby cried so much. So he
ired room somewhere else, and
here he went several nights each
eek To writn in nnacn cnrninr hnrnn