The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-01-23

false an helps him put up a 'front.'"
declared the other. "But you kicked
in Payree about everybody bein' a
copper in Europe an a gun havin' no
papers in this country but coppers?"
ely ones. amt they They amt
COPIED out you an me; they're: as
dead as the stiffs in the front Officer
''They say Slifer got away with the
fullyl fifty thousand cause they only
smart, they are!r They think he's
| made plant somewhere"
! Shows you how dead they are.
They know about's much who COPIED
that con as Slifer does Course the
| police "a got to put up bluff an r.
glad to pinch ANYBODY, but you'd
tumble to themselves once in WHILE"
Good job for us t we wasn't
mugged that time that old Freckleton
got is glims on US. Three'years ago.
'Longer'n that; an besides,
old Freck's croaked. He's the only
man on the force It knew u.s.
"Oh amt leary, amt; but it's
pie to take your$eonstitutional without
everybody rubberin'. Say, I guess I'll
take bit Of a. leg-loosener an see
bout bankin' that dough in London.
That's where we need it in our bust
quicker. We want to mooch soon as
you can stand for the ante!'
"a right, but don't be long-1'm
dead to the world up here alone. So
Elongp' :. s+~.ss.
80 long!."
The! night 81 SHie beginning Of the
eighth week, after the murder of Pa
trolman. Hooper, Francis Prize and
James Schell were sitting eat whisky
in a fashionable, midnight resort on
Sixth avenue. Prize should have been
| at home and in bed; almost any lay
man could have told him that he was
gravely i'll. He was a %dime-novel
spectre, and the flesh had drawn back
on his homes till they began to stand
out in sharp angles. The inference
of an outsider would have been that
4 he was another&of the victims which
life in the fashionable midnight re-
sorts sometimes demands, but infer
ences made by outsiders show their
wit and not their knowledge. The
! only person present who really knew
what was what was James Schell, but
/ he would not have admitted this even
to Prize. There was look Of disgust
in his face while he watched the sick
4 man reach feebly for his glass.
Its a wonder you wouldn't take
bracer. You've been bellyachinl
around these joints for the last two
months, an I'm gettin' tired o. lookin
at you; T want to mooch to the Other
,, side. Any one 'ud think that that cop
per had hit you with a baseball ba
the way you play the baby act. HI
JUS gave you a love tap with his mace
that's ALL" ~Ss a'.-.
"A couple O. love taps like that ,uc
"a put out my light then and there,
answered Prize, warily. I'm a sicl
man, Schell.''
| "Sick nothin'. Why the devil dom
! you stay at home if you're sick? Yor
been followin' me about for the las
eight weeks like cur purp. I never
asked you to. Stay home an nurse
yourself If you're so knocked up; Tn
agreeable; I'm gettin' badly tired O.
hearin' you whine. You don't need tt
be afraid o. me; amt goin' to knocl
, against you: nobody'l1 ever. find GU
from met you an that fatty couldn'
hit it off together; can keep as deat
about that as you can. An I ain
goin' to do you out o. dough, either
You'll get all that's comm to 70,
when we get to London. It's banked
there, an half of it is yourn. But
: give it to you straight, I'm goin' t.
{ give you the chilly NIT If you don
: stop doggin' me round to all thes
\ joints
"YSu give me, the chilly mit?"
,, Prize sat upright in his chair Will
} an Obvious effort The hand Of dealt
was upon the man really, but he hat
, his grit with him.
THAT'S what said. You're all RICH
when you want to be, but won
stand for any more O. this shadowin
me about-see? What I think i
you're bughouse."
!, Merely to acknowledge that he wa
. sick was a confession which In the cir
; cumstances it had cost Prize more
than Schell realized to make. To ST
at q table with a man whom he hat
he was ''bughouse" was challengt
!, which even his weakened state coult
!. not keep him from accepting.
"Take that, you dufferw he hisset
|. between his teeth, and threw his bee
glass with all his might at schellpi
head.
The fight was over before the at
! tendants could interfere. Schell tried
!, to throw Prize to the floor, and Piri!
!. sent bullet thru his heart. His ligh
went out without flicker.
3 A man lay dying in the hospita
! ward of -- prison. Captain Brig
{ stock Of - precinct sat beside hi
, couch.
t Scheduled to croak all right. ain,
I? Raise me up q bit, Cap. Thanks.
"That's what they call 1t, Prize.
well, Cap, might as well tell vol
!. now as later. You got the wroni
8 bloke in the Hooper business. Slife
J: didn't do Hooper. Give me some NOR
I O. that dope there-quick-I-
t dyin'. Lord! but It's a dirty Job to die
: an me, tool die bad. That's VIII
Tn tellin' YOU
. The stimulant revived him for
|. moment.
!. Say, Cap. me an schell-you lis,