The Savannah morning news., 1903-04-19

and MIR. II. did not know him.. He
explained to the one legged man that
he lived in another part of town.
Huckleback chuckled. He did not
haggle over the large figure demanded
by the man. but went out and drew all
gave a small mortgage for the small
balance due from him, took his deed
and went ON his way rejoicing.
The next day he ushered small
army of the descendants of Ham,
Sheqn and Japet up to the lots. They
went on the land and squatted there.
They squatted for just about five
minutes. For large army of police
/ men and other we'll armed citizens,
of Heinecker, the railroad president,
on the opposite corner. And they
drove them off unceremoniously.
Eeinecker appeared. How dare
you" he cried in rage. How dare you
bring this rabble upon my property.
Get out with. you" He drove down
upon Huckleback as though he would
do it single handed.
! Huckleback drew himself up. This
is my property" he replied.
What" roared Heinecker. what
do yau say. you thief. It's my proper
ty." And without more ado, he
/, knocked him down. They took Mr..
Huckleback down to headquarters,
which was just what Huckleback
wanted, for he desired a chance to ex.
hibit his deed to the court. The judgA
looked at it. 1t bore the name of AL
brecht Heinecker. Albrecht Helm
ecker was the owner it was true. But
when they compared the signatures of
Albrecht Heinicker as he usually
wrote it, and that upon the deed, there
was some trifilng difference. 1t was
forgery
"A forgery" gasped Mr.. P. Huck-
swindled.S He started to rush out.
where are you going?" they asked
him. He said he was bound for the
office of the man who has swindled
him. They took him thither. The
office was empty and the bird had
fiown. They brought him back.
BY that time the great city official
was there. by the way" he suddenly
exclaimed, was the man that got
your money a smooth faced fellow
with gray hair?"
THAT was the man." assented Mr..
Huckleback.
The great official with one hand
raised in holy horror, and the other
grasping tight in its clutch a roll Of
bills that just made him whole, no
more, no less, gave vent to a whistle
of establishment.
why, great heavens, mani" he ex-
claimed, II thought / saw that man
myself. And I've seen him once be-
fore-over in New York. Why, that
fellow"
He paused and glanced, with COM
miseiation written on his face. at the
hapless Huckleback.
"Who is he?" demanded Huckle-
back, hes got my money"
Exactly" returned the other dryly,
land what's more he's very likely to
keep it. His. real name is John X.
Halloran. He's the greatest forger in
the East and he just broke Jail last
week. guess he's gone for good"
He took another firm hold on the bills
inside his pocket.
I'm very sorry Mr.. Huckeback,
for you" he said. But lets change
the subject. and salk about something
else. How, for instance, is my old
friend, Wing Shee, the laundryman.
We miss him very much in Chestnut
! Square"
Mr.. P. Huckleback still sits on his
three-legged chair with his one leg
on the window sill, contemplating life
in general, and the house moving BUSH
ness in particular. The letter carrier
passes him almost every day But no
more letters with a foreign stamp
have come. And if they did, II is safe
to say there would be no more $4,000
legacies inside.
For Mr.. Huckleback has had mis-
day in court. He has had his little
flyer, and is through, for good and