Virginia citizen. (Irvington, Va.) 1891-1921, 1904-12-02
A CHASE AFTER $40.
How A ''Smart Alec Philadel-
phia Officer Maliciously Repre-
sents a People who Showed
Him Many Fayors.

Northern brethren who get SO terribly
mixed about the South:
Jane Jess up missed ten dollars. This was
some weeks ago She told John Saunders, who
boarded with her. and John helped her 20 look
| for it. The ten could not be found
Jane became suspicious and notified the
police that the money had been stolen She
told John that the detectives were coming
The next day John. with box tucked under
ono arm and a bundle under the other left
the house for visit, he said, TO his cousins
Just around the corner. Jane waited three
days for him TO come back and then told the
police that she believed he took the money.
Cannon. Central Office detective wasn't
too sure that Saunders was the guilty man,
but he went on the trail nevertheless and n
clue took him to Baltimore.
He found Saunders had been i'm town. lint
had taken boat for his old home in white
Stone, Va. Cannon hunted for the boat which
| his man had boarded and finally found it,
The boat looked like reformed freight
barge which had resolved not to lead so fast a
| life. Cannon spent fifteen hours on tho
waves. and in the dead of night was reused
| from sleep.
Here's white Stone" said the captain. and
pushed him down the plank. A deck-hand
! gave him shove and he landed i'm a growth
of underbrush. The ropes were cast or i'm n
| hurry and Cannon was left on q small island
That's White Stone" the captain cried as
| he hoated away. Hope you will enjoy your
self. The towns right beside you.~
Cannon passed the night in a deserted shed
and at sunrise took his first view of White
Stone.
He found himself on little eminence. The
| island stretched a half square on either side
and In little hollow the only habitations
tor inv
settlement and had no trouble I'm finding
Saunders
where will 1 find John Saunders?" he
| asked the first man he encountered
That's my name" said the man.
cannon had saunders act as guide to the
Office of the Justice of the Peace. He dis
played his fugitive warrant and told the
Justice to get busy and take action.
The Justice was visibly perplexed. He
scratched his head and hitched up his overalls.
| He seemed worried over something. His
office was the hay loft of barn.
II swan if know what to do he declared.
what do have to do Mr.. Detective?, Can
non told him all he had TO do was to turn the
prisoner over to him.
| I'll do it," exclaimed the Justice ssCome
on up to the hay loft-I mean the courtroom"
They climbed dusty ladder, the prisoner
sandwiched in between.
Here you are. Courts formally opened
Take seat on the soap box, prisoner. Mr..
Officer, this prisoner is turned over to you 10
take out of this here State"
| Thanks" said Cannon as he heard the
whistle of the reformed barge on the ND trip.
He grabbed his hat and prisoner and they
made for the landing. They caught the boat.
Saunders was arraigned i'm City Hall police
| court today, and Miss Jcssup told her side of
the case. Magistrate Koohersperger thought
| IL weak case and held Saunders in $500 bail
for a further hearing. Both man and woman
are colorcd.
| II didn't take the money" said Saunders
after the hearing, but didn't deny il 20 the
detective because was coming up to the city
again. Only came down TO pay a visit to my
folks and it saved me the expense of ticket
back TO town"
This presumptious Fatstaff came
down on one of the Weems steamers
few are better that leave Baltimore
and landed about a. M, the
usual hour, at White Stone wharf.
The landing has nothing about it to
resemble an island, more than there
is the Rappahannock four or five
miles broad on one side. The wharf
is long and costly one, one of the
newest and best of the thirty-odd on
the Rappahannock. There is
genteel waiting room there, and if
Cannon spent the hours intervening
before dawn In deserted she'd" il
was because he was more idiot than
knave (though doubted). Or maybe
he was on easy terms with his Phil
adelphia "firewater." Most prob
able if any part of his story
verges on truth this does. The
village of White Stone-one of the
most prosperous, neat and sociable
In the five counties of the Northern
Neck-is distant one-and a-half
miles. There were numerous passen-
gers and much freight on the boat.
and Mr.. Pop-cracker could have
easily gotten to the village hotel.
But this is not the most consum-
mate flight from truth that Mr..
Pop gun engaged in. When reach
ing the District Constable, McKen-
ney, coralled the supposedly fleeing
Saunders, turned him over to the
magistrate and all hands persuaded
him to return to Philadelphia with
Cannon. The latter had no papers
that called for recognition in our
courts. The return of Saunders was
voluntary. The magistrates court
is in the second story of G.. w. San
ders Il Sons large grocery, and
respectable room it is, adjoining on
the same floor law offices of local
Tattorneys, and is reached by a flight
OF fairly respectable stairs. No such
conversation as Cannon states ever
passed between him and magistrate
James. 1t existed only in Cannon's
diabolical brain which was too
shallow even to furnish the humor
that the reporter embellished his
story with.
i But the most despicable part of
the ingrate's yarn is the aspersion of
benightedness he endeavors to cast
upon people, the soul of hospitality
and rural refinement. Cannon was
entertained the whole day without
charge and driven around sightseeing
behind a good team with the ribbons
in the hands of Mr.. Mcnamara, one
time postmaster at White Stone.
1t is little wonder that Northerners
who know not our people and our
ways gather wrong conceptions about
the South when a number of those
, who chance to come South do so with
, venom in their breasts and return to
spew ont their noisome bile through
constituencies "space- writer's"