Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-06-01
How Federal Officials Planned to
Surprise Deputy u. S. Mar
shall Smyth.
THEY WIRED FOR HIS ARREST
But When He Reached the Canadian
Border He Innocentiy Went
Over Another Route.

Despite threats and pleadings. the
following story must be told. for 1t Is
true and too good to keep;
When L. II. smyth. chief deputy on
u. S, Marshal Spry's force, left for
British Columbia to testify in the Cid
dec case recently, deep plots were be-
ing fixed up by his co-workers Ions
before his train had carried him be
yound Uthh's boundaries. Marshal
Spry was consulted by Immigration In
spector McCabe, whose love of good
natured fun can be accounted for by
his Irish ancestry. The two invoked
the aid OF the various attaches of the
laughing and winking, and finally the
News man learned what was on.
DARK PLOT.
Mr.. McCabe had snapped picture
of MIR Smyth one day and this led to
an idea. This was the idea: The plot
tiers figured out what "A good Joke II
would be to send a picture OF Smyth
UP ahead of him and have him put
under custody. Tho picture was sent
to Nelson. a border town. with a letter
explaining that the man whose likeness
was shown was L. Hayden, alias
Snyth. escaped from the marshaPs Of
flee in Salt Lake. and while no criminal
record could be furnished. II would be
we'll to keep him under surveillance and
concluded the letter, The will be with
a woman, not his wife" This last ac-
cusation was the worst of all, because
II was true. Poor Mr. Smyth was es-
corting Mrs. King, mother of the girl
who was killed in the dynamiting of
the hotel, up TO the trial.
Day after day the bunch" down here
watched and waited for letters or tele-
grams; every day they searched
through the papers of the northwest
aud when no news came. they began TO
wonder II the victim of their Joke was
really in some forlorn jail. being guard
ed by thick-headed, village constable
with more shooting irons and self-im-
portance than sense of humor.
HIS RETURN HOME,
morning. No. he didn't shoot any
one He didn't mention jails or con"
stables, and was the same Jovial old
fellow that he always is. The mar
shal's office was soon filled with the
curious when the news of the deputys
return spread about the building. Ev-
eryone wanted to know what had hap
pened. Mr.. Smyth began with his de-
parture from this city and described
lilt ZIP VI dtttiiis Obh A's'NNiN A'N N''~--
ton of jails,
Finally. one OF the party, unable to
wait longer to know just what did
happen, asked in an offhand way,
What kind of a place is Nelson?" In
stead of throwing off his coat and
pummeling someone. the deputy turn
ed, and with innocence pictured in
his countenance, answered carelessly,
ION, L forgot to tell YOU There
was a drawing up of chairs at this
intense second. II forgot to tell you,
continued the speaker. that / went
into the District the other way, cut
ting out a long ride" Everyone, ex-
cept McCabe. roared and Mr.. Smyth
looked around with wonder taking the
place of innocence on his counten-
ance.
McCABE THE VICTIM
Hanged IL l can see anything fun
n.y." exclaimed Smyth angrily; IT
said | Went by way of Midway and
staged it to Greenwood. thereby"
"Oh. wow" shouted some one fall
ing out of his chair in a spasm OF
merriment When the joke was told
Smyth, he moved McCabe set 'em up
to dinners and other treats. 1t was
unanimously carried. The tables GER
tainly turned. II counting horrible
death. walk up to immigration In
spector McCabe and ask him this
playful little question, What is a
boomerang"