Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-05-16

ing figures on the wharf might be that
of an officer of the law. On shipboard
he was safe, but from the moment he
the haunting possibility that his crime
would find him out, that he would
cease to be Frank Lawrence, honest
man, and again become "Piney" Wha-
ley, the dishonored fugitive. There
were times when it did not trouble
him al ALL but there were also times
when 1t chilled him from head to foot.
These occasions came usually when
he was happiest, when, for the time
being, the memory of his danger had
been almost obliterated
He would be seated in the front
room of mis- home-a three-room cot
tage-which he had rented shortly aft
er his marriage. Dinner would be
over. His wife-the woman whose
unwavering devotion had helped him
most in his long struggle-would be
sitting beside him. Over in one cor
ner, Helen Marie, his daughter, would
be arguing with an imaginary audi
ence some highly portentous problem
of babyhood. Everything would be
part OF the new life, the happy and un-
troubled existence Of Frank Law
renee. There would be knock at the
door 1t might be neighbor, 1t
might be the wind, it might be any
thing, but, to the man, it was always
the same. He had been found. In a
moment the door would open. A man
would step in-probably Ike Smith.
the constable from Port Washington.
He knew Ike.
We'll. Piney," Ike would say, Il
guess you'd better come along with
me-" Then-but Whaley never got
past that point. The door would open,
revealing-no one except ne1ghbor.
Whaley would wipe the sweat off his
face, give a harsh, Unnatural laugh,
and excuse himself for moment, say
| ing he was going after drink OF wa
ter. When he found himself alone, ho
would fall into the nearest chair. shak-
ing from head to foot.
he uOuluo pdoSCd, SOAdO o"AASAJ
some with an awful elaboration, but
| all full of a peace and happiness such
as Charles Whaley had never known
before. The hope, long growing, that
| Justice was no longer concerned with
| his existence became conviction.
There was no question about it.
| Charles Whaley was dead; Frank
Lawrence could go unhindered on his
WAY to redemption. After all, it had
not been such a very important affair,
only a matter of q broken pane and
some stolen overcoats. Surely the
great state Of New York would not
concern itself for long about such an
! insignificant occurrence. One man
had served a year ia jail: he himself
had spent two months there while
awaiting trial. And, above all, he had
turned over a new leaf he was trying
to do the right thing. There would be
no object in sending him to the penl-
Tertiary He was safe.
IN his reasoning there was one thing
/ Whaley forgot: He had escaped. If
he had never been caught in the first
Mace all his conclusions might have
been justified. The authorities dc not
search overlong for petty offenders.
Put Charles Whaley had escaped. The
law had held him In its hands, and he
had slipped away. During all his
fancied security the search had been
going on. quietly, systematically, re-
lentlessly. The Nassau county author
tiles had traced him through a dozen
stems of his regeneration: then they
had lost the scent. 1t had remained
hidden for a year and half. ru-
m,r had come that he was working
as an FISHERMAN. The authorities had
again taken up the trail. They had in.
ouired in every town along the coast
They had not found him, but they were
wide awake. They we're still search
ing
One day there came through Green
mort a peddler named William Russell
! He had known Whaley In Port Wash
ineton; in fact, Whaley had once
threatened TO lick him. Russell saw
Uhaley on the street. Whaley did not
see him. That night the district at
torney's office in Mineola received
telephone cali. It was Russell. he
delivered the news.
Whaley had To business being in
Grsenport. His schooner had put out
zen days before. II SO happened, bow