The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1904-07-28

predations, to genial Frank Walker,
who. after four years faithful service
at police duty, had been promoted by
the decease of old Ned Tyler to the
captaincy of Station 4.
Captain. Walker was young. in fact,
only thirty, and perhaps that was the
reason he took it so hard.
It was tough, though, that two
mornings after his appointment, he
should wake to find that the biggest
burglary in ten years history of the
Police Department had been commit
ted the night before. And the worst
of it was. it had occurred in his own
district, and in section patrolled by
one of his best officers. For on the
cashiers desk of the Forbes National
Bank, on that bright October morn
ing, when the office boy opened the
great doors, lay brand new kit of
burglars tools and bit of pasteboard.
And the pasteboard was not soiled,
either, as might have been expected. 1t
was of the conventional size, and on
it, in the daintiest Of engraving, was
the following:
"Mr. Daniel Perry Moynihan."
{. And beneath it, in clear, clean chi
Biography:
''To the new captain of Station 4,
with compliments"
2 It was a challenge.
z; Captain Walker recognized the fact,
and so did his brother officers, WHO
were older than he, but who had not
got the office.
Alone IN his room, with only his pipe
and Dick, the police dog-who seemed
to have taken a great fancy to him
for company, the new chief thought
over the matter. He thought long
!. time, and at last had an idea.
3 Any way he gave orders to the SER
geant that when Officer Lynch. on
whose beat was the Forbes National
/. Bank, came, he wished to see him. ::
It was IL o'clock, and to- the mem-
bers of the Recreation. Club. down in
Thatcher street, the ledge of the even
ing" was just on. Mr.. Daniel Perry
Moynihan, we'll educated. clever and
rascally, was President of the club. 1t
was a sumptuously furnished retreat.
The members, from the character of
their "occupation," received high
( wages. and could afford to be lavish.
And Moynihan would have only the
best. Several we'll executed etchings
adorned the walls, few. paintings,
ard here and there, at random and in
odd corners, as if somewhat ashamed
Of themselves, pictures representing
sporting men and events.
"Ah, Dan, but you're a changeahle
boy" said one. Of the members.
"How's that"
~'Thursday night burglars sneaks
and dark lantern, and tonight evening
dress and diamonds.
''Well, you fellows ought not to kick:
you get your share, you know" Moy-
nihan answered, laughingly.
''That's right" and a CHEEKY "good
night" followed the chief as he left
the room.
Moynihan, after 4 somewhat circui-
tous route, reached the street.
Cautiously he looked out. The coast
was clear, and he stepped down into
q dark alley.
As he reached the pavement he al
most fell over a man seated on the
curb with q forlorn looking bulldog
beside him.
He was shabbily dressed. and the
genus seemed very apparent.
Hello, tramp
"Well, what if am; there's no use
rubbing it into man."
"What's the matter:"
Nothing I know Of
"Just as thought; dirty tramp
and dirtier bulldog" he said to him
self.
"Are you hungry?"
Yes
The metamorphosed burglar was 81
lent for a moment. Guess I'll risk
It," he muttered below his breath.
"Sa-, mean, pard! You come
with me and Ill find you something to
eat"
In five minutes the dress suit. the
dirty tramp and the sorry bulldog were
in the parlor Of the Recreation Club.
There was an ominous silence for a
moment when they entered. but Moy-
nihan remarked: It's all right. boys,
an old friend of mine in straitened cir
cumstances."
And the seedy tramp nodded en-
phatically. and doffed. his diSrepujablc
old hat. The sad eyed bulldog curied
up on a rug before the fire.
Come with me-" said the chief. and
the pair passed through a doorway
into a cozy diniEg-room. The eating
room was unoccupied save for wait
er, and they took seats at one Of the
little tables.
''In q few minutes. John" SaiG Moy.
nihan; come when l ring
A moment later they were alone in
fhc room