The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1908-09-16
HEARD BY. RUDE.


gently to the fifinoisAGentral,
Speaking of buying Christmas pres
ents early. there are some wonderful
bargains to be found iin straw-hats in
South Chicago.
Minnesota must have a generous
supply of smoke when it can supply
South Chicago and nots miss any of it.
The Wisconsin Steel company are
working full time and a double. shift
at the present time, which is also a
very good sign.
The revival of the ha5chet in Hege-
wisch as a weapon, Calls to mind the
blood-thirsty murders at the Standard
Steel Car district last winter.
The railroad mems Y. NJ C. A. in
South Chicago is not mere fancy,
but will soon be reality.
Many men start out with good in
tentions every day. but afterrriding on
the South Chicago street cans they are
transferred.
A South Chicago man who could not
find something about the house the
othe night, began to accuseshis wife of
meddling in his affairs.
Officer Roach of the South Chicago
police station displayed his abilities
the other evening of dodging rubber
boots, water pitchers and bricks when
he attempted to arrest a Pole on Elk
ceived several good offers 70 join show
treupes who have reputeAlons for re-
ceiving presents.
South Chicago playhouses are re-
ceiving liberal support, which goes to
show that all the money wasn't spent
last Fourth of July for hreerackers.
That Polish woman who told Judge
Lantry that her husband had a right
to beat her If he wanted teo, clearly
showed the signs of being used to it.
Yes said Shylock Bones, the detec-
tive, It have seen axgreat many things
in my time as you may guess"
Discovered some gigantic frauds,
III warrant said Whatson. What's
the latest?
Barring his white skinned arm for the
and blowing huge clouds of smoke
from his pipe. Bones lapsed into ST.
lence
Knowing that it would be useless
to try and fathom his friends secret,
whatson also took out long black
cigar from his case and, placing his
feet on the table, he waited for some
sign of returning consciousness.
After the passing of at least seven
hours Bones jumped to his feet and
outtoning his great fur-lined coat
about his neck, he stepped out of the
.oom into the darkness. Hardly had
Ave minutes elapsed when a window
was raised and a stone was thrown
into the room which fell on the floor
with resounding crash that's hook the
house to it's very foundation.
IN tie darkness Whatson saw white
object attached to the stone. Stepping
noiselessly across the floor, his hand
came in contact with a piece of paper.
Hastily lighting candle. Whatson saw
the writing of Shylock Bones. 1t read:
Meet me at the corner of Ninety
second street and Buffalo avenue at
o'clock. BONES"
Gazing at the cuckoo clock on the
mantle Whatson saw that the time
neared the hour. Throwing on his wa
terpoorf coat he stepped into the inky
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tened to the meeting place. As he
neared the spot, Whatson saw the
shadow of Bones from behind the lamp
post Bones spoke not a word but pro-
ceeded toward the river, the cabin
lights from the tug boats being the
only sign of life with the exception
of the mournful une of a grapophone
on Harbor avenue playing, I'm Afraid
to go Home in the Dark
Pushing their way cautiously along
Bones and Whatson approached the
Ninety-second street bridge. Just then
the warning whistle from the bridge
tender broke through the air and the
delapidated old structure began to
swing. The two detectives started to
run but by the time they reached the
brink yawning chasm of twenty-f1v
feet separated them. For 3715 minutes
Bones walked the edge of the embank-
ment tearing his hair like a mad man
Curse the luck; foiled again." said
Bones. Suddenly twelve shots rong out
into the stiffness of the night on the
opposite side of the Calumet. A wo-
man shrieked and a splash, and all was
still. Whatsoa peered into the black
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walking on the particles of refuse on
the water. It was Bones, as Whatson
could readily tell by the glimmering
light of his cigar as its light trailed
through the darkness below.
After the space of about an hour a
Hammond street car came along. The
bridge swung in its place and What
son, boarding the car, rode across the
bridge. For two long hours he had
seen or heard nothing of Bones, but
on reaching the other side he was met
by the detective, who sat on a cobble-
stone. Talk to me not" said Bones
Fooled on my best case. and just by
a bridge" And Whatson often won
ders why Bones remained in his room
for twelve long days and nights with
nothing to console him but his big
black pipe.