Bisbee daily review., 1914-10-14

The United States district attorney knew only that a search was being made for an escaped convict The po- Ice of the great cities and the United States secret service generally work in harmony. so the district attorney turn cd over the detective to a postal in- spector
 kearney determined to give his per sonal attention to the people who came and went from the postOflice building. He was back on the trail after eleven years. Indeed. eleven years were as eleven days to him. lf his natural span Of life had been seventy decades Instead of seven he would have been patient through the whole 70O years.
 He had not been able to pick up the lost tracks of Hawkins. but Hawkins was skilled in the tricks of the under world The real man he was after had been but country boy when be was sent up for life. In dodging the law he had big chances against him be- cause of his inexperience. He would make many mistakes. He had made one-sending money to Nyack. It is a police axiom that even the most care ful Of criminals sometimes overlooks an important detail in covering himself
 Kearney watched and waited. keep ing his ears open an the time Co catch the gossip of a small city. There was one big topic that seemed to hold the attention of the people who iocked to the pOstofiice at intervals during the day. It was the marriage of John Nel- son to Molly Bryan, the daughter of the president of the Reedy River Cot ton Mill company.
 From fragments of conversation Kearney learned that these two people were much beloved the girl because of her beauty and her earnest work among the poor of the mill settlements and the man because of a saintly life
 At sunset on the evening of the third day in June, just as the postofiice was about to close and as the last of the idlers began to depart a man of serious mien. wearing a beard touched with gray, stepped from an automobile in front Of the building. He entered and went to one of the mali slots. dropping a letter therein.
 lt had hardly touched the bottom of the little chute when three distinct knocks sounded on the glass window pane behind the detective. 1t was the signal agreed upon between the clerk within and the man on watch outside
 thrill of exultation that was worth waiting eleven years to experience shot through Kearney. His hands itched to close on the arm of this person. The mastering of this one emotion of which has nature was capable left him aston ished for he had not expected 10 come upon a man Of the type before him. There was something so grave in the eyes of his quarry and in the cast of his countenance that one could easily have mistaken him for a preacher of the word of God His carriage was dignifed, and he was dressed soberly and without ornament.
 The people on the steps of the post office had drawn back respectfully be- fore him. touching their hats. 1t was evident that he was widely known and that he was revered
 Kearney had not determined what step to take next when the man whose shadow he was to become was stopped by another
 'Oh. Mir. Nelson" cried the citizen accOsting him. "I would like to wish you all the happiness in the world the day before your marriage"
 Nelson's face broke into a smile of pleasure.
 "Thank you. sir" he replied 'T could never hope to deserve all the good wishes that have been offered me" He looked embarrassed and re- turned to his machine outside.
 Kearney had studied him from the crown of his head to his heels. If that man was Jim Montgomery the change was remarkable. He made no attempt to follow him. He felt sure that Nelson had not seen him. A man as prominent fin the community as Nelson was could be easily found at any hour of the day or night and then. too. the morrow was hls wedding dayl
 Kearney took the letter from the postal employee inside and went to his hotel room.
 He asked the clerk for his large en- velope from the safe. and when his door was closed behind him he drew forth the pictures from the gallery Of rogues He studied them carefully. The man hunter felt that there was some faint intangible hint about the eyes fin the photographs which con nected them with the man who had mailed the letter to Nyack
 
 Two weeks Of secluslon fin their mountain home. two weeks with every hour of day and night dlled with gold en romance, and John Nelson and his bride brought an end to their honey moon.
 The castle Of the one time hermit contained his workshop, From it had