Arizona republican., 1905-05-07

four hundred dollars, if we don't have to divide with some son of a she monkey!" And Coffin, grabbing his hat in his right hand. pranced about the room and began on the Harvard yell.
 The Chinaman, shocked at the noise, and in imminent fear of attracting at tention to the illegal enterprise, had grabbed him and stihed his fifth "Rah!" when. suddenly, with a hoarse yelp, the watchman at the lookout burst into the room, giving the alarm for a raid of the police, and threw two massive oaken bars across the iron door. In an instant the tickets, pellets and books were swept into a sack and the men scattered in all directions, sweeping down tables and over chairs to escape arrest.
 Run for your life or we'll get pull led!" Coffin called out to the Klon- dyker, who still held the ticket in his hand, and he made a break for one of the blue doors. Coffin ran for the exit but stumbled and fell across a chair, striking his diaphragm with shock that knocked the wind from his lungs. For fully a minute he lay there writh- ing, without the power to move, gasp ing vainly for breath. The blows on the door were redoubled in energy, and of a sudden the wooden bars split and gave way, the lock shot off into the room, the hinges broke through the woodwork jambs, and the door topp1ed and fell. It was now too late for the Freshman to escape; a dozen men jumped into the room and seized the few Chinamen left. To his dazed sur prise the attacking party was the very same group of men he had taken for Eastern tourists as he entered, now ev- idently plain clothes detectives who had been cunningly disguised to es- cape suspicion.
 These, after their prisoners had been handcuffed, ran here and there, drag ging more refugees by their queues in punches from adjoining rooms and halls. but most had made good their escape through the many secret exits. hurrying at the first warning to the roof. to underground passages in the cellar, through the party walls to other buildings.
 When the last man had been secured, the crestfallen captives were taken downstairs, loaded into two patrol wagons and driven to the California street station. The Klondyker was not among their number.
 As the Freshman was searched and the hundred dollars taken and sealed in an envelope with his name the booking sergeant told him that if he wished to deposit cash bail with the bond clerk at the City Hall he would be released. He might send the money by a messenger, who would return with his certificate of bail
 How much will it be-" Coffin asked
 "One hundred. probably"
 'Then I can't pay a messenger, for that's exactly all I have with me"
 "Oh. we'll" said the sergeant looking at him indulgently, there's an officer going up to the hall on an errand and coming back pretty soon. I'll get him to take up your money. if you want"
 The Chinamen were put into a cell together and Coffin was locked in a separate compartment containing single occupant, a weazened little man with a chin beard, wearing a pepper and-salt suit. At the irruption of wis itors, there arose from the woman's cell an inhuman clamor. raised by two wretched creatures. They shrieked like fends of the pit wailing in mock cry at the spirits of the damned. Coffin put his hands to his ears.
 His new companion regarded him with a watery blue eye. "All-fred nuisance. ain't it. Gosh, they yelp like seals at the Cliff House, I wish the sergeant would turn the hose on 'em. I would. They go off every twenty minutes, like a Connecticut all arm clock Never mind. we'll get out of this soon. What were you pulled for?"
 Coffin narrated his adventures in Chinatown.
 "Oh, you're all right, then. It's just a periodical spasm of virtue by the police. But I'm in for it. They're go- ing to sock it to me. by jiminy!"
 Whats the matter?" Coffin asked. l
 The little Yankee crept over to the ear and whispered myster- 1 iously, Grand larceny. They ain't | charged me with 1t yet. but they're | dence. And me a reformed man. I'm l a miserable sinner, but I've repented | and I've paid back everything to the | last cent
 Its persecution, that's what it is | don't mind the fine for vagrancy. but | I'm afraid if l have to go to jail I'll | lose my car"
 Lose your carl" said Coffin. amused | at the little old mans vagaries. You | don't think a street car will wait for | you while you're bailed out, do you?" |
 Mine will" Eli replied. That is | If it aint stolen"
 Stolen! Gee whizz, you're an Alice | In Wonderland, all right! Perhaps you | will tell me how they steal street cars ! In San Francisco, and how do you hap pen to have one to be stolen"
 'I see you don't believe it." said the | Yankee. "But it's as true as gospel. | I'll tell you the whole story and then | you'll think better of me"
 So saying he fastened his watery blue eyes upon the freshman and gave him the history of his life. THE STORY OF THE RETIRED CAR
 CONDUCTOR.
 l was born and brought up in Dux- bury. Mass. and I had a close call to escape bein' named Wrestling Brews- CT. one of my mothers family names. My father voted for just plain Eli Cook, howsomever. and dad most al- ways generally won.
 l come out here to Californy in '49. md hoofed it most all of the way. calculated to get rich without workin,'