The Humeston New Era from Humeston, Iowa • Page 6

Hickey Was Using His Revolver. SYNOPSIS. Dan Maitland, on reaching his fTew York bachelor club, met an attractive young woman at the door. Janitor O'Hagan assured him no on had been within that day. Dan discovered a woman's finger prints in dust on his desk, alons with a letter from his attorney.

Maitland dined with Bannerman. his attorney. Dan set out for Greenfields, to get his family jewels. Maitland, on reaching home, surprised lady in gray, cracking the safe containing his gems. She, apparently, took him for a well- known crook, Daniel Anisty.

Half-hypnotized, Maitland opened his safe, took therefrom the jewels, and gave them to her, first foimmg a partnership in crime. The real Dan Anisty, sought by police of the world, appeared. Maitland overcame him He and the girl went to New York in her auto. He had the jewels. She was to meet him that day.

A "Mr. Snaith" introduced himself as a detective. To shield the girl in gray, Maitland, about to show him the jewels, supposedly lost, was felled by a blow from "Snalth's" pane The latter proved to be Anisty himsPlf and he secured the gems. Amsty, Who was Maitland's double, masciuciaded as the latter. The criminal kept Mait- land'3 engagement with tlie girl in gray.

He gave her the gems The girl in gray Visited Maitland's apartments during his S-bsenca and returned gems. Maitland, without cash, called up his home and heaid -a woman's voice expostulating. Anisty, disguised as Maitland, tried to wring from her the location of the gems. A crabh was heard at the front door. Maitland overwhelmed the crook, allowing him to escape to shield the young woman.

The girl in gray made her escape, i into a cab. An instant later, by working a rusp, Anisty was at her side. Ho took her to Attorney Bannerman's office There, by torture, he tried in vain to wring from her the location of HIP gems He left her a moment and she 'phoned O'Hagan, only getting in the words- "Toll Mr. Maitland under the bowl." the hiding place In the latter's rooms, when Anisty heard her words. Bannerman was ealecl as a crook.

He and Anisty sot out to set urc and town The girl Btill imprisoned. Maitland finding the girl gone, searched his and xino.irthcd tho IcweOs under the brass bowl He struck Amsty's trail in a big office building. CHAPTER "Ah, cut thai, can't yeh?" Hickey got on all fours, found his cigar, stuck it in his mouth, and tell into place at MaiUand's side. "Hickey, I mean. But how--" "If yeh're MaiUand, 'nd Anisty'a at the St.

Luke binldin', tell that fool up there to drive!" Maitland had no need to lift the trap; the cabby had already done that. "All right," the young man called. "It's Detective Hickey. Drive on!" The lash leaped out over the roof-- the horse, presumably convinced that no speed other than a dead-run would ever again be de- pianded of it, tore frantically down the avenue, the hansom rocking like a topsail-schooner in a heavy gale. Maitland and the detective were bat tered against the side and back of the vehicle and slammed against one another with painful regularity.

Under such circumstances speech was diffl cult; yet they managed to exchange a few sentences. "Yeh gottuh gun?" "Anisty's--two good cartridges." "Jus' as well I'm along, I guess." And again: "How'd yeh s'pose An- isty got this cab?" "I dor know--must 've been in the house--I told cabby to wait--Anisty seems to have walked out right on your heels." "Hell!" And a moment later: "What's this about a woman in the case?" Maitland took swift thought on her behalf. "Too long to go into now," he parried the query. "You help me catch this scoundrel Anisty and I'll put in a good word for you with the deputy commissioner." "Ah, yeh help me nab him," grunted the detective, 'nd I won't need no good word with nobody." The hansom swung into Broadway, going like a whirlwind; and picked up an uniformed officer in front of the Platiron building, who, shouting and using his locust stridently, sprinted after them. A block further down another fell into line; and he it was who panted at the step an instant after the cab had lurched to a stop- befoie the entrance to the St.

Luke building. Hickey had rolled out before the policeman had a chance to bluster. 'Lo, Bergen," he greeted the man "Yeh know me--I'm Hickey, central office. Yeh're jus' in time. Anisty's in this buildin'---'r was ten minutes ago.

We want all the help we c'n get." By way of reply the officer stooped and drummed a loud alarm on the sidewalk with his night-stick. "Say," he panted, rising, "you're a wonder, Hickey--if you get him." "Uh-huh," grunted the detective with a sidelong glance at Maitland. "C'm 'long." The lobby of the building' was quite deserted as they entered, the night- watchman invisible, the night elevator on its way to the roof--as was discovered by consultation of the indicator dial above the gate. Plickoy punched the night call bell savagely. "Me 'nd him," he said, jerking tho free thumb at Maitland, '11 go up and hunt him out.

Begin at th' top floor an' work down. That's th' way, huh? 'Nd," to the policeman, "yeh stay here an' hold up anybody 't tries tub leave th' buildia'. There ain't no other entrance, I s'pose, what?" "Basement door an' ash lift's round th' corner," responded the officer. "But that had ought tub be locked, night." "Well, 'f anybody else comes along yeh put him there, anyway, for luck. What 'n hell's th' matter with this elevator?" The detective settled a pudgy index- finger on the push button and elicited a far, thin, shrill peal from the an- nunciator above.

But the indicator arrow remained as motionless as the car at the top of the shaft. Another summons gained no response, in likewise, and a third was also disregarded. Hickey stepped back, face black RS a storm-cloud, summed up his opinion of tho management of the building tn one soul-blistering phrase, produced his bandana and used it vigorously, uttered a libel on the ancestry of the night-watchman and the likes of him, and turned to give piofane welcome to policeman who had noticed the cab at Twenty-third street and who now panted in, blown and perspiring. Much to his disgust he found himself assigned to stand guard iver the basement exits, and waddled forth again into the street. Meanwhile the first officer to arrive upon the scene was taking his turn at agitating the button and shaking the gates; and with no more profit of his undertaking thai Hickey.

After a minute or two of it he acknowledged defeat with an ath, and turned away to browbeat the straggling vanguard of belated wayfarers--messenger boys, slatternly drabs, hackmen, loafers, and one or two plain citizens conspicuously out of their reputable giooves--who were drifting in at the entrance to line the lobby walls with blank, curious faces. Forerunners of that mysterious rabble which is apparently precipitated out of the very air by any extraordinary happening in city streets, if allowed to remain they would in five minutes have waxed in numbers to the proportions of an unmanageable mob; and the policeman, knowing this, set about dispersing them with perhaps greater discretion than consideration. They wavered and fell back, grumbling discontentedly; and Maitland, his anxiety temporarily distracted by the noise they made, looked round to find his erstwhile cabby at his elbow. Of whom the sight was inspiration. Ever thoughtful, never unmindful of her whose influence held him in this coil, he laid an arresting hand on the man's sleeve.

"You've got your cab--?" "Yissir, right houtside." "Drive round the corner, away from the crowd, and wait for me. If she-the young lady---comes without me, drive her anywhere she tells you and come to iny rooms to-morrow morning for your pay." "Thankee, sir." Maitland turned back, to find the situation round the elevator shaft in statu quo. Nothing had happened, save that Hickey's rage and vexation had increased mightily. "But why don't you go up after him?" "How 'n blazes can exploded the detective. "He's got th' night car.

'F I takes the stairs, he comes down by th' haft, 'nd how'm I tub. trust this here mutt?" He indicated his associate but humbler custodian of the peace with a disgusted gesture. "Perhaps one of the other cars will run--" Maitland suggested. "Ah, they're all dead ones," Hickey disagreed with disdain as the young man moved down the row of gates, trying one after another. "Yeh're only wastin'--" He broke off with a snort as Maitland, somewhat to his own surprise, managing to move the gate of the third shaft from the night elevator, stepped into the darkened car and groped for the controller.

Presently his fingers encountered it, and he moved it cautiously to one side. A vicious blue spark leaped hissing from the controller-box and the cage bounded up a dozen feet, and was only restrained from its ambition to soar sk wards by an instantaneous release of the lever. By discreet manipulation Maitland worked the car down to the street floor again, and Hickey, with a grunt that might be interpreted as an apology for his incredulity, jumped in. "Let 'er rip!" he cried, exultantly. "Fan them folks, out intuh th' street, Bergen, 'nd watch ow-ut!" Maitland was pressing the lever slowly wide of its catch, and the lighted lobby dropped out of sight while the detective was still shouting admonitions to the police below.

Gradually gaining momentum the car began to shoot smoothly up into the blackness, safety chains clankmg beneath the floor. Hickey fumbled for the electric light switch but, finding it, immediately shut the glare off again and left the car in darkness. "Safer," he explained, sententious. "Anisty '11 shoot, 'nd they says he shoots straight." Floor after floor in ghostly strata slipped silently down before their eyes. Half-way to the top, approximately, Hickey's voice rang sharply in the volunteer operator's ear.

"Stop 'er! Hold 'er steady. T'other's comin' down." Maitland obeyed, managing the car with greater ease and less jerkily as lie began to understand the principle of the lever. The cage paused in the black shaft, and he looked upward. Down the third shaft over, the other cage was dropping like a plummet, a block of golden light walled in by black filigree-work and bisected vertically by the black line of the guide- rail. "Stop that there car!" Hiokey's stentorian command had no effect, the block of light continued to fall with unabated speed.

The detective wasted no more breath. As the other car swept past, Maitland was shocked by a report and flash beside him. Hickey was using his revolver. The detonation was answered by a cry, a scream of pain, from the lighted cage. It paused on the instant, like a bird stricken a-wing, some four floors below, but at once resumed its downward swoop, "Down, down! After 'em!" Hickey bellowed.

"I dropped one, by God! T'other can't--" "How many in tho car?" interrupted Maitland, opening tbe lever with a firm and careful hand. "Only two, same's us. I hit th' feller what was runnin' it--" "Steady!" cautioned Maitland, decreasing tho speed, as the car ap- pronched the lower floor. Tht other had beaten thorn down; but its arrival at the street level was greeted by a short chorus of mad yells, a brief fusllltde of shots--perhaps five in all--and the clang of the gate. Then, like a ball rebounding, the cage swung upwards again, hurtling at full speed.

Evidently Anisty bed been received in force which he had not bargained for. Maitland instinctively reversed the lever and sent his own car upward again, slowly, waiting for the other to overtake it. Peering down through the iron lattice-work he could indistinctly observe the growing cube of light, with a dark shape lying huddled in one corner of the floor. A second figure, rapidly taking shape as Anisty's, stood by the controller, braced against the side of the car, one hand on tho lever, the other poising a shining thing, the flesh-colored oval of his face turned upwards in a supposititious attempt to discern the location of the dark car. Hickey, by firing prematurely, lent him adventitious aid.

The criminal replied with spirit, aiming at the flash, his bullet spattering against the back wall of the shaft. Hickey's next bullet rang with a bell-like note against the metal-work, Anisty's presumably went wide--though Maitland could have sworn he felt the cold kiss of its breath upon his cheek. And the lighted cage rocked past and up. Maitland needed no admonition to pursue; his blood was up, his heart singing with the lust of the man-hunt. Yet Anisty was rapidly leaving them, his car soaring at an appalling pace.

Towards the top he evidently made some attempt to slow up, but either he was ignorant of the management of the lever, or else the thing had got beyond control. The cage rammed the buffers with a crash that echoed through the sounding halls like a peal of thunder-claps; it was instantaneously plunged into darkness. There followed a splintering and rending sound, and Maitland, heart in mouth, could make out dimly a dark, falling shadow in the further shaft. Yet ere it had descended a score of feet the safety-clutch acted and, with a third tremendous jar, shaking the building, the car halted. Hickey and Maitland were then some five floors below.

"Stop 'er at 19," ordered the detective. There was a lilt of exultancy in his voice. "We got him now, all right, all right. He'll try to get down by--There!" Overhead the crash of a gate forced open was followed by a scurry of footsteps over the tiling. "Stop 'er and we'll head him off.

So now--eeeasy!" Maitland shut off the power as the car reached the nineteenth floor. Hickey opened the gate and jumped out. "Shut that," he commanded, sharply, as Maitland followed him, "in case he gets past us." He paused a moment i thought, heavy head on bull-neck drooping forward as he stared toward the rear of the building. He was fearless and resourceful, for all his many deficiencies. JVlaitland found time, quaintly enough, to regard him with detached curiosity, a rare animal, illustrating all that was best and worst in his order.

Endowed with exceptional courage, his address in emergencies seemed altogether admirable. "Yeh guard them stairs," he decided, suddenly. "I'll run through this hall, 'nd see what's doing. Don't hesitate to shoot if he tries to jump yen." And was gone, clumping briskly down corridor to the rear. (TO BE CONTINUED.) WHY UMBRELLA WAS RETURNED.

Something of a Joke on the Late Henry Ward Beecher. Among the financial friends of the preacher was one old broker in New York--an aggressive Unitarian, which sect he often said bore "the trade mark of honesty." One day he met Mr. Beecher hurrying toward Wall street ferry to avoid the downpour of a sudden rainstorm. "Take my umbrella," said the broker. "I don't need it; the coming bus takes me to my door." At the ferry Mr.

Beecher met a lady, a prominent church worker of a. sister church, who, having no umbrella, was lamenting her inability to reach her car safely. Tbe urbane preacher forced the umbrella upon her as he said: "I will be out your way to-morrow and will call and set it." Two hours later as Mr. Beecher was sitting in the old arm chair in his study the doorbell rang and when he responded to the call a boy hurriedly presented him with an umbrella, together with an unsealed note, which read: "Dear Mr. Beecher--My husband, Mr.

demands that I return the umbrella you so kindly loaned me at once, and join him in saying that under the circumstances the pleasure oj an anticipated call is unregretted. Upon opening the umbrella you will become more fully advised of our united action." The great expounder of truth and honesty was horrified when upon opening the umbrella he discovered a pasted slip upon which was written in a bold round hand: "Stolen by some Presbyterian thief!" The Hard-Hit Author. "Our town poet had been reading about the old-time authors getting inspiration out of garrets, where they did most of their writing, so he went to work and rented the only genuine garret in town, but in his case the scheme didn't work." "Nothing happened, eh?" "Oh, yes--something happened all right. Whilst he was tryin' to look the ceilin' out of countenance, three yards of plasterin' broke loose and knocked his head sideways! And nov he's even afraid to compose in the open air, for fear some of these balloon fellers will pelt him with lohn Ervin Shoots Divorced Wifi and Then Himselfi IEALOUSY GIVEN AS THE CAUSE Roy Smith Wounded by Slayer, But Will Live--Harry Erwin Telia Sad Story of Estrangement --Father's Warning. Homes, Oct.

8--John D. Ervin, aged 40 years, last evening entered the home of his divorced wife, Mrs. Mattie Ervin, 1714 South Fifth street, fired two bullets at Roy Smith, a boarder who was in the house, then shot his wife dead and sent a bullet crashing through his own brain. Both Mr. and Mrs.

Ervin diea almost instantly. Smith, wounfled slightly, ran across the street and gave the alarm. Neighbors rushed into the Ervin home and found the corpses of the murderer and his victim. The police were notified.immed- iately and took Smith to the Mercy hospital where his wounds were dressed. He will recover.

Mr. and Mrs. Ervin were divorced last spring after almost twenty years of married life. The divorce, according to the statement of their son, Harry, last night, was secured by the mother on charges of cruel and inhuman treatment. The decree gave her the possession of the family home, a substantial residence property located at 1714 South Fifth street, where the murder and suicide occurred last night.

Harry JErvin, aged 19, a hack driver, told the story of the estrangement of his father and mother. He declared that their home had been happy until about two years ago, but after that time they had frequent quarrels and he had been the go-between who prevented a separation for some time. Finally, last spring, ha was powerless to continue the relations longer, and his mother secured a divorce. Last night, about 8 o'clock Harry Ervin was at the union station with his hack, when his father came to him and bade him goodby, saying he was going away. The son thought little of the occurence then, as he was busy, and although he knew his father did not intend to leave the city he had no premonition of the tragedy that was soon to take place.

MAYOR AND POLICE IN BAD Officials Arrested by Marshal Clark to Answer Charge of Interfering With an Officer. Marshalltown, Oct. sensation was caused here by the arrest by United States Marshal Clark oi Mayor O. L. Ingledue, Deputy Chief of Police Michael Clark, Desk Sergeant R.

G-. Goodale, Officer Frank Haas, all of the poice force, and Deputy Sheriff C. B. Nason, on an indictment of the federal court at Davenport. The indictment is the result of the action by the police September 25, when E.

E. Vanwert, special deputy of the interior department, R. G. Smith and W. A.

Talbert, of Tama, and R. G. Holt, the Sioux Indian were arrested and confined in Jail while trying to secure evidence against a saloon when Holt attempt ed to buy liquor and was ejected. The officers were taken to Davenport. The government officers were kepi in jail over twenty-four hours and it is claimed the mayor refused a release on bonds.

Four other arrests also were mads later of Fritz and Sam Wenger, sa loonists, Leo McNamara, bartender, and Scott Jones, who was in the saloon at the time. All will be arraigned in Davenport and tried in Des Moines. The charge is conspiracy to pre. vent a federal officer from performing his duty. Murrow Released on $10,000 Bond Des Moines, Oct.

8--Ben Murrow, charged by the coroner's jury with murdering his brother, Charles Murrow, and who was incarcerated in the county jail early yesterday morning with a first degree murdei charge against him, is at liberty under bonds. He gave bonds of $10,000 before Justice of the Peace F. A. Cope last night, formally waived preliminary hearing and had hia case sent direct to the grand Jury ror action. His father, J.

S. Murrow, and his cousin, Charles H. Murrow, are his sureties. Horack in Byer's Place. Iowa City, Oct.

Claude Horack, professor in the college of law, has been appointed to the Universitj of Iowa in control of athletics, to the vacancy caused by the death ol Prof. L. M. Byers last summer. Girl Caught Under Car Wheels.

Washington, Oct. Bailey, an academy student, 18 years old, was run over by the 'firefly" at the Milwaukee station crossing, and may die from her injuries. Her skull Is badly crushed and cut and her left hand mangled. Missing Omaha Man Is Found. Omaha, Oct.

Bowers, general manager for Armoui who disappeared more than a month ago, has been located at Ft Francis, Ont. A nurse la expected to know what to do for common ailments, and worn, en who suffer backache, constant languor, and other common symptoms ot i complaint, should be grateful to Mrs. Minnie Turner, of E. B. Anadarko, for pointing out the way to find quick relief.

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