The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1907-12-21
THE WAGES OF SIN.
Banker Walker Found a
Pitiable Wreck.
NEW BRITAIN NAN LIKE HUNTED DEG
Tracked by Detectives For Ten
Months, at Last Captured Far Back
In Mountains of Mexico In
God Forsasen Mining Camp.

da, Lower California, William f. Wal.
ker, abscondng treasurer of the Say.
ings bank of New Britain, Conn, was
seen by press representative.
Far back in the mountains, 100 miles
from Ensenada, the easterner was cap
tured by Pinkerton detective after he
had been tracked for the past ten
months. Walker Is almost wreck.
His nerve is gone. He suffers when
lie talks and trembles when any one
addresses him. From the splck and
span banker Of the east he has become
the hunted man of the mountains, with
eyes trained TO catch the first glimpse
of his pursueps, with ears awaiting the
sound of pursuit.
He Is like a trapped animal--sullen,
desperate, but careful when speaking
of himself
At Ensenada the man attempted to
avoid the searching questions of the
Pinkerton operator and finally admit
ted that he was the William Walker
wanted in the east. With downcast
eyes the man who Is alleged to have
escaped with more than $4,000 made
the confession of his identity.
II am the man you want" he said.
81 am william Walker, but | never
took those securities. l took nothing
that did not belong to me. | have no
money now. | have no securities. Do
what you will with me, but will new
er admit doing what did not do"
Walker will Immediately begin his
long journey back to face his accusers.
He will be brought across the line by
Pinkerton men and to Los Angeles.
The report OF the capture was re-
ceived by Superintendent Bailey Of the
local Pinkerton office. and he gave
out the first authentic news of the sue
cessful termination of the long search
According to his statement, Walker
would make no statement of the de-
tails Of the charges against him. The
accused man will he hurried east as
soon as requisition papers arrive. The
arrest was made by the 'Pinkerton de-
tective with the aid of the chief of
police of Ensenada and posse.
Back in the mountains in one Of the
most God forsaken spots on earth
Walker had been living the life of a
recluse. No one knew his business at
| the little mining camp. His compan-
ions were poems. The white man in
charge of the camp knew little more
than that Walker was travelling and
not for his health. He asked no ques-
tons. 1t is unhealthy to ask ques-
| tons from strange men In the En-
senada country.
| To Il man like Walker, who had been
used to luxury, who had spent his life
In the crowded highways and byways
of the east, the life of the mountains
was hell on earth. The food was
coarse, the country wild. the men un-
sociabe and inclined to he brutal
He slept in filthy howell on unclean
bedding.
To his hip he buckled a heavy re,
v0lver 1t was to be his last resort
He carried a small bottle of poison IN
his hip pocket. His resources were
gone. II he was captured he saw
only one ending-death. The Pinker.
ton operator knew of these things and
took no chances.
The chief of police and his men rode
with him. They went deep into the
mountains, through Smugglers' pass
| where 1t Is unwholesome for officers
and on into the deeper canyons and
then to the little mining camp Of Ba'
lare The sound of the approaching
horses drove the fear of capture deer
into the heart of one man in that
camp. Bareheaded and with his re.
volver clutched in his hand, man
came running from one of the nearby
novels. The Pinkerton man saw him
and leveled his revolver, but the nerve
Of the man before him had gone. He
gave a cry of horror at sight Of a
white man, spun about on his heels
and ran with queer shutting gait to-
ward his hovel. The detective had him
In dozen jumps.
At the last minute Walker attempted
suicide. First he made a vain attempt
| to press the revolver to his breast. He
was disarmed after short struggle
Watching the detective closely, the &C.
cused man drew small bottle from
his pocket and attempted to drink from
it. He was overpowered second time
His hovel was searched, but the miss.
ing securities were not found. He had
nothing either in the hovel or about his
person which could have identified him.
He might have died on the trail and
been eaten 10y coyotes and no one ever
been the wiser.
He had sought to lose his identity In
a faroff land and had been successful
up to the point when the Pinkerton
agent traced him to the border line
Walker acted like q man In dream
On a small mountain pony, between
two Mexican officers, he made the long
journey back to Ensenada, watched
day and night and always under the
close supervision Of the detective. BE
is but the pitiabe wreck of man.
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