The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1912-09-20
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| up, knife in his blood.spattered hand.
| and reached quickly into the clothing
| OF his victim. As he fumbled in the
negros pockets, the Chinaman struck
him with billet OF wood, and the
mulatto woman caught his knife-hand.
The three dusky fighters rolled and
| grappled, upsetting the miserable fur
niture Of the room, while anoth
hideous uproar began outside the
threshold, and a scream of The
ghost! The ghost!" mingled with in
| sistent beatings on the panels.
Stepping clear as best he could
from the struggle on the fioor Solano
tore away the bolt. A man and woman,
whitG-faced, shrieking, stumbled into
the room-and at their heels came
Flynn and Hogan, large, convincing
pistols ready in their hands. Flynn
shot his fist against the ear of the
Chinaman while Hogan, in most un-
chivalric fashion, applied the gun-butt
to the head of the mulatto woman.
The writhing knot upon the floor re-
solved itself into its proper factors,
and the little man whose knife had
been driven into the body of big Sam
rose, gaspingly. He drew his hand
across his eyes to clear his brain and
get his bearings-and then his gaze
fell upon the face OF young Brockett,
not six feet away. Another frightful
yell rang out. and, staggering straight
at the man he thought he slew two
nights before, the Filipino, Aguilar,
fell shrieking to the ground.
Seems to be quite a collection Of
choice ghosts around here, me lads"
remarked officer Hogan, while his
partner was giving such aid as he
could to the bleeding negro. This lit
tie brown party seems to take ye for
wan, an it's meself as made a fine
spook by the door. Flynn an me
was standin' in tn shadows, waitin'
for youse two to give the signal, when
we see these two welldressed people
comm to tn door. AS luck wud have
II. | had taken off me hat an was
rubbin' me forehead with a handker- |
chief, when they chanced to spy me. |
Forthwith they TUX me for the ghost |
that loafs be night around these prem |
ises-the ghost av gent without a
head. All they cud see, I'm supposin'. |
was me manly frame up to the neck, |
an they certainly wint nutty with tn
horror av it. The ghost. the ghost!'
they begin to yell an beat upon the
door. Ye opened tan we got in
Just in time to have a hand in an ele-
CANT little battle. It's glad am was
a ghost, for this felly might have put
up some argument if he'd had his
proper senses"
Hogan, as he spoke, snapped hand
cuffs on the well-dressed man who had
come stumbling in when the door
sprang open. The prisoner was still
all unneryed, and offered no objec-
ton, while the woman who had en-
.ered with him covered in a corner,
also utterly overcome
"A good catch this" exulted officer
Hogan. The man is Jerry Killen,
wanted for half a dozen clever con
obs, an the woman is Bessie Dono-
,an, a lovely little bit av a panel
worker. knew that Jerry smoked,
,ut never knew this was where he
'ame to do it. Cheer up, Jerry, old
cout-I was the ghost. No other will
larm ye."
Flynn looked up from the PROSTATE
Iegro THE black boy isn't so badly
tuck" said he. Give him a little
are an he'll be fit as a fiddle in a
week or so. How about the little
rown wan? 1t was the brown wan
hat stuck the black wan, wasn't it,
oys?"
Aguilar was still unconscious. He
1ssed and moaned upon the floor, and
lynn, after satisfying himself that q
le Filipino was unharmed save from {
light and a few blows on the head, v
ed him up with strips torn from the L
leets Of bunk. Hogan, bending over /
ig Sam, drew from his pockets a O
lnch of miscellaneous trinkets, pol t
, SllpS anu SOLl0 CTumpleQ currency. | n
NO Sign av your belt here, lads"
. announced, disappointedly. t
Look in the brown vans pockets" Il
lggested Flynn, and Brockett, thrust Il
g eager hands into Aguilar's ap- &
lrel gave a shout of sheer delight as e
S fingers closed upon the weil-re- n
embered leather. Out came the belt a
I'd the boys, with shaking hands, j
,ened its compartments. tt
Everything present for duty, lads?" al
lestioned officer Hogan. g;
Everything except about $500 OF cC
y money" replied the joyous Brock th
t. 'The big fellow probably spent re
at celebrating. l think / under al
and now just how a man feels when hi
has been pardoned on the morn tn
g Of his hanging"
I'm dommed glad" heartily spoke ct
6cer Hogan, while both policemen III
ung the youngsters hands. We've pa
done we'll this night, an if we were fe
lnkin' men it's sure some blowout lo