The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-08-23

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"Goeo on" nc cried. "Pu make yer
| present of that trip"
| tenancy of Johnson's News would not
] be disturbed before the 31st. OF course
her death was known to the firm, but
their written promise to her was YER
bally confirmed to Philip by the man
ager. 1t was now the 25th. He had five
clear days, perhaps six, in which to
make all his arrangements. The forced
seclusion of the prison had helped him
In one way-it gave him programme,
q detailed plan. Each step had been
| carefully thought out, and Isaacstein's
Office was the first stage in the cam
paign.
A prowling hanson passed. Philip
whistled.
where's the fare?" demanded the
cabman angrily, looking up and down
the street
| Drive me to Holborn viaduct. quick"
said the boy, with his foot on the step.
| Cabby eyed him with scorn.
| whats the gymeP' he growled.
Dyer tyke me for mug, or what?"
"Oh, don't talk so muchr' cried Phil
ip impatiently. Are you afraid won't
pay you? See! II you lose no more
time, I will give you this" and he held
mp two shilling piece for the cab
mans edification
1t Is difficult to surprise your truo
| Cockney whip. The man carefully fold
, cd the evening paper he had been
| reading, stuffed ii under the strap
which held his rug and cape and CHR
ruped to his horse:
kim up, lazy bone, We've got
millionaire crossin' sweeper inside.
What, no! Any bloomin' perfession is
better n drivin' keb."
The run was shorter than Philip an
ticipated, but, true to his promise, he
| proffered the two shillings.
The cabman looked at him. Some
thing in the boys face seemed to strike
him as curious, and, Notwithstanding
Philips rags, his skin was scrupulously
| clean.
Cow on" he cried. 'I'll make yer
present Of that trip. 'Ope it'll Civ yer
fresh stawt in the world. Kim up,
will yer! And the hanson swung
away into the traffic, leaving the boy
standing on the pavement on the north
side of the viaduct. He made mental
note Of the cabs number. 1t was easy
| to remember-three SIS and 0-and
walked on toward Hatton Garden.
Meanwhile the cabman after varying
luck drove to his yard, changed horses.
secured a fare to theater and Joined
the Haymarket rank while he took a
meal in the cabmen's shelter.
whats today's bettin' on the Ma
tional?" he asked a friend
The evening paper was passed, and
he cast an eye over its columns. Sud-
denly he ripped out string of express
sions that amazed his companions.
"What's the matter, Jimmie? Miss
ed a 20 to 1 chance at Lincoln?'
"Great Scott, l thought he'd lift the
roof off,
go easy, mate. There's lydies out
side"
But the cabman still swore and gaz-
ed round eyed at the sheet. And this
is what he read:
The boy, Philip Morland whose pos
session of collection Of meteoric dia-
monds of great value has created so
much sensation, was brought up on re-
mand today at the Clerkenwell police
court and released. Mr.. Abingdon thought
ft to hear the case In camera, so this rag
ged urchin is wandering about London
again with a pocketful of gems. He was
last seen entering q cab In the neighbor-
hood of the police court and inquiry by |
our representative at the Hatton Garden |
Offices Of Mr.. Isaacstein, the diamond
merchant, whose name has figured In 4
connection with the case, ELECTED the In |
formation that Morland called there about |
d. m. Mr.. Isaacstein positively refused /
to make any further statement for publ i
cation, but Il is probable that develop |
ments in this peculiar and exciting affair \
will take place at any moment.
In a word, the journalistic world was
exceedingly wroth with both Mr.. Alb
ingdon and Mr.. Isaacstein for baking |
It Of a very readable bit Of news. No
effort would be spared to defeat their
obvious purpose. Philip must be- dis
covered by hook or by crook and badg-
cred necessarily until he divulged the
secret of the meteor.
At last the cabman became lucid.
I'm doner' he groaned. my brains
are a fuzsbalI. Ere, some one drink
nv beerl IN soin' IN fer cowcow.