The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-07-30
The Woman In the Case.

work, She doesn't furnish most of
the crime, but she gives most Of our
clews. That's what seems so tough.
She usually give her life to protect
the man she loves, yet in nine cases
out of ten she helps US to bag him. I
cant help feeling that It isn't square
deal, and it always strikes me as hard
that the feeling that's best in man
is so often the thing that turns him
over to the law.
Time after time, I've seen man
who was practically safe, out of our
clutches, come creeping back inside
the danger line for the sake of wo-
man. l guess I've broken up or pre-.
vented as many happy reunions as the
next man, but I'll be hanged If I
enjoy it. even if it does mean winning
out and getting new feather in my
cap.
Even when the man is /, scoun-
drel and the woman isn't candidate
for Spotless Town, if she thinks lot
of him and he thinks enough Of her to
take big chances for the sake of see
ing her, cant help wishing l could
have had chance at him in some
other other way.
"I've turned up young chap late
ly. He was married about three
months ago, and a few weeks later
his employers accidentally stumbled
on graft he'd been working. He was
one of these good-looking. smooth,
likeable fellows, and everybody had
all kinds Of confidence in him. was
called in, but the boy got tipped off
some way and made run for it.
HE didn't have time to see his
wife or send her any word. I'm sure
Of that. Her first news Of the thing
came through US, and il, broke her ell
to pieces. She wouldn't believe it at
first, and when she had to she wilted.
No rcw. no Mysteries, just white, cold
hurt. That's the worst sort. I'd
rather they howled. It's healthier.
There was no use bothering the
little woman. She couldn't help us.
It took only few minutes to find that
out, 30 we started OUT on other trails.
1t was funny thing, but we couldn't
get trace of that boy. He'd drop.
ped off the earth.
1.-The firm wanted him, wanted him
badly, and there was just ono sure
way to play the game 1 sat down
to watch the woman. They had been
married only little while and he was
plumb dotty over her. He had had
the nerve to go away without seeing
her, but he wouldn't stay away. He
was foxy, too, that lad. He didn t
even write to her. Of course, we
couldn't tamper with mail, but we
could see her letters before they went
in to her, and I suppose he thought
there was some chance of letter 8
furnishing clue.
'The girls mother came to stay
with her. Their fat was on the east
side. We took o little chubbyhole in
a place across the street and kept a
man there.
There was a solid month with
nothing doing. The girl used to stand
at the window most of the time. Even
after the lights were out at night the
street lamps would show her there,
sometimes until long after midnight.
People came and went and we had a
good look anthem all. Finally one
night about 8 o clock an old man went
into the house.
HE looked like respectable old
cove, his whiskers and his figure
weren't mates, and there was some,
thing off color about his manner. He
didn't come out again. The lights
went out all of sudden. They usual
ly burned late. We camped in ves-
tibule nearby. AT 2:3O the ancient
and venerable came sliding into the
street. We stopped him. He was
our man all right enough. The girl
was at the window leaning out a
little to watch him so. Satisfactory,
wasn'tit? Well, l felt like a sweep.
"Half the time the woman goes to
the man. If they are really in love
with each other, she'll 60 if he sends
for her. They may wait long time;
but sooner or later, if he doesn't
come, she'll go, and all you need to
do is to follow her and watch her. T
went all the way to Honolulu
with one little woman, to see her
meet her husband. They both came
back with me week later.