The times., 1898-10-23
muttered, An shure who'd IA fought
Mr.. de Angels was an acrobatat?'

New York is a progressive city in the
ways that are dark and tricks that are
vain," and even the wisest sometimes
find it hard to keep pace with the fash
ions in crime there. Della Foxs press
representative tells how that clever wom-
an recently discovered two female bunco-
steerers in Gotham and of the witty man
ner in which she dealt with them. The
comedienne had been spending the hot
months rowing and fishing In the noun
tains and had acquired by that means
coat Of tan almost Ntoo heavy for fall
wear. Besides she bore other traces of
her rural experience and was a promising
bait for crooks of any sort when she
strollcd into downtown department
store one afternoon In September. She
had purchased a few articles and was
looking over some more when she was
approached by big woman with heavily
underlined eyes and hair that bore dis
tinctive marks OF having pecn in close
proximity with certain drugs well known
lowell. the profession. This parsonage
| looked at Miss Fox an instant and then,
throwing herself into the arms OF that
astonished actress. began a perfect fusil-
/ lade of remarks. AS soon as the enter
tainer could pull herself together she
naturally inquired the meaning of this
by surprised query In turn. well. well,
upon my word quoth the woman in ap-
parent astonishment, ARE you not my
old friend, Daisy Lawrence, of Whining
ton?"
Il certainly am not" replied Miss Fox.
wondering what 1t all meant. but deter
mined to see the adventure through. MY
name Is Annie Davis. and l come from
Yonkers."
Snt hatxy 7
to knowing YOU" said the other. But,
of course. l must be in error. and l beg
thousand pardons." And with this she
walked away abruptly.
But about five minutes later. just as
the actress was about leaving the store,
she was accosted suddenly by another
parsonage, much like the first. both in
manner and mode of speech. This new
| conner grasped Miss Fox heartily by the
hand and instantly insisted upon asking
| about the condition of Yonkers, the health
of Its inhabitants and especially of her
excellent friend, Annie Davis. Miss Fox
| protested that she did not remember her
| vis-a-vis, and was about to break away
| anGrily when she noticed her first ac-
| coster standing in a nearby doorway.
| looking on with the most absorbing in
| terest. Then, like a flash, the whole plot
| came over her and, determined to have
the best of the affair, she turned to her
acquaintance from Yonkers and remarked
smilingly that she was not Annie Davis.
Not Annie Davis," ejacu'atei the
buncoist. why, l could have"
| No. said Miss Fox, Il am not Annie
Davis, but L know her very well, and If
you like l will bring her to you" The
woman, whose face had fallen at the de-
nial. began looking pleased and Miss
| Fox continued: Miss Davis is an old
friend of mine. l am from Yonkers. too.
| My name is Daisy Lawrence and my
| family live in Wilmington" And then,
as she saw perplexity and sunrise
struggling in the countenance of the
sharper she added the finishing touch
with a deft stroke.
why" she exclaimed, there's my
friend now. Come and you shall see
her" Before the woman could prot ST
Miss Fox had fairly dragged her across
the floor and confronted each with her
accomplice.
Here she is" she remarked quietly
"This-this is Annie Davis from Yonk-
ers" And then she left
John F. Byrne, who Ia the proprietor
both of Eight Bells and Going 10 tht
Races is distinctly man of the worl'l
\ with the ideas and opinions of such per
sonage. one of his strongest teneEs Is tht
absolute belief that one who really live:
should suffer. enjoy and experience everS
| sensation known to man. and with thi!
en-! il. view he has tIG many laus haDi'
and a few risky adventures. One of th'
former occurred only a few lays age
when he walked into Chinese Laundry IL
New York to get his clothes. and discov
cred that the Celestial was out on SOM
| business or other. The room was filleC
with an odor that was hardly recognizable
| to Mr.. Byrne until he discovered pip
on the counter and realized that hi
| clothes cleaner had been smoking opium
This idea was strengthened when Slauc
about the room showed the acrobat
bowl full of fine, dark matter, which in
vestigation tod him was the drug lha
had been used. Mr.. Byrne aad nevtr in
duiged in that happy rasttme Known q
hitting the pipp, and 81, upon iindin
the materials suddenly spread before hir
he proceeded to make use of them in pur
suit of some new experience. He rolled
pill of the powdery stuff, as he had rea
should be done, stuffed it into the prope
receptacle and then, with little trepl
| dation, lit it.
The stuff sizzled and broiled a bit an
| a thin white smoke floated into the air
Ny Byrne had heard a great deal OF tn
| operation and he knew that this was al
! | according to Hoyle." He drew at hi
: end of the stem and the vapor entere
l his mouth. The comedian couldn't recog
S | nize the taste from what he had rea
n but 1t occurred to him that If all opiur
= was like that there was no excuse TO
0 the pipe as a habit. The smoke bit hi
tongue got into his nose and seemed t
4 his palate more like mixture of broile
t rags and soap than anything else. Nor
d than that, the stuff didn't &ppear to hav
n the desired effect and only served to tur
e the acrobats stomach and make his hea
a ache. He knew that insufficient quaint
e ties of the drug often old this and wa
:. about to get some more from the bow
g when the Chinaman entered and asked
: that rich dialect so easily translated I
i anything but paper, what he was doin
IT there Mr.. Byrne replied that he wa
O smoking opium.
n Opium said the Celestial, there's n
opium here"
n "oh. yes there is quoth Mr.. Byrn
right in that jar"
n Wing looked astonished a moment, an
n then he went to the vase in question, toe
n off its lid. and looked into it, After
. glance he turned around and began worl
~ ing Mr.. Byrne, almost dead from the il
:, | fernal odors he had created, waited Sc
:. ond and then asked, We'll? Isn't tn.
"a opium?"
% "opium, HE'LL" said Wing, without mo
= ing muscle Of his face: that's blu
= ingv'
i A very good story. is being told
lie Thomas Davis, of the firm of Davis