The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1903-01-20
A DEAD ONE.
BY JOSIAH FLYNr AND FRANCIS WALTON.
Copyright by Josiah Flyht.)

ton there appeared in a Western news
paper an account of Cars arrest for an
ofense committed on the coast. 1t read
thus: Barnard Carr, alias Cincie Shorty,
was arrested by the local police last
The details of his crime nave not
vet come IN, but there is no doubt III the
minds Of the police that Carr is the man
wanted. The dispatch from - saic
that one Of the local banks had beer
taken in by a forged check calling for
SIS. 900, and the description of the alleged
forger fits Carr exactly. The mar mas
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 un-
known in Mexico. On account OF MS
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 a crime as serl-
ouSly as an artist takes his art, and the
neat Jobs that he has planned and done
bear out the report. The Sheriff states
that he was welcomed by the other pr1s-
oners in the jail as a most istlngulshed
parsonage. He is said to be very popu-
lar among criminals of all classes. II
gliltv 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
pIetc Investigations that have begun IL
1.-THE main stem of towns thousands of
miles away The four continents contrib
ute to the life on the pavement as well
as in the places of entertainment, and the
passersby and performers jabber in many
tongues and dialects.
The scribes drifted into a free and
easy" where men and women sing songs
and then pass their hats and bOnnets
arOund for pennies and h~a'pennies. 1t
was a sordid little place with a smell il
it that was composed of all smells OF
neglect, tobacco and alcohol Any one
in the audience who had a voice and d
song, or thought he had, might talk 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 tuln-
ed to a shabbily dressed little man sitting
alone near the piano player.
@'Barnie, you little tramp, are you
sober enough to give us a song?" he ask
- rl,~ ~~@l $50 So 49,
you'll get a swag if you Letter run right. >
Barnie gave the "'OuSe' the old jail
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 Yves 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 lineC
with copper The collection finished, he
took a seat near the scribes.
Il 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 vas told that he had guessed right
Thought so. Whatll you take?-or
me! Cant give you sham but I'm good
for anythin' in reason"
You're a Yank yourself aren't you?'
one of the scribes queried when the
drinks had been brought.
well that's as may be-
"Name's Carr isn't ito"
The little vagrant gave both scribes {
searching tlook.
"Who are you blokes? D. l know your
zone of the scribes reminded him O.
previous meetings in the States"
"Well I'll ae hanged! Say, come dowr
to my h%ang-out, Will you? You've pait
for this stuff: I'll get some booze an {
candle, an We'll chew the rag. There's
a lot I wart to know about old times.
We left the free and easy" and Bar
ME led the way toward the docks. He
insisted on purchasing some beer and
candle in a shop in the last street before
turning into a maze Of murky ~alleyways
and then guided us to a great barrel O
hogshead, hidden away among broker
boxes, discarded ship timbers and assert.
ed debris.
faint no parlor car, pals he ex.
planned, lighting the candle and setting
it in a tin socket in the barrel, but il
fits me. an that's all | want. Will yol
sit outside or come in? Can't all ge
in, that's sure"
The air was ~stagnaDt and warm to tn
touch, and wen in the open the lung,
labored. We sat on some plankS outside
1t was some time before Barnie's tall
turned naturally upon himself: he KEEP
asking about this pal and that pal, how
things were coming up over home,
who were still holding out in the per
fesh." who had gone under, which cop
pers" were in power, which ~"stirs'' wer.
easy or hard, what good touches hat
been made lately, who were "settled'
and who free, and about various othe,
things connected with the life on which
his imagination still dwelt with q Ger
tain pride. At last, however, when tn.
scrlbes had answered his queries as bes
they could, he said suddenly:
Il spose you want to hear my rag
newer now?"
The scribes smiled and nodded. TIL,
| little mans chnc,lInrc &y;ool l.. 4-I