The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1911-03-10

cd In black oilcloth was strapped to
bis back. He stopped in the middle Of
the road. Looking about, his eyes
rested upon a weather-beaten sign
board upon which had once been
painted the picture of a black bear
resting upon its launches. For more
than a hundred years this sign board
had been swinging to and fro as If
reckoning and inviting passeTsby TO
enter the little inn that was standing
some 5 or 20 feet back from the
road. It took Mr. Herman Weisgar-
Der several minutes to decipher the
inscription beneath the faded picture.
when he had succeeded, as he thought.
he muttered audibly, Dish ish de
blaze Der black bear vas inn, und
! shust myself will walk in nit hi"
Bracing up a little and sTfoh.ls
chin he stepped with a heightened
stride into the little front room that
served as an office for the Black Bear
Inn. Here he found himself in the
presence Of a pleasantfaced woman
who smiled coquettishly
He greeted her in his own tongue,
IN which she replied, and the CONVEX
sation was now carried on briskly in
the German language. 1t was bux-
ON widow on the one hand and ras-
cally counterfeiter on the other He
was a longtime rogue, but she was
honest and unsuspicious. With her
the world was good, with him 1t was
dog eat dog and the devil take the
hindmost The widow Hartz was al
together too unsophisticated to pene-
trate the dark recesses Of the hollow
hearted man that had by chance come
suddenly into the affairs of her life.
She judged him by her own heart
and little dreamed of the misery so
soon to follow her chance acquaint-
ance with Herman Weisgarber.
Her husband had died about two
years before. At this time her heart
was centered on her son, young man
nearly twenty years Of age. John
Hartz, thanks to the training of his
father, was honest and Industrious.
The Black Bear Inn and the little
farm adjoining was a sacred inheri-
lance from his paternal grandfather.
The Inn was now somewhat out Of
date, but was still doing its part to-
wards furnishing the mother and son
a living and little to lay up for a
rainy day Johns father had taught
him to stand firmly for the right in
all things.
Mr. Weisgarber's gray blue eyes
were shining brightly beneath his
overhanging brows as he stood ex-
planning to the widow Hartz regarding
himself. The word tramp, now so
apty applied to the tie-path tourist
had not been coined in that day and
men of his like were little understood
He said he was just out on a pleasure
tour and that he travelled on foot as
matter of choice. He was moving
leisurely along that he might better
enjoy the lovely scenery and pure
mountain air. His words were well
chosen and deeply impressive as he
cautiously worked his way up to the
point of offering to remain for a time
and assist in the work about the InI
and farm He had a smooth tongue
The turnpike, winding its way
along up and down the sides, over
and across the Allegheny mountains
was then the popular highway fol
drovers and wagoners upon their way
to and fro between Eastern Pennsyl
vania and Pittsburg. The people
along this route were principally Ger
mans. Some Of them could neither
read nor speak English They LIVED
mainly on what they produced anC
mad little occasion to spend theil
money. Almost anything that looked
like money would pass. In those
days much of the paper money
In circulation was of the wllC
cat kind Between the counterfeit
and genuine issue there was but lit
tie choice One passed from hand t
hand almost as readily as the other
Herman Weisgarber, as he called
himself, had for many years been dodg
ing about from place to place ma
king a living by showing the queer
Under pretence Of his inability to un
derstand the English language he was
able to deceive the officers and es
cape arrest. 1t was always "Nicht
verstehe" with him. HE shust didn't
know noting bout baper monies"
To the widow Hartz he appeared a
man of honor She measured his
character by her own and could see
no farther. Six months had scarcely
passed from the time she met him
until he became her husband
When John Hartz came in contact
with his step-father he was honest
and had he followed in the footsteps
of his own father he would have re
mained SO. 1t did not take long tc
prove that ne was susceptible ant
easily drawn into ways that were darl
and forbidding. Step by step he wal
led along and craftily initiated int
the mysterious doings Of counterfeit
ers.