Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1908-11-21
CHAPTER xxxrl.
Sylvester orr.neott l,o.nfrl,z

udWneu.
There scarcely was a limit 20 HIS
"stop-over privilege" on the way down
90 San Francisco. Eight times he was
put of the train. principaIy at water
tanks and stingy hamlets. and five
days were required in making the
Journey. When ne finally crawled from
the trucks Of a car filled with canned
salmon at Oakland-oh the irony OF
1.-THE was weak from hunger He
begged and worked Tor six meals that
day The night OF which found him I'm
san Francisco. where he intended
spending much of his time before ro-
inE 'o Los Angeles for his further in-
structions
lie decided 20 go 20 Chinatown. ct
couldn't think % leaving Frisco with
out seeing the 'chinks," ne said TO
himself They never would get over
81 ~ did"
BE forgot an about his seodv ap-
pearauce when ne reached the heart
Of The Mouroliaus district. so great
was his interest ia The unusual sur
roundings. Every policeman he
passed eyed him suspiciously. Tie was
standing in front OF a restaurant when
ragged young fellow about his size
sped past him o1S carted into an al
ley few feet away
Thief, stop thief" came 20 his
ears from running rcu half block
down the street. and the next moment
they were speeding past him. He
stepped into "a dark. narrow hallway
just ass big policeman came along
d .rs r ... ...
selt but before DE could supply an
answer the officer. who had sped past
him few feet. quickly wheeled and
made dash Tor him.
You wiz. win you," painted The rcd
faced officer. grabbing him by tho arm
and fumbling FOR handouts. You're
pretty slick. 7 don't think, Come on.
now. or I'D club your head ont~
What-whot-" began the dazod
jerry. hanging back.
None o. that" snapped the DO
Aceman. whipping out his mace.
Just then pudgy little man came
waddling up breathing so hard that
FOR fun minute he could not speak a
word He simply focused his wild
eyes on Jerry and excitedly pointed 90
him.
us this the guy2" asked the police
man.
Hes got my wlfo's pursoi" the
pud6y man blurtod. "Ho snatched Il
from"
Your wife's pursel" gasped Jerry.
his face as pale as death. 'T never
saw your wife in Search me. officer.
FOR heavens sake," The policeman
felt his pockets. You see 7 haven't
his wife's purse" Jerry added.
Jaw, cheese It." sueerod the officer.
that's an old Eag-swipin' and then
THROWN away when you see you're
goIn' 20 be pinched."
few minutes later a patrol wagon
changed SIS way through the fast grow
Ing crowd, and before Jerry could
make any further protest ne was
hustled into &c. The accuser accom-
panied him 10 the station q few blocks
away. AS Jerry stepped TO the pave
ment his arm in The firm grasp OF the
officers big hand his heart almost
ceased beating. Standing near the
steps leading 70 the station we're
Bernard Bayless. Mrs Bayless and
Marsylia Bayless. They were looking
directly at him when he heard their
uniformed guide say:
Only common sneak thief.
guess. They pick EN- rp down here
every few minutes"
The pudgy little man. who gave his
name as Sylvester Orrencott ugen-
fritz OF Akron. o.. preferred a charge
To-
would appear against him In the morn
ing
That little sawed-on can't identify
me-" he concluded. and the copper
can't say that he found the goods on
me. But I'll just make IL a point TO
keep this Mr. Sylvester Lippincott
Bilgenitch. or whatever his name is.
IN mind, and one OF these sweet DAYS
I'll make him sorry that his Wife ever
owned a purse ! wish that this had
happened on New Years day, for
then i would have made IL my strong
gest resolve 10 visit Akron, o.. with a
mission"
At $50 in the morning Jerry was
standing before a red-nosed magis-
trate in a stuny little hole tha. was
NAbAi4'u ny the name OF courtroom.
'Firs' case" yawned the Justice
"PickpOcketin'. =" said the officer who
had made the arrest. pointing TO
Jerry.
What did you want with the WON
ans money-get a shaver" asked the
magistrate. who gloried in his news
paper reputation as a wit.
'No-a haircut" answered Jerry,
running his hand over his face.
Don't get freshl" snapped the JUS
uce. You need a little sailing down
Is this the fellow that snatched your
wife's purse?" addressing Mr. ngen-
fritz
yes. sir. your honor, II is" an
swered the accuser most decisively,
and with an emphasis-adding head.
Jerry turned pale as a ghost as he |
looked into the little mans beaming
face. Then. In an instant. the blood
was surging 10 his head. and he cried
out:
You're a liar. you little mutton