Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1899-05-20
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have nahbed them both. wonld

have nabbed them both. I would
have gone openly to contract for the
delivery OF the cash. That wouldn't
do now, though. Only one thing
could be done, and that was to shad,
ow Boston Dick day and night, and
thus get down to Patter.
4 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 q
shining suit of broadcoth; ne took a
cab and drove to the Lavender Insti'
tute. He entered and remained an
hour. That beat me. Yet somehow
l felt that there was deep game Ago
ing on. 1t was possible that Boston
Dick had daughter attending Law.
euder Institute; still, that was uu.
likely.
81 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 n neat
little Irish girl about the Institute,
and one upon whom l thought l could
exercise my powers of blarney. She
was the chambermaid, and l often had
heard her singing in the yard back of
the house, as well as noticed her
standing at the gate which opened
out upon the back street. l 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 10 amuse herself
by standing at the half-opened gate
81 found out all about the inmates
of the house, and learned that such a
thing as man was an unknown crea
ture about Lavender Institute.
81 strolled by one morning, just in
time to see my Irish lass, whose name
was Annie McGlinty, emptying the
slop-pall into the gutter. AS the
water came down the brick gully
noticed little bunch OF paper Gid
ing along on the stream.
"My tongue was wagginS along al
high pressure, but my eyes were oil
the lookout, too. With my cane ]
drew the paper to shore, and, turning
abruptly to Annie, remarked:
"I thought you said there wasn'ta
man in the house..
"And neither is there said she,
saucily
"'Do any of the girls shave?' I in
CURED.
"Go long with you,' she said
laughingly.
"'Well, said I, If that isn't shay.
ing.paper, Til eat my boots pointing
to the rescued bit of paper.
eve both examined it moro closely.
There was no doubt about it! There
was father still on it, and little black
specks of hair.
"In whose room does that bucket
belong?'
"'Sure, an it's from the gurl's that's
dyin' with the neuraligy-the French
lady's ROOM
cit required but few more ques-
tons to give me the key.
'Patter Brumpton's slender figure,
his clear complexion, but above all
his ready wit and boldness, enabled
him to plan and carry out the scheme
of passing for French girl. 1t was
an exceedingly clever dodge, and a
better hiding place than Lavender In.
stitute would have been hard to find.
ut is more than likely Patter would
have escaped General Morgan's wrath
had be been more careful with his
shaving-paper-for, Of course, to keep
up his complexion, ho must shave
every day.
'rhcre was plain sailing after this
discovery. I swore out my warrant,
and having quietly informed Madam
Dalton of the character of her pupil,
went up stairs and arrested tho young
lady.
81 felt very sure would find tho
bonds in her trunk, but did not until
L broke it up with Ratchet. They
were neatly slowed away between tho
double board which formed tho back.
"There were five OF six thousand
dollars missing.
"The only suspicious articles found
in the trunk were flask of French
brandy, a revolver, q bunch of skeleton
keys, and Patter's unlucky razor.
"Somo people may like to know
what became of Patter Brumpton. He
died of consumption, only couple OF
months ago."