The age-herald., 1899-07-23

At this point, have to record, the deep ly wronged and misunderstood MT. Jones stopped to mutter energetieally in his own language.
 these robbers. Petrukirios himself is not hurt. He creeps in a hollow place and es- capes. The Americans with their German and his large spectacles they go on. having lost nothing.
 After that the gendarmes become very busy, to find Petrukirios. The consuls at Athens, they talk to the minister: the min ister he frightens the damned police; the damned police, they must find some one to say it is Petrukirios. You understand?R
 l said I understood perfectly. The same kind of thing sometimes happens in more enlightened countries.
 Then, says MT. Jones' triumphantly, 'there is my unhappy face, which the po- lice lie that it is the face of Petruldriosi Imaginer
 1 had no difficulty in imagining how such an impression would arise in the minds of the police, but I only raised my eye brows, as if surprised, and asked what the police did next.
 'They came to my little shop to take me prisoner" said Mir. Jones. 'I had to have many witnesses to prove that stay always in my shop working tobacco. That costs me much money.
 Again another time comes two-three English to make photographs in a lonely place of my country. One of them is taken away by this Petrukirios to the mountains; the others follow with strange dogs, as if to chase wild pig. What do I know? I was not there, was l. They find their countrymen. but they make a great noise because the robbers have taken away his watch and his match box. For that again the country is searched.
 "PetrukirioS went to London, but they look for him there. They came one night at midnight and he Jumpes out of the win dow of his little lodging house. It was very uncomfortable. So I come to Ameri- ca"
 This struck me as rather an abrupt end- ing to MT. Jones' story.
 ''Did the police again trouble you? I asked him.
 ''I did not wait for them" he answered. ''I knew them for stupid men and the worst liars of the world My wife said to me. Let us go to a free country Honest peo- pie no longer prosper in Heilas.' We came She rolls the cigarettes in Broad way"
 Certainly MT. Jones, alias Phistekopulos, treated Clarence and me with distinguished hospitality. His room was rather close; no doubt, but his cigarettes were good, and his little daughter, pretty child of 8, who called herself Minnie Jones, and said she was in the fourth grade, brought some very good black coffee
 What struck me as most remarkable" I afterwards said to Clarence, twas the exact and vivid way in which MT. Jones described the exploits of Petrulxirios."
 ''Yes," said Clarence, "and how he came to know all about the watch and the pipe that Englishman lost before the police of his native town had time to persecute him about it. I wonder whether he raised the price of his passage, and his family's by selling his tobacco factory? It must have been considerable establishment"
 'I daresay he will soon be just as pros- porous over here," I said.
 Not doubt of it," said Clarence. '~Theres a great field for men like that in New York. And some day Miss Minnie Jones will be a conventional American matron, and forget that she was born on the Gulf of Corinth And her brother George Jones, may be a member of con- gress and forget that his name was once Georgios Phistekopulos."