The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-12-27
His elbow Passenger

Bill stubbins. by Jovel How are
Hello. Sammy. Yesshahd. Come and
partake of liquid refreshmenter along
| O. met"
Bill Stubbins, the burglar, and Sam
Whisker, the pocket picker. then ad-
! journed to a neighboring public house.
Your very good 'ealth!' said Bill
stubbins, quart pot in hand. "And 'ow's
the world a-usin' your"
Very badly. I'm getting disguised
| with pocket-picking. It does not pay Ike
| burglary
Don't you make no error" said Bill
Il wish I possessed a slithery and like
yours, an I'd never crack another bloom
in crib. Nature intended you for the
| pocket-picking line, an she hevidently
wouldn't ha' presented me with big
clumsy paw and a servicable thick cad.
But what's given yer the 'ump?''
my latest failure. A corn merchant
named Jackson goes from Hull to the
Leeds exchange every Tuesday TO collect
money owing to him. He gathers about
5000 every time. He always carries a
black bag with him
you ought to pinch that bag"
81 did so once. while he was having
tea at a restaurant, and as there wasn't
a cent inside I put 1t back again where
I found 1t. I made inquiries, and
found that, before leaving Leeds, he
changed all his cash into bank notes for
the sake of convenience. At different
times I've had my hand in every one Of
his pockets, but nary a note could I
find. I don't know where he puts them
dashed if I do"
why, hang it! I could pinch them
there notes myself, though that sort o
works not in my line
will you try?"
Eyes, an you shall ave art the swag,
only let me ave some o. them base hire
lings O. yours to help me. I'll dress up
ike toff, an if I don't succeed I'll suck
pap"
On the following Tuesday Mr.. Jackson,
black bag in hand, entered an empty
compartment OF the train bound from
Leeds to Hull. A short, stout, loudly
dressed gentleman followed shortly after.
He had no sooner taken his seat than
a party Of eight noisy passengers came
in and filed the compartment. Just before
the train started the ticket examiner
come to inspect the tickets. The eight
noisy fellows produced tickets for aHli-
fax
You're in the wrong train" said the
ticket examiner.
Are we? Goodnessi Let's get out,
then. What a narrow squeak
They all rushed out, and one Of them
gave knowing wink to Bill Stubbins--
the stout, loudly dressed passenger-and
Bill Stubbins winked knowingly in re-
turn.
I'm glad them low class ribalds hev
gotten out" said Bill to his fellow pas
senger, with a superior air. I'VE now
hev the carriage to our own privacies."
I'm glad, also,' replied Mr.. Jackson,
with a smile, as the train started.
'WilI you haccept of one o. these ere
cigars?" asked Bill, producing an elegant
25-cent cigar case.
Thanks, ves!"
Mr.. jackson took three or four whiffs
and then he fell asleep.
"Quick's the wordl" muttered Bill, and
he at once began operations on the black
bag. He searched the bag and all Mr..
Jacksons pockets. He even explored his
boots and made thorough examination
in the region of the genteman's chest,
but all in vain.
'WelP I'm iggerfied-completely fab
bergasted" said Bill.
Just then Mr.. Jackson, whose coat and
vest were off, fell heavily on the floor
of the carriage, face downward.
Whoa said Bill. Lets lift the
sleepin' beauty up-great Scott! Hurrah!
What lucki'
To his intense establishment, Bill Stub
bins noticed that Mr.. Jackson had a
pocket behind his trousers, and in this
pocket ne found 81, 800 in bills.
Now, I'll make insurance douSly
sure" he added, as he placed a small
bottle under Mr.. Jackson's nose.
Next morning he read the following
item of news in the daily paper:
Just as we go to press we received
the information that Mr. Jackson, corn
merchant Of Hull, was drugged and rob-
bed while travelling by rail from Leeds
to Hull last night. MIR. Jackson is a
struggling merchant, and. although he
transacts a large amount of business, his
share of the profit is comparatively small
and there is no doubt but that the loss
of S2,OO0-the amount stolen from him
will completely ruin him. Mr.. Jackson
has an invalid wife and a large family
dependent on him. Further details will
De given in our next edition"
In the evening Mr.. Jackson received the
remarkable letter:
'dere mr. Jaxson sir
I'm that tof in the railway caridge
which give yew that sigar, and in this
envlop yew'll find the 1880 1 pinched from
you, not noing yew was pore man, I've
he'd a fife with man who put me up to
the job, but won, as this Letter shows,
for we fitted for the $500
excuse bad righting, for mine rs are
that blak and bunged with sans fists
that I cant hardly sea, don't like pockt-
pikn, tell yewer pore wife I'm sorry If i
made her eny tller. and give all yewer
bony kids a kis from yewers very sor-
rowlv, Bill STUBINS."