Evening star., 1912-11-24

got to his office c
ing. He was. in fact, Sitting open the final
police circular f1uttered out OF the envel'
become as used to police circulars as ia
growing daughters to bills. AS rule they
as you would basket a circular giving yt
how to measure yourself for SUIT OF cloth
circular was important. So he looked at t
the fugitive, read the description, written in
language of police persons, under the picture
the circular to me.
"Whv in the name or names of Miss Lille
these Beotian bovines send such circular
inquired the Consul in his throatiest ton
everlastingly bGne-domed imbeclles 1magln
who has run away from flve-hundred-t
deficit is going to demolish all his blood V
to get to an extradition port like Vera Cru
low is at the Blue Cataract of the Nile by
somewhere else where the comeback papt
| wish all American cops, high and low, W.
Salvation Army and work off their exubera
cising with tambourines!"
To this the Consul appended some langl
read the circular which accorded strange
sterling beauties of his actual character.
The picture al the top of the police clrcu
of an elderly State Treasurer who, when he
away from his State Capital about five
weeks before, had, according to the circular,
left visible yawn in the vaults of the
treasury that the expert accountants had
measured to mean approximately half
million. OF that measurable sum he had
carried away with him, upon his hasty
departure, just few little thousands that
would enable him to move around. 1t was
one of those cases where State Treasurer,
in order to retain his clasp upon needed
job, had been bullied into dishing out the
States money to freshly organized depos-
itories controlled by gangsters of his politi
cal party. When the press of the vile OPP
position had scented the unfragrant mouse
and had barked at the heels of the Treas
urer, demanding that he instantly recall
these funds and restow them in his treasury,
the Treasurer, stampeded, had tried un-
availingly to do that same. But his over
lords of the gang refused to let go even to
save him. The experts were turned loose
upon his books.
Then there were two things for the
Treasurer to do -squeal on the gang or
put on his Marathon moccasins. He
wouldn't squeal, and he was a good deal
scared, anyhow; and so he bolted. His
entire previous life had been as honest as
the day. He was simply the too good-na-
he owed his poorly paid political position
L
He had taken his elderly wife with him.
When we read the circular they had been
absent from their State Capital for five
weeks. 1t was known that the Treasurer's
wife had taken with her a shivery little
Mexican hairless dog that had been the
playmate of one of her dead daughters. The
police circular told about that. Now,
Mexican hairless dogs are about as uncom-
mon in the United States or anywhere else
out of Mexico, as marmosets. Still, this
non-squealful old Treasurer, accompanied
invalid wife who carried with her water
Mexican hairless dog, had baff1ed the sleu
of the United States, and maybe some
besides, for five long, uneventful weeks.
what you might call shining showing for
mentioned sleuth folk.
But, somehow, as read the circular, and
what had seen of the case in the American
that had sifted along to Vera Cruz | was
that the State Treasurer was making good
| am not, hope. a person of loose ethics: b
lncurabv soft spot for men who, when the t