The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1903-01-18
A DEAD ONE.
BY JOSIAH FLYNr AND FRANCIS WALTON.
Copyright by Josiah Flyht.)

an Id rather like TO die easy. GOd
knows, I've lived hard!'
About two years after this conversa-
tion there appeared in Western news
paper an account of Cars arrest for an
offense committed on the coast. 1t read
thus: Barnard Carr, alias Cincie Shorty,
was arrested by the local police last
night The details of his crime have not
yet come in, but there is no doubt in the
minds of the police that Carr is the man
wanted. The dispatch from --- said
that one of the local banks had been
taken in by forged check calling for
$4,000. and the description of the alleged
forger fits Carr exactly. The man has
one of the longest police blotter records
in this country. He has operated with
one graft and another in practically
every State of the Union, and is not I'M
known in Mexico. On account of his
neat appearance and unobtrusive man
ner, he is sometimes called The Gentle
man Crook but he fraternizes with
tramps as we'll as professional criminals.
He is reported to take crime as seri-
ously as an artist takes his art, and the
neat Jobs that he has planned and done
bear out the report. The Sheriff states
oners in the jail as a most distinguished
parsonage. He is said to be very popu-
lar among criminals of all classes. If
guilty of the crime for Which he has
been arrested, the probability is that he
will be given a severe sentence. Carr
has employed the best counsel in the
city, and a telegram has been sent to the
famous criminal lawyer Ames, in Frisco. -
Six months later the Under World
was notified that Barnard Carr had re-
ceived eight years.
A short time ago the two scribes were
taking a stroll in Lime street, Liverpool.
At night it is one of the most instructive
promenades in England for a man who
wishes to know things; and one can COM
plete Investigations that have begun in
the main stem of towns thousands OF
miles away. The four continents contrib
ute to the life on the pavement as we'll
as in the places of entertainment, and the
passersby and performers jabber in many
tongues and dialects.
The scrbes drifted into free and
easy" where men and women sing songs
and then pass their hats and bonnets
Z
was a sordd little place with smell in
it that was composed of all smells OF
neglect, tobacco and alcohol. Any one
in Che audience who had a voice and q
song, or thought he had, might take the
! floor and put his opinion TO the test OF
| popularity.
On the evening in question there had
been a lull in the proceedings, and to
break it the master of ceremonies turn
ed to a stability dressed little man sitting
alone near the piano player.
"Barnie, you little tramp, are you
sober enough to give us a song?" he ask
cd. There's good 'ouse tonight, an
| you'll get a swag if you letter run right.
Barnie gave the 'ouse" the old jai
song of the Boston burglar, which runs:
was brought up in Boston.
A place you all know we'll;
Brought up by honest parents,
And now I've gone to hell;
But my character was taken,
had to hit the trail;
And His Honor he showed me into
jail
The song was none of the best, and the
mans voice was cracked and the piano
player knew but little of the tune. but
the audience cried, Ear, earl" and
clapped and BARNES hat was we'll lined
with copper The collection finished, he
took a seat near the scribeS.
II amt much on the melojous how,
he said with a significant grin, ''but
can toss off a glass o sOmethin' hot.
guess you fellows is Yanks, amt you?'
He was told that he had guessed right
Thought so. What'll you take?-or
me! Can't give you sham but I'm goot
! for anythin' in reason"
You're a Yank yourself aren't you?'
one of the scribes queried when The
drinks had been brought.
We'll that's as may be-"
"Name's Carr isn't il?
The little vagrant gave both scribos {
! searching tlook.
"Who are you blokes? d l know your
| lone of the scribes reminded him o
! previous meetings in the States"
! well I'll De hanged, Say, come dowl
to my hang out, will you? You've paiC
for this stuff; I'll get some booze an ;
candle. an We'll chew the rag There
a lot 1 want to know about old times.
We left the free and easy" and Bar
ME led the way toward the docks. H
insisted on purchasing some beer and
candle in a shop in the last street befor
| turning into a maze of murky alleyWays
and then guided us to a great barrel o
hogshead. hidden away among broke
boxes, discarded ship timbers and assert
| ed debris.
a" Tain't no parlor car, pals" he eX
planned, lighting the candle and setting
it in a tin socket in the barrel but i
fits me. an that's all l want. Will yol
sit outside or come in? Can't all sc
in, that's sure
The air was stagnant and warm to tn