Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-24

His shoes were polished. He paid
the Greek boy and returned to the
Bowery with his shadow.
| Hawkins entered the reading room"
of a lodging house just north of Chat
| ham square. One table. Uttered with
CASTOR newspapers and three or four
old and we'll thumbed magazines. was
In the center of the room. Around the
walls were ranged chairs placed as
closely together as the seats on the
average New York park bench.
| AS he fumbled among the papers his
keen eyes swept the faces of the down
and outs who had been able to pay for
the shelter they would have during
the coming night.
Kearney's man followed him into the
! room after minute. pulled a newspa-
per from his pocket and found a seat
near a window.
| The probati toner expected some one.
but he was not among the men gather
ed here. He took a paper and found a
! seat in the same row with the detec-
! tive.
! Without craning his neck and lean
! ing forward the detective could not
watch Bills movements. Still. there
! was no WHY for Bill to leave the room
| without being seen by him, and the de-
| tective was satisfied with their relative
! positions
The Butcher" beside whom the pro.
! bationer had worked in the cutting
Au tnlI IN
he needed any help Generally about
noon THE Butchers" friend. Boston
Ed Fallon. came there to>Set his mail
and read the papers after breakfast. A
! part Of Eds duties in life was TO keep
up the underground communication be-
tween the outside world and the con-
victs in Sing Sing 1t was he who had
sent IN the cash with which MontgOm-
cry was Staked when he made his get
away Bill would know him by
birthmark under his dropping left eye.
The noon hour passed tediously for
| Kearney's man. but comfortably for
| Bill. He read paper after paper, en-
| joying every line of the news of the
! world from which he had been shut off
| so long.
Toward O'Clock Boston Ed"
middle aged man. dressed as .aborer,
entered the room and went To the table.
where he fumhIed among the papers
and sized up the other guests and
''sponges" of the Chatham square lodg-
! ing house. He uncovered the headquar-
| terS man in Il glance fam under his
| heavily lidded eyes and flashed IA signal
with Il look to Bill. whose eyes he saw
| peering knowingly at him from over
his paper.
Bills fingers began to move, and
without appearing to look his way "The
Butchers" birthmarked friend read
message in the deaf and dumb Ian
guage. telling him to stand by for a
talk.
He chose Il paper and a seat. placing
the table between him and Kearney's
| man. With his hands in his lap. "Bos-
ton Ed" could work his fingers with
out the detective reading his messages,
should he by chance know the sign
code.
The Butch sent me-" Si"nAled Bill.
I'm just out
us the bull shad"vluS lua?" asked
Eds fingers.
Yes"
whats doinS?"
Hes following me to find an
escape"
what you want?
Get a personal in the Herald for
me-"
Shoot it"
Here it is: 'Bid.-O. X. December.
/ Bill"
81 got you"
Repeat it."
"Kid.-O. X. December.-Bnl.'"
I'm broke"
III pay"
Thanks
What you doing next?"
TRY TO shake the shadow"
Then WHAT"
Hunt for my wife. Jennie Hawkins.
Advertised for her. but the bulls will
watch the newspaper Offices"
Jennie Hawkins?'
Yes
Are you Bill Hawkins?"
Yes"
The man with the birthmark smiled
and pretended to read his paper for
moment.
BILL" he resumed.
| "Yes?"
shake the bull and meet me in Cor
lears Hook park. III take you to her"
Bills hands dropped in his lap. He
paled and then flushed.
How is she?" he asked.
"Fine and good woman"
Thank God" said Bill to himself
and then. with his fingers: "I'll meet
| you in Deefy's saloon. When?'
ANY night between 10 and 12"
Bill rose from his seat and left the
room, his shadow at his heels.