Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1916-08-27

darted forward intent on saving Arturo But
the knife flashed through the air so quickly
and powerfully that it seemed could no,
Then suddenly the miracle for which
body crashed through the glass sliyligh,
and thudded against Beppo ninSing him t.
the floor just one second before his cleaning
dagger had finished it's menacins descent.
At the very moment when the impact OF
his body had saved Arturo there had been !:
Wild explosion somewhere outside which
rent the night air with one shrickine hurst
H sound--after which came heavy pail "i
silence.
What was that sound: II suggested no,h-
ing <" much as the explosion OF bomb
such as had never dreamed any quarter OF
Manhattan Island could contain.
looked up to the Jagged glass OF the
ure had fallen. Dark. leering faces were
peering down through it The grmmes,
back the framework OF the skylieht as il he
We're going TO- folio" the man who so sud.
denly broke through 1t. turned to look a,
him. He, too, WAS Italian.
There seemed no help for us.
Where was Jimmy barton all this while
We shall have to go back few hours and
follow Mr.. Barton through series Of :,d
Marie and / had met that night
Mr.. Barton had am understanding OF how
TO deal with various elements OF the under
world that went far deeper than mere
knowledge of their languages. Not only
could he sneak Italian. hut he could LOOK
Italian. After the editor had given him
his assignment he hurried home and pro-
ccedcd to make up for the part he expected
to play that night The result satisfied him
very we'll.
Jimmy. my boy" said he your mother
wouldn't know you in this Dnpo ke-ui,
aud neither would your sw cetheart--that is
If YOU had sweetheart"
Jimmy paused not to admire the complete
ness Of his disguise, bus set off at once 10,
the district in Harlem where he expected IL
get Information against the Hack Handlers
which would be fully as pleasing to the
Law abiding citizens OF Little Italy" as t.
the editor OF tho New York Evening Journal
In the early evening young Italian en-
which Arturo Bocetti had hestated only :,
little while before. The shabby young fcl
low siourhcd along In queer half furtive
whom he addressed with an air OF br:lvado
Il gotta da bomb!"
The police sergeant wasted no time i'm
dealing with the OF the yoang chap
who WAS scowling fierceiy as he made.
his threat. And even he whipped :, gun
from below his desk he aimed 1t "a, the
Young Italian several officers lcaped for
Young boaster and examined him before he
could protest or make an effort to prove the
power OF his dangerous weapon.
y sudden burst OF hearty laughter inter
rupted their work, and distinctly American
voice jibcd at them irrevcrcntly: We'll.
got you Fellows all right. I'm Jimmy Bar
ton. OF the journal, and IL can rouse the
whole stntion I guess I'll get by i'm Little
Italy.
II took n moment two for Jimmy to
make himself understood. When the officers
realized that he was not a menace To the
community they laughed good naturally
cause Of the success of Jimmy's ruse.
Hut the sergeant warned Mr. Barton that
he would get knife in his back If he wasn't
careful. That intrepid youth only waved
his hand to the policemen and set of gayly
on his tour of Harlem
Fsrrarfs saloon WAS known to a few we'll