Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-08-27

tenancy Of JohDSon's News would not
be disturbed before the 31st. or course
her death was known to the firm, but
their written promise to her. was ver-
bally coniiriAcd 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,
detailed plan. Each step lud been
carefully thought out, and Isaacstein's
office was the first stage in the cam-
paign.
\ prowling hanson passed. Philip
whist,ed.
where's the fare?" demanded the
cabman ang:iiy, 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.
"What's the gyme" he growled.
oyer tyke me for Il mug, or what?"
"Oh, don't talk so much" cried Phil
ip impatiently. Are you afraid l won't
pay you? See! If you lose no more
time, l will give you this" and he held
up two shilling piece for the cab
mans edification.
1t Is difficult to surprise your true
Cockney whip. The man carefully fold
ed the evening paper he had been
reading. stuffed it under the strap
which held his rug and cape and CHR
ruped to his horse:
kim up, lazy bone! We've got q
millionaire crossin' sweeper inside.
What, no! Any bloomin' perfession Is
better II drivin' keb."
The run was shorter than Philip an
tici2ated, but, true to his promise, he
proffered the two shillings.
The cabman looked ut him. Some
thing in the boys face seemed to strike
him us curious, and, Notwithstanding
Philips rags. his skin was scrupulously
clean.
Cow on" lie cried. "I'll make yer
present Of that trip. 'Ope it'll Civ yer
fresh stawt in the world. Kim up,
will vert" And the hanson swung
away into tie tragm:c, leaving the boy
standing on tie pavement OH the north
side of the viaiuct. He made mental
note of the cabs number. 1t was easy
to ren,cnber-tEree S's and Il 9-and
walked on to i'a"tl II,tton Garden.
Meanwhile the cabman after varying
luck drove to his yard changed horses,
secured Il fare 10 Il t.i"ater and Joined
the Ilaymaiket rink while he took a
meal in the cabmen's shelter.
Whats tOday's bettn' on the Ma
tional?" he asked a friend.
The evening paper was passed, ana
he cast an eye over its columns. Sud
denly he ripped out a string Of express
slons that amazed his companions.
"What's the matter, Jimmie? Miss
ell a 20 to / chance ut LincOlnT
"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:
Tho boy. Philip Morland, whose pos
| session of a collection OF meteorlc dia'
monds Of great value has created &c
much sensation. was brought up on re-
mand today at the Clerkenwell ponce
| court and released Mr. Abingdon though,
i tha In ca this rag.
ged urchin is wandering about London
| again with a pocl;etful Of gems He was
| last seen entering a cab In the neighbor'
| hood OF the police court. and Inquiry by
| our representative at the Hatton Garder
] offices Of Mr.. Isaacstein. the diamond
| merchant. whose name has figured II
connection with the case. elicited the In
| formation that Morland called there about
s D. m. Mr.. Isaacstein positively refused
to make any further statement for publ
cation. but It Is probable that develop
ments In this peculiar and exciting ANAL
| will take place at any moment.
In a word, the journalistic world wai
exceedingly wroth with both Mr.. Alb
ingdon and Mr.. Isaacstein for baking
It Of a very readable bit Of news. NJ
effort would be spared to defeat theil
obvious purpose. Philip must be dis
covered by hook or by crook and badg
cred necessarily until he divulged tht
secret Of the meteor.
At last the eabman became lucid.
"Pm doner he groaned. my brains
are a fuzzball Ere, some one drlnl
my beer! Pm goin' In fer cowcow.
'ad this young spark in my keb tod!
an didn't know 1t. e offered me twt
bob, e did, an stood i'm drive as
treat, e looked sich a scarecrow."
"Who's next?" cried raucOus voic'
at the door.
81 amw roared the disappointed one
"Well, look sharp. There's holt
gent a-wavln' Is humbreller like mad
! Keep i'm. Don't let i'm go. I'll D'