El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-03-08
HIS FELLOW PASSENG GER

Hello. Sammy Your and, Come an
partake of Il liquid rcfreshmcnter along
o me-
Bill Stubbins the burglar, and Sam
! Whisker, the pocket picker, then adj
journed to neighboring public house
Your VERY good 'ealth"' said Bill
Stubbins, quart pot in hand. An 'ow's
the wccld a-usin you:'
VERY badly. I'm getting Disguised
with pocket picking. 1t does not pay ike
! burglary
Don't You make no error" said Bill
| 81 wish possessioned slithery and like
! yours, an I'd never crack another bloom
in crib. Nature intentioned you for the
pocket pickin line. an she hevidently pre-
meditated for burglar, or she
! wouldn't ha' presented me with big,
| clumsy paw an serviceably thick cad
| But what's given you the Jump
! My latest failure. A corn merchant
named Jackson goes from Hull to the
Leeds exchange every Tuesday to collect
| money owing to him. lie gathers about
$1,000 every time. He always carries n
black bag with him.
you oughter pinch that bag"
| 81 did so once, while he was having tea
at restaurant, and as there wasn't n
cent inside l put it back again, where
| found it. l made inquiries and l 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 note could l find. l don't
know where he puts them-dashed if
| do!'
"Why, 'ang it, 1 could pinch them
there notes myself. though that sort o.
works not in my line"
Twill you try"
eyes, an you shall ave 'arf the swag;
only let me ave some O. them base hire
Inns O. yours to help me. I'll dress up
like a toff, an if l don't succeed I'll suck
pap"
| On the following Tuesday Mr. Jack
| son, black bag in hand, entered
empty compartment of the train bound
from Leeds to Hull. A short, stout.
loudly dressed gentleman followed short
ly after. He had no sooner taken his
seat than a party of eight noisy passen-
gers came in and filled the compartment.
Just before the train started the ticket
examiner came to inspect the tickets.
The eight noisy fellows produced tickets
for Halifax.
you're in the wrong train," said the
ticket examiner.
care we? Goodness! Let's get out
then What n narrow squeak
They all rushed out, and one of them
the stout. loudly dressed passenger. and
Bill Stubbins winked knowingly in re-
ply.
I'm glad them low class ribalds hev
gotten OUT said Bill to his fellow pas
senger with superior air. We now
hev the carriage to our own two priva-
cies''
Il am glad also" replied Mr.. Jack
son with smile as the train started.
will you hacccpt O. one o these ere
cigars?'' asked Bill, producing an elegant
% cent cigar case
Thanks; yes
Mr.. jackson took three or four whiffs.
and then he fell asleep.
"Quick's the world" muttered Bill, and
he at once began operations on the black
bag. He searched the bag and all Mr.
Jackson's pockets. He even explored
his boots and made a thorough exami-
nation in the region of the gentleman's
chest. but all in vain
"Well. I'm ggeried-compietely fab
gastigatedi' said Bill.
Just then Mr. Jackson, whose coat and
vest were off, fell heavily on the floor of
the carriage, face downward.
"Whoar' said Bill. Lets lift the
sleepin beauty up Great Scott! 'Urrah!
What luckn'
To his intense astonishment. Bill Stub
bins noticed that Mr.. Jackson had a
pocket behind his trousers, and in this
pocket he found 81 800 in bills.
"Now I'll make insurance doubly sure"
he added. as he placed small bottle I'M
der Mr.. Jackson's nose
He then dressed his dupe and placed
him snugly in a corner seat. Bill Stub
bins knew that he could not be awaken
ed under three hours, and, with an easy
and contented mind, he aiighted at one
of the intermediate stations and entered
,,.tr ,o,,t xr-ifI, in
his possession.
Next morning he read the following
item of news in the daily paper:
Just before going to press we re-
ceived the information that Mr.. Jackson,
corn merchant, of Hull, was drugged and
robbed while travelling by rail from
Leeds to Hull last night. Mr.. jackson is
a struggling merchant, and, although he
transacts large amount of business,
his share of the profit is comparatively
small, and there is no doubt but that the
loss of S2,O0O-the amount stolen from
him-will completely ruin him. Mr..
jackson has an invalid wife and n large
family dependent on him. Further de-
tails will be given in our next edition"
In the evening Mr.. jackson received
the following remarkable letter:
dere jaxon sir
i'm that toff in the railway caridge which give
yew that sigar and in this envlop yew'Il find the
$500 i pinched from yew, not noing yew a
pore man, i've he'd a fife with a who put me
up to the job but won, this letter shows, for
flied for the $500.
excuse bad righting, for mine is that blak
and bungd up with sans fists that cant hardlins
sea- don't like poktpikn, tell yewer pore wife i'm
sorry if i made her eny iller and give all yewer
bony kids kis from yewers very sorrowly
Bill SrUBNs.
London Telegraph.