Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1912-10-28
Continued from First page.)

DOSe, DIS nG duIIlllttu IIit iieAI udY III
a signed statement written for the
Evening Star, of putting up a bluff
and giving his lawyer, Mr.. McDermit,
an advertisement.
On the Monday after his acquittal
he left Newark, so he said, to taka
up a position with a Philadelphia adj
vertising company. He intended to
make his home with his aged uncle.
Andrew mcfarland, of Hammonton,
N. j..
Instead of doing that, he went to
New York and the next day rented a
single room as Allison Mason, the
latter being his middle name.
Meanwhile Secret Service Detec-
tives John j. Henry, T. j. Callaghan
and n. w. Schroeder had been. watch
ing him. They seized their opportu-
nifty on Saturday afternoon when he
was out to enter the room. In one
corner they found a small handpress
and a saucepan half-flled with lead
composition. which had apparently
been melted.
Counterfeit H~aIf-DoIIars.
In an unlocked washstand drawer
were the four partly finished coun-
terfeit half-dollars. The coins were
made of lead with silver foil on the
outside. So good were the impress
sions that II mcfarland had dis
covered a way TO make a perfect
junction of the silver foil coverings
on each side, the counterfeits would
have passed easily. He had made
only one side of each of his coins.
For over an hour the detectives
waited for MacFarland. At length he
appeared and walked into the room,
where his landlord and Callaghan
were talking.
"Well?" said mcfarland, looking
sharply at the stranger,
How are you said Callaghan.
I'VE want to talk to you. You're
Mason, aren't YOU
Yes said MacFarland.
Schroeder and Henry then entered.
mcfarland never WINGED.
Ever see me before?'' asked Schroe-
der. referring to a former meeting
with MacFarland while he was under
arrest.
Seems to me do remember you"
"YOu're Allison MactariAnd.
II guess you do. We know who you
are. all right. You're Allison M. Mac
Farland."
Eyes. that me-
MacFarland, still cool, looked at the
three officers appealingly. They were
eying the counterfelting apparatus.
WELL" said Mcfarland, 1--WE been
in. a terrible lot Of police trouble the
last veal ! am not doing anything.
I'm not making any wooden men,"
You don't have to say anything
said Schroeder. Were not policemen.
you know; we're United States secret
service men. We don't advise you to
say anything at all or make any adj
MISSIONS
That's all right, but | want to tell
you I'm only carrying on some private
experiments and am not doing any
thing wrong"
Wed better search him. said
Henry.
MacFarland held up his hands and
the officers went through his pockets.
They found $33 in bills, all the money
he had except two good half dollars
with the ~counterfeits and a few
trinkets. The man was not armed.
The room, which had been ran
sacked. was thoroughly searched
again. mcfarland had no baggage
except a small grip, into which the
counterfeiting evidence, the letters
ana the rest Of his belongings were
packed.
worried About Bunny" Letters,
MacFarland was more worried, APP
~narently about the Bunny letters
than anything.
'Don't let those get into the hands
of the police or newspaper report
ers,'' said he.
There were also documents bear
ing the name of Frank M. McDermit,
MacFarland's attorney at the murder
trial. Recipes for compositions OF
base metal we're found. After the
search Schroeder said:
sGet out the handouts and let us
60"
The cuffs were put on, MacFarland
NOT making any resistance, but after
thew were actually In place ana
locked. the man seemed for an in
slant as though he was going to col
apse. 1t was the only time he lost
control of himself. He plunged to the
| edge of the bed, leaned back and
| threw back his head. At the same
time lie gave a strange. cacklipg
laugh. as though his mind was af-
fected. The officers jumped to his
side. grabbed him by the arm and
made him stand UP. He recovered at
once.
..I've had so much notoriety and
30 much police trouble" he said
"But I'm ready to go"
writes to Miss BROMLEY.
MacFarland was taken to the
Greenwich street police station,
where he spent Saturday night. From
there, writing in his cell. he sent q
letter to Miss Bromley.
"I'm In hook again." he told her,
but don't worry" He did not state
what he had been arrested for.
Yesterday morning he was re-
moved to the Old Slip station and
last night he was moved to the Oak
street station, At4he RgeSwich sta
ton he was rostsaeeeS b. Mason. but