The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-08-04

I muttered something inaudibly and
stood nearer to the boiler. After a
period of silence l said in a slow
manner, as man uses who is about
to reveal confidence:
"You have been mighty kind In al
lowing me to get warm in front of
your boiler. and you look to me like
you would not get fellow into
trouble by giving him away, so will
tell you all about it. You see,"
continued, II am driller, and / was
working under superintendent We
had some trouble over a girl, and
he had a gun. He shot me through
the hand"
With that I pulled my hand out of
the sling and showed him the band
age. to which the liver, adhering, had
given a hideously stained appearance,
while the liver itself looked like a
chunk of raw and quivering flesh.
"Gracious! You've got an awful
hand there" said George Book. look
ing at the liver and the bandage and
shuddering. "You ought to have 1t
attended to at once.
I'm going to have it attended to
when l reach Petroleum Center"
answered. 81 don't want to stop on
the way, either. because of the other
fellow. l shot him, but l don't know
whether he is dead or not; in fact,
didn't wait to see. left Immediately
he dropped, and have walked the en-
tire distance, only stopping long
enough to get cup of coffee at the
eating house in the Oil City depot"
Books sympathy was now fully
aroused, for he was really a good
hearted fellow. You must be awful
hungry" he said
mot very" / answered II have
some good friends at Petroleum Cen
ter who will feed me and look after
me, and keep me under cover while
the police are searching for me; and
| guess they will get a doctor, too.
What is worrying me most just now
is that I cannot write with my left
hand, and I want to write letter.
You see, my folks live at Fort Erie,
Canada, which is just across the Nj
agara river, opposite Buffalo. have
been saving my money and sending it
to my people at Fort Erie, and they
have it all deposited in a bank at
Buffalo, to my credit. l have several
hundred dollars there, and if I could
only write a letter tonight and mail
it on the early morning train tomor-
row morning, it would reach Fort
Erie tomorrow night. My friends
could then send me all the money
need, which l would receive the day
after tomorrow at Petroleum Center"
George Book was thoroughly taken
off guard.
Il am a pretty good penman and
would be glad to write the letter for
you," he answered. This, as a matter
of fact, l knew already, for I had
learned that George Book was good
scholar, having been country school
teacher some years before in his ma,
tive county, Crawford county, Pennsyl,
vania. He was also considered an ex-
ira good penman. At the same time,
it was on Henry and not on George
that the suspicion had naturally fallen.
George Book excused himself and
went to his house, which stood near
by, returning in a few minutes with
letter paper, envelopes and big lunch
for two, including pot of coffee,
We ate the lunch together, and then
l produced cigars from my pocket,
and we lit up. After we had finished
George Book started to write the let.
ter at my dictation. In debating this
I used as many words as l could
which had been used in the anony.
nous letters, with whose contents
of course thoroughly familiarized my.
self.
at once perceived that George
Book was using the same quality of
paper as that upon which all the
anonymous letters had been written
and, in consequence, did not make
my letter very long. l also perceived,
before three lines had been set down.
that he used the same handwriting
the same kind of ink and, in all prob.