The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1914-09-11

| offered the evidence which promptly
dipped the scales against Mr.. Dawkey.
Having recovered his second wind
in a measure, the terrier looked around
at the circle of unfamiliar faces, spied
his friend the footman ut the edge of
the crowd and, trotting cheerfully to
him with a rapidly vibrating tail, laid
his scratched nose against Mr.. Daw-
keys shins.
"Oh, he amt your dog, ehT' the
bartender snorted. "Well, he's pretty
blamed friendly to a stranger, amt
he"
James had been thinking as rapidly
as his cerebral processes would permit
during these exciting moments. His
berth at the Atwood Fothergill estab-
lishment was an easy and fairly remu-
nerative one and not to be lightly
thrown over.
Lets see what's marked on its col
lar" he suggested, STOPPING quickly
and taking the terrier into his arms.
The subterfuge distracted general at
tention for the moment.
The men between him and the door
moved in to have q look at the en-
graved silver plate, and with Tutto
well tucked under his arm. like quar-
terback with the ball sprinting for a
touchdown, Mr.. Dawkey suddenly
made a break for liberty, dashed
through the swinging doors and fed
through Fifty-ninth street with the
pack in pursuit
officer Drlseoll, fat and fifty, loung
ing against an areaway stairs in Lex
ington avenue, was deep In a discus
sion with Bum, the baker, concerning
the identity Of the man higher up,
when the sounds of the chase came to
his ears from around the corner
shouts and oaths and an occasional
stop thiefr' mingled with the patter
of many rushing feet.
Before he could get a firm grip on
his club and rouse himself to the &C.
casion Mr.. Dawkey turned the corner
In full fight, with the Boston terrier
safe under his arm, one strenuous ell
bow working like a piston rod.
DOG thief" suggested Bum, the
baker, after a hasty glance.
The policeman, with both arms
spread, essayed to check the hurried
advance of the fleeing footman, but
things had gone too far then with Mr..
Dawkey to have a mere patrolman
stop him.
If there had been a squad of them
something might have been accom-
plished but, so far from paying heed
| to Officer Driscoll's command that he
halt, James plunged six inches of his
head into him amidshlps with some
thing of the skill of the quarterback
he was personating, bowled him over
In a heap and sped on with renewed
zest.
AS the indignant and gasping police
man struggled to his feet. with the
leaders In the chase rounding the cor
ner in full cry. touring car rolled
into Lexington avenue at a leisurely
rate the chauffeur lounging luxurious
" in his cushions.
Half a dozen red faced and winded
men surrounded Policeman nriscoll
pouring into his ears disjointed story
Of the heinous offenses of the fugitive.
Mr.. Dawkey was still in sight far
down the block. The automobile was
drawing nigh, the chauffeur beginning
TO sit up and notice that something
was going on. and the policeman de-
cided to commander the machine and
pursue his assailant.
He had heard of such things being
done by thief catchers of the detec-
tive bureau, and this surely was
time for desperate measures.
"Hey, you!" he shouted to the chauf-
feur as he rushed to the car. Get
move on you and help me catch that
guyi Come on now-Speed her up"
The chauffeur, galvanized into ac-
ton by the command and with the lust
for a man hunt that the best of us
have at times. waited only to see that
the policeman was scrambling into the
tonneau before he threw on all the
speed that his engine carried and sent
the machine bounding ahead on the
chase.
At the second corner the fleeing
| foOtman glanced DacK, ana as he SAW
the CLEAN Of the shield and the but
tons on the coat of the policeman,
standing In the car like Washington
crossing the Delaware, he realized that
strategy must give place to mere speed
IL he was to escape.
He turned the corner and In his
haste paid no heed to an automobile
fire engine that was rushing through
the cross street at forty miles an hour.
Bells were changing, whistles were
footing, many people were running,
and Mr. Dawkey with his dog was
quite unnoticed in the press.
A few seconds later there was addi-
tional reason for his being ignored In
the presence of more interesting spec
tacles when the rushing motorcar,
with Policeman Driscoll in the ton
neau, crashed into the automobile fire
engine as 1t turned the corner, over
turned it in a red heap Of whirring
wheels and wrecked machinery and
was itself crumpled into scrap steel
and rubber.
Mr.. Dawkey heard the crash and was