The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1899-06-22


have gone openly to contract for the
delivery OF the cash. That wouldn't
do now, though. Only one thing
could be doue. and tina. was to shad-
ow Boston Dick day and night. and
thus get down to Patter.
II found Boston Dick in couple
Of days, and kept him under my eye
right along.
Zone Sunday afternoon he came
out OF his house dressed up in a
shining suit OF broadcloth; he took
cab and drove to the Lavender Ins.i-
tute. lie entered and remained An
hour. That beat me! Yet somehow
I felt that there was deep game ago
ing on. It was possible that Boston
Dick had daughter attending Law
ender Institute; still, that was uI-
likely.
II determined to pipe about the
place myself. and accordingly put an
other man to shadow Boston Dick.
81 rugged myself up as a spruce
young Irishman, having seen neat
little Irish girl about the Institute,
and one upon whom thought / could
exercise my powers Of blarney. She
was the chambermaid, and often had
heard her singing in the yard back of
the house, as we'll as noticed her
standing at the gate which opened
out upon the back street. I had sew
eral interviews with her, and sue
ceeded in getting into her good graces. !"
"These interviews had mostly been
at dusk, when work for the day was
done. and she liked TO amuse herself
by standing at the half-opened gate.
II found out all about the inmates
of the house, and learned that such q
thing as q man was an unknown crea-
ture about Lavender Institute.
II strolled by one morning, just in
time to see my Irish lass, whose name
was Annie McGliuty, emptying the
slop-pail into the gutter. AS the
water came down the brick gully /
noticed little bunch OF paper glid.
ing along on the stream.
my tongue was wagging along al
high pressure, but my eyes were on
the lookout, too. With my cane
drew the paper to shore, and, turning
abruptly to Annie, remarked:
"I thought you said there wasn't {
man in the house.
"'And neither is there said she
saucily. :
"'Do any Of the girls shave?' in
1uired.
SEQ long with you,' she said
laughingly.
: "'Well.' said I, If that isn't shaw
ing paper, I'll eat my boots, pointing
: to the rescued bit of paper.
"We both examined it moro closely
l There was no doubt about it! Their
was lather still on it, and little blacl
specks of hair.
, "'In whose room does that buckle
belong?'
"'Sure, an it's from the gurl's that
dyin' with the neuraligy-the Frencl
. lady's roor1.'
''It required but few more ques
. tons to give me the key.
- ''Patter Brumpton's slender figure
lbs clear complexion, but above a
. his ready wit and boldness, enable
=. = him to plan and carry out the schem
! of passing for a French girl. It wa
= an exceedingly clever dodge, and
|" better hiding place than Lavender In
stitute would have been hard to fine
: 1T is more than likely Patter woul
L have escaped General Morgan's wrat
. had be been more careful with hi
= shaving paper-for, of course, to kee
:. up his complexion, he must shaw
e every day.
u There was plain sailing after thi
discovery. I swore out my warran
u and having quietly informed NADIA
g Dalton of the character of her pupil,
g went up stairs and arrested the youn
D. lady.
l II felt very sure I would find IL
K bonds in her trunk. but did not unit
L I broke it up with a Ratchet. The
b were neatly slowed away between IL
!, double board which formed the bacl
"There were five or six thousan
l. dollars missing.
,, 'The only suspicious articles foun
in the trunk were flask of Frene
N brandy, a revolver. bunch of skelete
y keys, aud Patter's unlucky razor.
,e "Some people may like to kno
l, what became of Patter Brumpton. T
ID died of consumption, only o couple
e months ago."