The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1901-11-22

Btlckford stepped TO him and made q
hdSty examination.
SLOUGH hat" roared the leader or the
four. Here we sat an hour with the
man we wanted within arms length
of us. oh, I've mind to kill you IN
his stead
Rather" said the cooler speaker,
''let us hurry to join our comrades.
1t cannot be difficult to trace a leather
jacket and SLOUGH hat tonight"
They hurried away, leaving the
Waterman much relieved
But now he was in a terrible stew.
Not only had he lost his leather
gone. There was no doubt in his now
half sobered mind that the rascal had
paid him ) francs for no other purpose
than to obtain his keys and go
through the buildings under his care.
mon Dieu. Mon Dieu. NJ. de Bull
lionr' he groaned.
With all sorts OF horrors coming up
before his mind, the Waterman started
on run to intercept a policeman. He
cried out as he ran and at nearby
corner almost stumbled into the arms
of sleepy guardian of the peace who
was almost ready to club the watch
man for disturbing his calm and hap
py meditations.
ooh. come with me-" walled the for
lorn Waterman. "A thief has robbed
me of my leather jacket, my SLOUGH
hat and my bunch Of keys
"Well, that is a loss indeedw growled
the officer did this successful thief
take a shoe lace as well, or perhaps
buckle from your waistcoat?"
ooh, indeed this is no testing mat
terri groaned the poor despolled watch
man. He is a rascal and with the
keys can go through all the new
houses of NJ. de Bullion. Even M. de
Bullion himself is in danger, for he
sleeps in his office tonight with money
to pay his workmen tomorrow"
The police officer was no longer
asleep. nor did he feel like joking He
sprang at once into alertness and agil-
ity. He blew a whistle and then start
ed on a run for the new buildings, with
the Waterman putting in agony at his
heels.
First to the rooms of NJ. de Bull
llon!'' said the officer.
Here, here. groaned the watch
man. up these stairs!'
A horses hoofs were heard. A
mounted officer had heard the whistle
and galloped to the scene.
The three excited men swarmed up
the stairs
This door-this door, said the
Waterman.
They tried the door. 1t was locked.
an. de Bullion. NJ. de Bullionv
shouted the horse gendarme. "Open
this door"
There was no answer.
mon Dieu. He Is already murder
ed!' walled the Waterman.
The two officers and the Waterman
put their shoulders to the door and
with a mighty push burst it open.
The dingy lamp stood again on the
shelf. 1t was not needed this time. A
police bullseye sent CLEAN of light in.
to the farthest corners.
Here! In here! cried the frenZled
Waterman.
They followed him into the office Of
NJ. de Bullion. They heard him sore; IN.
They saw what he had discovered
Nj. de Bullion dead in his chair.
"Oh! Hav shouted the policeman
who had been first met by the watC h
man. Help here! This door just
movedw
The two sprang toward a closet door.
They tore it open. They dragged forth
into the light of their police lamps
grimy wretch in a leather Jacket and
SLOUGH hat. with blood stains on his
face and hands.
'"The murderer they shouted. "And
caught almost In the very act! Come.
NJ. lie Cutthroat! You are wanted at
the headquarters of the police!