Bisbee daily review., 1914-10-15

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 pletely the one strange stamp of abso lute human individuality that natur, has providcd-the record of the nesl itself
 No cry escaped Nelson's lips. The agony was keen But what was such agony compared to that which would be his 1T the man from New York DO. lice headquarters slipped handcuIs upon him and took him from his wife from the people he had worked with and for to be taken away and be bur jed alive?
 Molly had started toward her hus- band but her wOman's nature was not equal to the horror of the moment. She fell face downward to the floor.
 The machinery came to a full stop, but the steel jaws had closed over Nel- sons hands.
 Kearney was the nearest man to him.
 "Just move that iron rod to the right there" he heard Nelson say. Move it slowly just an inch backward"
 Kearney obeyed. and the jaws re leased their hold
 "There is a physician in the Reedy mills.' called Nelson to one of the white faced girls. "Telephone him quickly"
 He turned to another girl ignoring Kearney.
 Quick" he instructed her. "Tie some of this material tightly about my wrists"
 He held forth his dripping hands.
 The sleuth, his mind for a moment blank with horror at this deliberate sacrifice, grabbed up a piece of knitted material and made a tourniquet. first for one wrist and then for the other
 The mill physician arrived as this first aid work was accomplished. He quickly cleaned and made aseptle the myriad little wounds in the hands of Nelson.
 ''The bones of four fingers in the right hand and of three in the left seem to be broken" he said as he began band aging. 'They will mend easily; in a month, only the scars will be left"
 Molly had come from her swoon and was holding her husbands bandaged hands lightly in her own, her tears wetting them. She was fully cogni- zant of all that had happened She knew who the stranger was standing stupidly, but with an ashen face, near her
 Kearney slipped back 10 the office, picked up the photographs from Nel- sons desk, put on his hat and made his way furtively from the building.
 
 Inspector Ranscombe was cleaning out his desk.
 The end of his police career had come. He had been placed on the re tired list, and an order from d new commissioner that morning had broken the news to him suddenly viciously. that he was no longer wanted
 Lieutenant Jimmy Dunn, in the big room outside, had heard the old man roar. Ranscombe wanted to die in har- ness. He was old. but he knew his job and had plenty of virility
 The new commissioner was entirely a political appointee. The "lidp had been kept on New York a little too long, and the gamblers and others who made their fortunes by violating the law had squeezed down on the mayor. An election was at hand, and the may or had to obey or retire to private life for the rest of his days.
 The scowl that had frightened many a crooked detective lay heavily on his forehead, and in his eyes. as Rams. combe selected his personal papers from those that were departmental, was a giint of bitter protest
 There was a tap at the door,
 "Who is it? What dyuh want?" he growled angrily.
 Kearney showed his face in the door tlmldly
 Come in, bossP he asked
 Ranscombe nodded and returned to bis desk.
 CT found him, boss" began Kearney. Found whof" snapped the inspec- tor. "Get 1t out of your system and beat it."
 Jim Montgomery, who escaped from Sing Sing" explained Kearney, twist. ing a felt hat nervously in his hands. The inspector looked up in surprise. 'Jim Montgomery" he repeated. as be reached for a telegram on his desk. "Yes, sir, but ! didn't bring him back with me"
 "Oh, you didn't? That was consider ate. l guess you found out that we had the wrong man in stir, ehF
 No. sir It wasn't that. ] found that be was on the level all these years He was just married, and he changed his so that all could get to prove he was the man was his finger prints. When I tried to get them from him he stuck his hands in some ma chinery and"- What"
 The inspector half rose from his chair His heavy jaws came together with a snap.
 ''Yes.' sir. He'd made a good name, and rather than disgrace 1t and bis