The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1914-09-15

hausted, and when he halted, at the
corner of Columbus avenue and Sew
enty-second street, he was indeed a
forlorn little figure.
His nemesis was close upon him.
Just as he was about to subside into
another fit of weeping a tall patrol
man, his fathers late neighbor, lifted
the boy in his arms
Quit yer beefn'," the policeman
SAID, an say what ails YER
~Narten," Ambrose walled through
MS tears. Lemmego. 1 tell yeri"
He kicked and struggled in an effort
to escape.
"Gwan!" said the officer. cut dat
out, or I'll spank the britches offn'
yer! He made closer inspection of
the wriggling youngster. Holy
cripesl" the officer cried. Its Am
brose Mccain! What er yer dom up
here. Ambrose?"
Ambrose SMILED and was still. He
submitted to being piled with steam
ing coffee and butter-cakes in an ada
cent lunch-room until he could eat
no more.
Now listen to me, kid" the officer
said at the conclusion of the meal.
Tell me what ails yer, or I'll jail yer
fer de rest of yer life"
The Jig was up at last, and Ambrose
prepared to make a clean breast of
the whole matter.
Il done up kid on Scanned street
dis mornin'." he said between sobs.
Well. what of it7" the officer per-
sisted. Was he done up bad?"
Ambrose could hardly restrain a
smile of pride.
Il guess he croaked." said Ambrose
simply.
1t was thus that he confessed his
crime. The officer whistled softly.
Now don't get scared" he said.
you kin stay in de back room of the
station-house tonight, and termorrers
my day off, so we'll go downtown ter
gether and see what kin be done"
There was little sleep for Ambrose
in the hospitable warmth Of the back
room. The electric chair is favorite
topic Of conversation among the cor
ner loafers of Cherry street, and many
a gruesome discussion of its dread Of
nee had Ambrose overheard In the
vicinity of his home. 1t all came back
to harry his soul that long night
through, and 1t was a pallid criminal
that accompanied Of1cer Shea down
town next day.
They first visited the station-house
on Madison street, and Shea saluted
his old sergeant behind the desk.
ANY murders on Scanned street
yesterday, sarge?" he said.
"Ain't heard o. none," the sergeant
answered.
well, dis kid here says he killed a
man there"
The sergeant leaned over the desk.
Did yer shoot him or stab him?"
he asked Ambrose with twinkle In
his eye.
Ambrose became indignant
mo kiddin'! l pushed de guy down
basemen. an 1 kin show yer de stiff"
he said by way Of Offering proof.
Go round wild him to see It," the
sergeant said. and they started for
Scanned street without further delay
It was nearly noon, and Scanned
street, which is an unusually quiet
thoroughfare for the East side. was
almost deserted, save for the plump
figure OF Pincus Shapiro Ptncus
features we're swollen and twisted
into a picturesque variation OF their
ordinary irregularity. A large piece
Of surgical plaster adorned the back
of his head and he was running VIC
lently to and fro in front of his r.
TIERS basement store.
"Honk, honk!" he cried. as he
dragged after him a soap-box ON
wheels.
His painful injuries of yesterday
were merged In the amusement of the
hour, for in the exercise OF a bene-
feent imagination Pincus was himself
agafn-a 40 horsepower gasoline auto
mobile.
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