The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-08-09

Bohmn, a former tramp, who has long
been a familiar figure on the coast, oc-
casionally working for a short time
and then with his scanty earnings GO
ing off with a dog and a tent to tho
woods, where he lived a gypsy life UT-
Ill his money was gone.
This transformation could be ac-
counted for on no ordinary hypothesis
A hobo Of yesterday living the gilded
life of prOfiigate nObleman. Nothing
was too good for the baron He fell in
with the game as one to the manner
born; that he knew Of better days be-
fore becoming an outcast was evident.
With q retinue of lackeys ever at his
/, heels fawning sycophants to fiatter, he
did the swagger with the ease of a
Beau Brummel A rain of gold he
shOwered upon his friends. Carriages
for drives. yachts for outings, every
thing responded to his beck. What
jolly days and nights there We're for
the ladies of the ballet And the sup
pers with carte blanche to the chefs
there were none like them in town.
Wine, women, mirth and laughter. -
and the baron paid the freight with a
cOndescending Indifference that caused
the jewellers to gasp in awe. But was
he the kind of man, were he tramp
or exquisite. to successfully plan and
carry ont daring train rObberies2 Did
he have a third phase of existence, that
OF the fearless highwayman?
Maitland determined on a bold ven
I ture. The next day he called on Baron
Won Staal. As he was going up the
stairs TO his lodgings he met slip of
girl There were tears in her blue
eyes and her lips were trembling with
suppressed sobs.
What is the matter. little girl? Can
I be Of service to your" ne inquired
gently.
mo. sir. have been bringing flowers
every day for the gentleman who saved
my life. They told me he was pleased
to get them. But today a lady is with
him and she threw my flowers out of
the window and told me I must not
bring any more, for they annoyed him.
That's too bad. There may be
some mistake
"Oh, sir, do you think SOP"
/ viii try and find out for you. What
is your name2"
Mabel Davis. sir. I live with my
aunt over on Telegraph hill. We are
TOO poor to buy flowers, but 1 gathered
them for him."
We'll. don't worry. I am on my
way to call on the baron. and will make
inquiries and let you know. Meet me
here tomorrow at this hour"
The girl thanked him and Maitland
went on. He rang the bell and sent in
d caro- with the message that he was an
eastern tourist who had heard of the
baron's heroism and called to pay his
respects A tall, dark woman received
him. She was beautiful and dressed
eXtravagantly, but there were lines of
dissipation in her face and the keen
eyes Of the detective discovered cigar
cite stains on her taper white fingers.
Il beg your pardon for this seeming
intrusion, baroness. hut I did not wish
TO leave the city without paying my re-
spects to your brave husband. I hope
he has sufficiently recovered to receive
me-"
Flattered by the distinction Of being
taken not only for a wife but a baron
ess the woman ushered the visitor into
the room, where a man lay on a richly
draped couch. His pale face was kindly
and prepOssessing, although certain
lines about the mouth and chin be-
tokened Incidence and weakness of
character. Not the face to match the
hand Of the robber was Maitland's
mental comment. The baron gave him
a welcome with his free hand and he
sat down. The right arm of the prodi-