The Forrest City times., 1913-06-20
RX3 HORACE HAZELTINE

Hcic was StllI another feature Ot the revelation, however, which held s contrasting pathos. The letter which carried conviction beyond all possible dispute was from Donald McNish's aged mother. And while 1t tempered in measure the harshness of my judgment against the son. it was of tragic import, in that It was one po- tent piece of evidence in his undoing, severing the last link in the chain which connected his identity with that of the shamefully maligned Cameron.
 Evelyn wept over this letter. and am not sure but that my own sight grew hay. too, as l read the fond, quaintly couched phrases of endear- ment, penned half a year back in Dun dee, by this God-fearing old Scotch woman, to that infamous, bloodstained reprobate. who. to her. was still her ain bonnie bairn."
 IL all came out, eventually, that Nc Nish had travelled the world over in the sixteen years intervening since the cooiie massacre, employing a score or more of aliases and 80 studiously avoiding the name by which he had then been known. as to have almost forgotten 1T, probably, himself. until, yielding to the call of home he had at some early period of the last twelve month returned for brief visit to his native town and his septuag agenarian mother.
 It was then. most likely. that he gave to her the address of the New York hotel. Fate influenced the moth CT to write. and Fate sent the son there six months later to get the let ter. and so carry upon his person the confirmatory evidence of his identity, just at the time when it would prove fatal.
 How did 1t happen" l have been asked. that you didn't examine imme- diately the clothes that the supposed Cameron wore, when you found him ?"
 In view of subsequent events It Is very easy to see what an important bearing such an examination would have had But at the time, there was l no one who thought of 1t. Our chief purpose then was to get the injured man to bed, and to secure physician | and nurse to minister to his recovery. | If he had been found dead, then, of course. We should have gleaned what 1 information we could from his pockets. But we daily expected him to be able to tell his own story, and in the anx- l iety and confusion of the moment the l possible pregnancy of the disclosures | that lurked in his apparel was entire | ly lost sight of.
 When We did make the examination, on the morning following the episode l of the letter, 1t was to discover that the suit and overcoat worn by McN!sh were of Scotch manufacture, having been made in Dundee. according to sewnin labels. early in the current year
 The contents of the pockets were not significant. The letter he had been so anxious to secure and destroy was the only letter. apparently, he had carried. There was a cheque-book on a Chicago bank, and there was a wal | let containing small sum of money in bills, and few business cards of | importing houses. which we took to indicate that the possessor was still l desultorily engaged in trade, or some species of smuggling, with the Malay states and the Straits settlements as his field. since most of the cards made reference to goods of such origin
 That morning. which succeeded the night of exciting events already de- 1 tailed. was crowded with another sue. cession of happenings scarcely less sensational.
 At seven o'clock, O'Hara, in obedi- ence to my instructions came to my room In the Loyalton, rousing me out | of heavy sleep; for l had not got to bed until four. and then had lain awake with teeming brain until after | five. I received him in bath robe and moles. sitting on the bedside, and sip | ping coffee. while he, perched on a l low, brass-bound clothes chest, poured forth his story.
 "Sleep!" he echoed, when had made my apologies. "I haven't had a wink, myself. I've been with the boys | AAA 4AEhN AoAL6 ao PACily q as you ever see. We've got the bunch right this time. Mir. Clyde, and therell be clearin' out down there in China town such as hasn't been known since the Chinks discovered Doyers street"
 Yes" l said. encouragingly.
 Its another war of the tongs," he went on. They have 'em periodically, you know, and there's always few of the moon-faced boys snuffed out, which ain't much loss nohow. But this time they interfered, you see. with you and Miss Grayson. and they beat up that driver of our buzz-carriage something fierce: and the Commissioners issued orders to put the whole yellow popula- ton on the pan if necessary to get the ones what is responsible.
 Were any arrests made" I in- quired.
 OHara smiled. Were any arrests made?" he repeated in tone that in- dicated supreme pity for my ignorance. tsXUby wa fnnk tap tp hy tho uhola