The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1915-08-05

fore you get tired, pitch the thing into
the river and go about your business.
If you open 1t, it'll conjure you worse
than any Obi-man you ever heard Of"
mo, sub! l amt gwine open hit,
Cap'm-not if dey's cunjah in hit; no,
suh!"
well, there is-the worst kind of
conjure this old world has ever known.
But it won't hurt you if you don't
NEEDLE with it. Keep your wits about
you and be ready to grab it and run.
Here we 60"
The pilot had found his wharfage
and was edging the Belle Julie up to
it. The bow men paid out slack, and
Griswold and the black, dropping
from the swinging stage, trailed the
end Of the wet hawser up to the near
est mooring ring. Griswold bade the
negro keep watch and knelt to knot
the hawser in the ring. While the
negro sentinel was stammering,
"L-l-lookout Mars Cap'm!" the trap
was sprung
In Difference to the upcoming pas
senger from the Belle Julie, the two
man catchers tried to do their job qui-
etly. But Griswold would not have it
SO, and he was up and had twisted
himself free when a blow from a
dubbed pistol drove him back to his
knees. Half stunned by the clubbing,
he still made shift to spring afoot
again, to drop his handkerchief bundle
and kick it aside, and to close with his
assailants while the negro was snatch
ing up the treasure and darting away
among the freight pyramids. After
that he had but one thought; to keep
the two plain-clothes men busy until
the negro had made his escape. Even
this proved to be a forlorn hope, since
the smaller of the two instantly broke
away to give chase, while the Other
stepped back, spun his weapon in air
and leveled it.
Rage-blinded as he was, GrisWolC
knew that the leveled pistol mean
surrender or death. When his captol
had handcuffed him and was walking
him toward a closed carriage drawn
I'D before the nearest saloon in the
river-fronting street, he ventured tt
ask what he was wanted for.
You'll find that out soon enough,
was the curt reply, and nothing mor'
was said until the carriage wal
reached and the door had been jerket
open. Get in!" commanded the maj
esty of the law, and when the doc
was slammed upon the captive, tn
plain-clothes man turned to the driver
little wizened Irishman with a fac
like a shriveled winter apple. "Wha
time does that New Orleans fast trail
pull out?"
Griswold heard the reply: "Sivir
forty-five, sorr," and something in tn
thin, piping voice gave him fres
courage. Through the open windoN
of the carriage he saw his capto
glance at his watch and begin an in
) patient sentry beat up and down III
der the electric transparency adVertif
ing the particular brand of whisk
: specialized by the saloon. He was ev
, dently waiting for his colleague t
, bring in the negro, and time passed
The spring evening was raw an
:. chilly, and the open doors of the 81
loon volleyed light and warmth and
p beckoning invitation. Griswolds gif
+ prostituted to the service Of tn
+ changed point of view, bade him rea
h in the red face, the loose lip and th
|. bibulous eyes the temptation that wa
gripping the plain-clothes man.
q BY careful contortion Of the ma
e acled hands, which seemed suddenl
/ to have become endowed with Il
Q crafty deftness Of the hands Of pic
q pocket, he found his working capt.
It in q pocket of the short-sleeved coa
e II had been diminished only by Il
q hundred dollars put into John Gavitt
"a hands, and the twenty he had give