Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-07-30

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 Early the next morning deputy sherin from Joplin put in an appear. ance. He was new to the office, and he fairly swelled with official importance and puffed his cheeks until he resembled cherub in their fatness
 I'm here to arrest tT-st hoss stealing feller and take the clssk roadster oi Leonard & Go. back to 'em. Lord, what nerve the thief had to unite that hoss in US stall and ride off with him? In broad daylight, too, and folks that seen him thought he were takin' him out for air In. Here's my orders and credentials to get the aninile and have the felIef taken back to Joplin for a trial-if he lives to get .there;' and he winked at the crowd that was gathering and in- creasing every minute. .
 Can you describe the man?" asked Lawyer Denison, stepping to the. front.
 Moo" said the deputy, ,"but know the hoss, and the feller that rode it Is the thief-he can't explain that away"
 Wait moment, my friend. You are not judge and jury in this case, and have heard the prisoners story, that he bought the horse from man who was g stranger to him. He must be given time to prove that. Meanwhile, can you identify the horse?"
 "Yes. yes, fetch out the horse-he's the evidence in this case" called out an authoritative voice from the crowd.
 Read description of the animal first" commanded Lawyer Denison, in cool, curt tones
 "Certes. Here it goes. A red bay, black mane and tail. white star in his forehead-high stepper-gets over the ground like bird''
 That's him, an he's a beaut," bawled loafer, who had not seen the horse or it's rider. The heart of Andrew Denison sank within him. To gain time he began to badger the deputy.
 You are positive that your descrip. ton of the stolen horse is correct?"
 Sure. Got 1t from the, owner, the man that raised him from a colt"
 You are willing to swear that the horse which is here is the same anil mal?"
 Sure. That's what I'm here for-A we've had pointers. Why, the star on his forehead will be evidence enough won't it?" - p
 Bring out the horse," ordered the lawyer, turning to the keeper of the jail. we will see if the identification is complete. Keep back"-to the threatening crowd, t'the prisoner has not yet been proven guilty"
 A murmur of admiration burst on the air as the proudly stepping horse aI o1S n hNv Y>fI Inr fc9o ,I chagrin. The finely proportioned road ster was dingy brown instead of bright bay. He had not white hair in his coat, and the star in his forehead was not ever so faintly visible. His mane and tail were of the same uniform pale brown, and he gave no evidence of having been carefully groomed during the season. His shape was good, and there was speed in his apparent action these were his best points.
 Well, I'll be hanged said the dep- .uty, what kind of fools errand am I on, anyway? never saw that horse in Joplin or anywhere else. You can give the stranger his nag for all me. I'm takin' the next train home myself"
 The prisoner was free. He did not de- lay lOI tndAAS O4 P0AAOys puI, AAO0ntllAS the waiting horse, was off like the wind. A shot was fired after him for luck. Andrew Denison's heart throbbed high l with dread and thanksgiving-his namesake had escaped by a very narrow margin. A few weeks later he received a letter from distant state. It read. S@ Lawyer Denisonst Your dislike of lynching bees would have saved my life even if my own devices had failed Only a sure fool like that deputy would have seen that the horse was dootored-a It, tie powder had changed bay to brown and erased the telltale star. feel cer- tain that you were mind reader enough to know the truth and humane enough to save me for relations sake. Pardon the ruse have sold the horse for a goodly sum, which would gladly send you, but dare not. My name is not and never will be--Andrew Denison."
 The lawyer tore the letter into shredA and cast them to the winds. Some thing tells me that have compounded felony" he said to himself, "but even so, better that than the death of one criminal at the hands of Judge Lynch But, what goodiy outside falsehood hath!' Chicago Record Herald
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