Evening star., 1912-10-06

bound for Liverpool. At Queenstown,
Froest, who then was unknown to fame.
put off in a small boat. met the cattle
boat and climbed up over her side. There
were men on deck and one of them was
a giant, inches taller than Froest who is
not much over medium height.
rs your name Kuhne?' said Froest to
the big man, drawing his bow at a ven-
ture.
''What?" was the answer. "Oh, no.
But I'roest saw that he had got his
man. I'm "a police officer he snapped.
and instantly the giant drew a bowie
knife and jumped at him. Over on the
deck they rolled, clamped together. strug-
Cling furiously. Up and down they went,
the cowboy jabbing his knife through the
detectives clothing and trying to grip
his throat. But gradually the Scotland
Yard mans iron strength Wore down his
man. and that's why there isn't a
seventh notch in the hilt of the "sticker'
that now lies on Froests mantelpiece.
1t was characteristic of him that | had
to dra. the details of this affair out of
him, bit by bit. He was much more in
his element when describing a pictur-
esque little sequel to the adventure.
I'VE let them know in Wisconsin that
we had kuhne under lock and key.
said Froest. 'and the sheriff of his town
came over to take him home. Oddly
enough, though he came from Primrose
City, he declared he never had seen a
primrose in his life. and it seemed to be
the thinS-after kuhne-that he most
wanted to see over here Well. it wasn't
the season for primroses. so | sent him
some seeds. which refused to come up.
Then l sent him some young plants. Dnt
they died en- route, so the best L could
do was to send the sheriff some dried
nrimrOSeS and he GlpaSpd most TO
pieces"
Telling this story recalled another
~ American sheriff. a Kentucky one TINS
time. to- Froest, and incidentally the his
tory of the revolver which keeps COM
pany with Tom O. Brien's on his mantel.
II got a man in London for this sher-
iff. said Froest. ignoring the details OF
what must have been another eXcitlnS
capture. who had killed somebody in
lunatic asylum in Kentucky, and the
sheriff gave me his gun souvenir.
This murderer was one of the deep, silent
kind. and l warned the, sheriff and his
assistant. to look after him carefully
when they got to the states. If he
jumps overheard while you're going
across l said. well. hell be dead and
that's up to him. But look out when
you touch land Well do you know that
in spite of my warning them he gave
them the slip al New York, and what is
more, got away with two bags belonging
to the sheriff. and they never saw MIN
again." The bury superintendent cnuck-
led at the recollection.
Frank Froest probably comes as near
to being fearless it is possible for
man to be. The biggest part of his life
has been spent in the hourly danger, if
not expectation, of getting either plug
ged' or stabbed. AS raw young
policeman the first beat assigned to
him was in the delectable region of SAT-
from Hill. which is the Italian quarter
of the metropolis, and he had been on
duty barely twenty minutes when he was
in the thick of a nasty set-tO. Half a
dozen dagoeS had set on BritiSher and
Froest went to his countryman's assist
ance-and got stabbed for his pains. He
just managed to get his man out of the
mess safe and sound and then things
a hospital ward, but he was well in no
time and ready for more trouble.
Here is a typical story of one OF his
many close calls: After shadowing a
French crook-who eventually was gull
lotined for numbering a palm London
for several days. Froest, who was an
inspector at the time. arrested him just
as he was getting into a hanson on
the embankment. On his way to the
Yard the Frenchman said: You We're
never nearer death than when you were
shadowing me in Piccadilly, the other
day, M Froest. / saw you behind me
and l was desperate. l made up my