Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1908-03-26
an a liberal jintleman wild his money
he was, too, by that same token.'
"What was his address?"

ne was, 100, by that same token"
what was his address,"
"'Twas in Chelsea. and twas. Gold
or Golden something, which | know by
the GOOD token av fwhat he gave me,
but the number l misremember."
Hewitt turned to his directory.
Gold street is the place, probably" he
said, 'and it seems to be a street chief
ly of private houses. You would be
able to point u the house if you were
taken there, l suppose?"
II should that, sor; indade, l was
thinkfn' av goin' there am tellin'
Misther Hollams all my throubles, him
havin' been so kind"
"Now, tell me exactly what instruc-
lions the man in the train gave you
and what happened?"
"He seq: You ask for Misther Hol-
lams, an see nobody else. Tell him
we've brought the sparks from Misther
W.
"'Sparks" seq 1. Yes, sparks sez
he. 'Misther Hollams will know. It's
u jokin' word for 'em. Sometimes
papers is sparks when they set Il law
suit ablaze.' And he laffed. But be
sure We say the sparks from Misther
W. he sez again, 'bekase then he'll
know ye're j%inuine, an he'll pay We
handsome. Say Misther w. seq you're
to have your reg'lars If We like. Dive
mind that?'
"'Aye,' seq 1, that I'm to have me
reg'lars.'
"Well, sor, I TUX the bag and wint
out of the station, TUX the cab an did
all as he towld me. l waited the foive
minuts, but he niver came, so off l
druv to Misther Hollams, and he
threated me handsome, sor."
"Yes, but tell me exactly all he did,
"'Misther Hollams, sor?' sez l. Who
are YEP seq he. Mick Leamy, sor,'
sez 1, from Misther w. wild the
sparks Oh seq he, thin come in
1 wint in. They're in here, are they?'
seq he, takin' the bag. They are, sor,'
seq l, AN Misther w. seq Pm to have
me reg'lars.' You SHALL sez he. What
shall we say now tinnip"' 'Fwhat's
that, sor?' seq L. OH seq he, I s'pose
ye're a new hand. Five q%uid-onder-
that":
"Begob, l did understand it, an
moighty PLACED l was to have come to
a place where they pay five pun notes
for carryin' bags. So whin he asked
me was | new to London an shud
kape in the same line av business 1
towld him | shud for certin or anythin'
else payin' like it. Right seq he.
Let me know whin we've got any
thin. Yell find me all right. I've Il
smart family about me- seq he, am l
treat ZEN all fair an LIBERAL Thin be
asked me where l was Twin in Lon
don, an whin 1 towld him nowhere he
towld me av a room in NILSSON street,
here by Drury lane, that was to let IN
a house his family knew very we'll, an
l wint straight there an TUX ut, an
there l do be stayin' still, sor."
I hadn't understood at first why
Hewitt took so much interest in the
Irishman's narrative, but the latter
part of it opened my eyes a little. 1t
seemed likely hat Leamy had, In his
innocence, been made a conveyer Of
stolen property. l knew enough of
thieves slang to know that Sparks
meant diamonds or other jewels; that
REGULARS" was the term used for a
payment made to a brother thief who
gave assistance in some small way,
such as carrying the booty, and that the
family" was the time honored ex-
preston for a gang of thieves.
This vas all on Wednesday, l I'M
derstand," said Hewitt. Now tell me
what happened on Thursday-the poi
soning or dragging. you knowT'
well, sor, l was walkin' out am to-
ward the evenin' / lost mesilf. Up
comes a man. seemin'ly a stranger,
an shmacks me on the. showldher.
why, Mick!' SEE he. It's Mick Leamy.
I du b'lieve!'
"I am that. SEE I. but you l do not
know
mot know me?' sez he. why, !
whit to school wild YET IN wild that he
hauls me off to q bar, b%larneyin' an
minowdherin'.
"'Can We rache me a poipe loight?'
SEE he, an l turned to get ut, but,
lookin' back student, there was that
onblushin' thief av the warl' tippin' a
paperful av powdher stuff into me
glass"
What did you do?" Hewitt asked.
II knocked the dhirty face av him,
sor, al got away home"
Nov the next misfortune?"
"Faith, that was av a sort likely to
turn out the last av all misfortunes. l
whit that day to the Crystal Palace.
Comm nome at night there was a JUICE
nv q crowd on the station platform.
consekins av a late train. Shtandin'
by the edge av the platform at the
fore end, just as the thrain came in.
some onvisible murderer gives me a
stupenjus dhrive in the back, an over
l whit on the line, midbetwixt the
rails. The engine came up an whit
half over me widout givin' me a
scratch, bekaze av my c~entraleous
situation, an then the porther men
pulled me out, nigh sick wild fright.
sor. as ye may guess. A jintleman In