Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1914-08-26

At the Ossining station he bought a
ticket to New York and boarded the
first train. Two men Of all the crowd
seemed to notice him. One of these
got aboard the train directly behind
him, while the other entered the coach
he had chosen by the opposite door.
The train was an express and they
were soon at Forty-second street,
where, in the swarm Of thousands of
men and women. many coaches were
unloading to the station platforms.
Shorter Of stature than the average
in the teeming crowd, the head of
Hawkins disappeared in sea of hats
and bonnets, but the two men who
had come with him from Ossining
were never more than ten feet away
from him.
Leaving the Grand Central station.
Hawkins struck to the east and board
ed downtown Third avenue elevat-
ed train. He went all the way to Park
row.
In one Of the more widely read of
the penny newspapers he sought a
means Of finding the woman he want
ed. He entered the Park row newspa-
per Office and, counting his cash, found
that he had 81 and some odd change.
He inquired of clerk and found that
''personal' would cost him 81. He
was given a pencil and an ADVERTISE
ment blank. The personal was written
and paid for. and Bill departed.
AS the probationer reached the side
walk the two men who had followed
him separated. One kept on his heels
and the other, with a look of triumph
in his eyes, hurried inside and to the
advertising clerk. He showed a police
badge.
I'm Captain Kearney of central Of
f1ce." he said briskly, "and want to
glimpse the personal the old man Just
left with you"
The clerk produced it.
Kearney read it slowly: Jennie
Hawkins. Send address this office.
Want you, my wife,"
The detective uttered a growl Of dis
appointment as he handed back the
slip of paper.
Il thought he was tipping Montgom-
cry that he was out and that the trail
would be short one," he said to him.
self.
He turned to the clerk again.
"Soon as you get an answer to that
personal" he instructed the young
man, Telephone headquarters and ask
for Captain Kearney. If l amt there
the message will be delivered to me.
See?"
Hawkins moved from the respectable
newspaper end OF Park row to that Sec
ton of the same iron pillared and
track covered highway which melts
into the Rowery. He had but little
money, and he was hungry.
For cents he could have entered
one Of hundred and more saloons.
had glass Of beer and his fill of beans,
bread and corned beef. But he had
learned his lesson from drink. and he
passed these places. choosing a cheap
restaurant after carefully studying the
prices OF Its various dishes displayed
| on frame Of dirty white oilcloth in
black letters.
He found seat in the rear of the
place facing the door.
Kearney's man had entered behind
him and was seated with his back to
him. But he faced mirror, and he
could see every move of the old proba
toner he was shadowing.
The eyes of Hawkins shifted about
The restaurant, taking in the dirty
walls, tawdry pictures, faded artificial
flowers and the little signs proclaiming
special dishes and their prices. For
only a second his eyes rested on the
mirror, but it was long enough.
"A BULL" said Hawkins to himself.
The glance at the mirrored face was
enough to impress it on his mind. If
this detective was shadowing him and
not some other man Hawkins would
know it in Just little while.