Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-09-18

But Ue name Whlcn was MS one tails
man james Wellgood
The man behind the boxes was used
to the name 'and reached out a hand
toward a box unusually well stacked.
but stopped halfway there ana gave
Eweetwater sharp ioos
''Who are your" he asked.
"a stranger" that young man put In
volubly, looking for James Wellgood.
thought perhaps you could tell me
where to find him. see that his let
ters pass through this office"
You're taking up another mans
time," complained the postmaster. He
probably alluded to the man whose ell
back TASK Dick over there; he knows
him."
The detective was glad enough to es-
cape and ask Dick. But he was better
pleased yet when Dick, fellow with
squint whose hand was always in
the sugar, told him that Mr.. Wellgood
would probably be in for his mail in
few minutes. THAT is his buggy
standing before the drug store on the
opposite side of the way"
So, he had netted Jones' quondam
waiter at the first cast! "Lucky!'' was
what he said to himself. "Still luckyr'
Sauntering to the door, he watched
for the owner of that buggy. He had
learned. as such fellows do, that there
was secret hue and cry after this
very man by the New York police;
that he was supposed by some to be
Sears himself In this way he would
soon be looking upon the very man
whose steps he had followed through
the Fairbrother house few nights be-
ton he had very nearly run the risk
of lingering death from starvation.
"A dangerous customer" thought he.
81 wonder If my instinct will go so
far as to make me recognize his pres
ence. l shouldn't wonder 1t has
served me almost as well as that many
times before"
1t appeared to serve him now, for
when the man finally showed himself
on the crosswalk separating the two
buildings he experienced sudden in
decision not unlike that Of dread, and,
there being nothing In the mans APP
pearance to warrant apprehension, he
took it for the instructive recognition
1t undoubtedly was.
He therefore watched him narrowly
and succeeded in getting one glance
from his eye. 1t was enough. The
man was commonplace-comm
In feature, dress and manner; but his
eye gave him away. There was moth
ing commonplace in that. 1t was an
eye to beware Of.
He had taken in Sweetwater as he
passed, but Sweetwater was Of COM
monplace type, too, and woke no cor
responding dread in the others mind,
for he went whistling into the store,
from which he presently reissued with
a bundle of mail in his hand. The
detectives first instinct was to take
him into custody as a suspect much
wanted by the New York police; but
reason assured him that he not only
had no warrant for this. but that he
would better serve the ends of justice
by following out his present task of
bringing this man and the Englishman
together and watching the result. But
how, with the conditions laid on him
by Mr.. Grey. was this to be done? He
knew nothing Of the mans circum-
stances or of his position in the town.
How, then. go to work to secure his
cooperation in a scheme possibly as
mysterious to him as it was to him
self? He could stop this stranger in
midstreet with some plausible excuse,
but it did not follow that he would
succeed in Turing him to the hotel
where Mr.. Grey could see him. Well
good, or, as he believed, Sears, knew
i too much Of life to be beguiled by any
open claptrap, and Sweetwater was
obliged to see him drive of without
having made the least advance in the
purpose engrossing him.
But that was nothing. He had all
the evening before him and, re-enter-
ing the store. he took up his stand
near the sugar barrel, He had per
ceived that in the pauses of weighing
and tasting Dick talked; If he were
guided with suitable discretion, why
should he not talk of Wellgood?
! He was guided, and he did talk, and
to some effect--that is, he gave infor-
nation of the man which surprised
Sweetwater. If in the past and in
New York he had been known as q
waiter-or should say steward-he
was known here as manufacturer OF
patent medicine designed to rejuve
nate the human race. He had not
been long in town and was somewhat
of stranger yet. but he wouldn't bC
so long. He was going to make thing:
hum. he was. Money for this, money
for that, horse where another mar
would walk, and mail-well. that alone
would make this postofice worth
while. Then the ugs-ordered by
wholesale. Those boxes over there