Austin's Hawaiian weekly. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1899-190?, 1899-07-15
AUSTIN'S HAWAIIAN WEEKLY.

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that met him again at the shop, quite innocent
like, never letting on what had seen and done J
He didn't say word to me and acted as pleas
antly and innocentlike to me as possible, ending|
up by inviting nle to go out and take smile andi
to go with him that night to swell dance. Byl
Jupiter my blood boiled, and up and went for
him and gave him an awful tongue lashing, and
something came into my mind, and out of my
mouth it went without my knowing it, and it was
only this I said: I know you Sniggles, you are
bloody murderer. and I'll give you away for
that other job YOU did before you came here, you
murderous villain. I never saw such sight as
he was when had said this, and felt sorry and
scared. He looked like dead man for some
minutes-it was awful-and then he fell in a
heap at my feet and moaned: Don't give me
away, Jimmy. for Gods sake: I've repented.' |
didn't know that he was murderer, but put it
on then little more and said We'll. I won't, if
you don't Use that file again on that boy any
one else | left him, but do you think | could
dance, eat, or drink, or sleep? Not bit of it.
| was thinking of that man and that file. that
red head and that livid scar day and night and
something kept saying inside of me. You on
the right track. Jimmy. the conner is getting
warmer. as we used to say in the old Christmas
games at hide-and-seek at home when we were
boys.
well, I couldn't stand it. so | took week off
to have regular drunk and good time, to see
if | could drive away these thoughts that were
making me crazy. Well. in those days there was
quiet snuggery-no matter where, it is now
pulled down. and there's sky-scraper on top of
where it stood-where many Britisfers went, and
especially Lancashire men, and there were lots Of
old English papers there reaching back many
years. 7 went there and called for my beer. |
was on my third when man passed me and laid
down right in front of me file of the Manchester
Guardian about ten years old. A cold shiver like
the first touch of the east wind at home went
through me, and, scarcely knowing what I was
doing. took up the papers and carelessy turned
them over There right before my staring eyes
was the heading. "A Terrible Murder and a col
umn of reading telling how man. foundry
man, had killed another man and his wife with
a sharpened file. had been sentenced to be
hanged and had escaped from Jail, and it was
supposed had committed suicide or Joined one
of the armies in the American Civil War There
was the description of Sniegles to the dot, and
so I had caught the murderer. and could claim
a big reward. 7 slept that night and I didn't
drink any more"
What did you do about it Go to the police?'
"No. thought it over. I called him by his
right name and told him that ! had found him
out, and he must leave the shop at once: and I
would get him another job, and I then introduced
him to another blackguardly English scoundrel
hated who made lots OF money in bounty jump
ing"
"What did you do that for?"
$50 that I might give the pair of them away
to the boss, who was colonel in the Northern
army, and had billet in New York.
"And did your?
"Oh yes. They were soon tracked through my