The Monroe journal., 1915-07-20

In Difference to the upcoming pas
senger from the Belle Julie. the two
man catchers tried to do their job qui
city. But Griswold would not have il
so. and he was up and had twisted
himself free when a blow from q
dubbed pistol drove him back to his
knees. Half stunned by the clubbing
he still made shift TO spring afooi
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, Griswold
knew that the leveled pistol meant
surrender or death. When his captor
had handcuffed him and was walking
him toward closed carriage drawn
up before the nearest saloon in the
river-fronting street. he ventured to
ask what he was wanted for.
you'll find that out soon enough.
was the curt reply. and nothing more
was said until the carriage was
reached and the door had been jerked
open. Get in" commanded the mai,
esty of the law. and when the door
was slammed upon the captive. the
plain-clothes man turned to the driver.
a little wizened lrishman with a face
like a shriveled winter apple. What
time does that New Orleans fast train
pull out?"
Griswold heard the reply: "Sivin-
forty-fve, sorr." and something In the
thin. piping voice gave him fresh
courage. Through the open window
of the carriage he saw his captor
glance at his watch and begin an i'm
patient sentry beat up and down I'M
der the electric transparency advertis-
ing the particular brand of whisky
specialized by the saloon. He was evil
IDENTIFY waiting for his colleague to
bring in the negro, and time passed.
The spring evening was raw and
chilly, and the open doors of the sa-
loon volleyed light and warmth and a
reckoning invitation. Griswolds gift,
prostituted to the service of the
changed point of view, babe him read
In the red face, the loose lip and the
bibulous eyes the temptation that was
gripping the plainclothes man.
By careful contortion of the man
acled hands, which seemed suddenly
TO have become endowed with the
crafty dizziness of the hands of pick
pocket, he found his working capital
in pocket of the shortsleeved coat
1t had been diminished only by the
hundred dollars put into John Gavitt's
hands, and the twenty he had given
the negro. He wished he might have
had a glimpse of the little Irish cab
mans face. Since he had not, he
made two hundred dollars of the
money into a compact roll and put the
remainder back into the inner pocket.
1t was only a minute or two after
this that the red-faced mans impa-
tience blossomed into the thirst that
will not be denied. and he went into
the saloon to get drink, first putting
the cabman on guard.
Get down here and keep an eye On
this dicky-bird," he ordered. Slug
him If he tries to make break"
But the cabman hung back.
I'm no iightin man, sorr; an, be-
sides, don't dare lave me harrses,"
he objected But the officer broke in
angrily.
What the devil are you afraid Of?
He's got the clamps on, and couldn't
hurt you If he wanted to. Come down
here!"
The little lrishman clambered down
from his box reluctantly, with the