Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 6, 1917, Page 3

(Copyright, 1916, by W. G. Chapman.) Little Cecil Barrett expended a nick- el given to him by a visiting aunt for n pea shooter, and hastened to find his boon companion, Lester Hall, to advise him of the prize secured. Cecil had the armament, Lester provided the ammunition, ¢onsisting of about a pint of beans abstracted from a bin in the home pantry. / Yorthwith the enthuslastic young- sters proceeded to ensconce themselves among some bushes on the public high- way. Then the fun began. They pep- pered passing Sol Dunkley, a tipsy ne’er-do-well. They fusiladed the gro- y delivery wagon, starting up t®@e horse attached to the best gait of his life. “Oh, let me!” suddenly ejaculated Lester eagerly, and secured posses- sion of the shooter. “There's an auto- mobile coming aud the top is down. It’s Miss Breton, our Sunday school thacher, but she'll never know,” and the excited speaker filled his mouth with a handful of beans and was ready to greet a new victim. The wind was blowing fiercely and the auto was going at high speed. As it came in range, a shower of the whith globules took the machine in range\ and Cclattered about wind shield and chauffeur. Miss Iola Breton, in the bak seat conning a letter which she haf] just got at the postoflice, felt a shary\ tap on the hand holding the missive.) Stung and startled, she re- Jaxed h@r hold of the double sheet. Pufft—n wayward sweep of the wind took the delicate tissue and it went alott in an air current. “Oh, stop; stop, quick!” exclaimed the young lady in urgenty and dismay. The chauffeur put on the brakes, but fifty feet past the spot where the letter had sailed aloft. “A letter blew from my hand that way,” advised Iola hurriedly. “It In and Out Among the Stunted Bushes and Saplings She Went. must have lodged somewhere among the bushes yonder. I must recover it” She stepped hastily from the ma- chine, loth to have the chauffeur en- saged in the quest, and blushing as she recollected why. In and out among the stunted bushes and sap- lings she went. At the end of half an hour, vexed, tired, disappointed, she returued to the auto and tersely or- dered the chauffeur to drive home. She had not been able to find the precious missive. But some one else had. The machine had long since disappeared and two urchins had sneaked home gulltily, hiding their surplus ammunition ia a | hand to bring this human craft safe to «itch and the bean blower in a hol-|port. To such history had its lessons, low tree, when a gaunt man, using 4 cane and limping, chanced to cross the } can best be secured by an earnest ef- brusn patch om his way to town. His | fort at mastery, not by trusting to the foot disturbed a leafy branch of| shifting and unstable “interests” of dwarfed osage and an open written sheet fluttered across the path. He picked it up, glanced at it and was ‘never love another. Do not grieve, it | may all come out right yet.” | Lionel Gray had, as the paragraph | in the letter indicated, disappeared | from Newton in the midst of a court- ship of pretty Iola Breton. He lived || With an old aunt, had just started in a law and real estate business when he suddenly removed his office, furni- | ture, storing it in a loft of his aunt's barn, without an explanation. Since then Iola had nursed a break- ing heart. She had made cn excuse to call upon Lionel’s aunt, but the lat- ter was sombre, almost repellant, sim- | Ply vouchsafing that her nephew had | Sought a more promising field of la- bor at a distant point. The gaunt stranger who had found the missing letter went straight to the home of Mrs. Durand, the aunt of Lionel Gray. It was to introduce him- self as a friend of her distant nephew. They-had worked side by side in some construction work in the West and had become close friends. Gregory Lane was on his way back to his fam- ily in the East, and had promised Li- onel to call upon his aunt on his way and tell how he was getting along. But the letter had brought to Lane @ new point of view of a general sit- uation. Within an hour Lane had shown the missive to Mrs. Durand. “Do you understand,” spoke Lane, “that every impulse of my soul di- rects me to act for my friend, your nephew, Lionel Gray? The one dis- pair of his life is that Miss Breton never cared for him. This letter proves the contrary. The news of that fact would raise him to the heights of hap- piness. You know why he left New- ton, so do I. He has insisted upon the truth being kept secret. Is it net our duty to clear up the mystery, with these two loving souls so cruelly part- | ed?” “You mean—” “That Miss Breton should know that the reason why Lionel left Newton was because he had been robbed of his little capital by her dissolute brother, Henry Breton, and that Lionel bore his loss and was silent.” Two days later Lane visited the dis- tant town where Henry Breton was living. He took him aside and told him of the object of his visit. He spoke not of the return of the money, all he asked was that Henry confess to his sister that he was the cause of the separation, for, reduced to poverty, Lionel Gray had decided to give up home and business and seek to rebuild his plans in a new field. “You amaze me!” were the vehem- ent words of Henry Breton, “and I am shocked to think that Lionel could fancy that I, the recipient of so many | kindnesses at his hands, could rob him, But I understand it all. Just before »Lionel left Newton he met me and a fellow reveler I had picked up in my reckless bout, and put us in his office to sleep off our intoxica- tion. An hour later I awoke in a muddled state to find my companion taking a roll of money from a desk, doubtless the thousand dollars. I at- tacked him, rescued the money, kicked him out, locked the door and re- stored the money.” “To Lionel’s desk? He never found at “I don’t knd&, but to a desk. I left the office and town before daylight, sober, but wretched. In my condition I might have put the money in some other desk.” “I believe you and thank you,” said Lane, and hurried back to Newton. It was to go over the office furniture stored in the loft of the Durand barn. And, sure enough, in an old un- used desk, not the one Lionel had reg- ularly used, the money was found | where Henry Breton had put it. Two things happened in rapid suc- cession—one was a call upon Iola Bre- ton by Lane. He told her all, he re- turned the letter, and, though she was flustered with embarrassment, a new happy light came into her loving eyes. And a telegram went to the far dis- tant Lionel Gray, signed by Lane and reading: “The thousand dollars found. Miss Breton knows all and is awaiting your return.” Business Man's Estimate of Culture. There are still men whom the busl- ness world and scientific efficiency have not warped and who see in a cul- tural education—even in the study of ancient classics—an opportunity to broaden one’s vision, quicken one’s perception of the real values of life, and accumulate against dark ‘and e | stormy days resources that will enable the pilot with clear eye and steady Uterature its inspiration; and these youth or the uncertain and even more THE CASPER DAILY TRIBUNE THIEF CALLED TO WORK BY CLOCK Most industrious of Burglars Is Finally Landed in Jail in Seattle. LOOTED MANY HOUSES Operating on Systematic Basis, Thrifty Marauder Was Able to Accumu- late Bank Account and Says He Likes Game. . Seattle, Wash.—Carl Peterson, the most industrious and busiest night bur- glar that ever operated on the Pacific coast, who confessed that an alarm clock called him to “work” every night and that he systematicully and care- fully went about his business as a banker or merchant would take up his duties for the day, is in the city jail here. Peterson has been in Seattle since last April and during this time has robbed about 80 private residences and stores. Regularly every morning, ac- cording to his story, he would rise at the call of his alarm clock, at 1:30 in the morning, eat a light breakfast, ivat his revolver, put a couple of “jim- mies” and a flashlight in his pocket and then start out to plunder some house. Lifetime of Robbery. Quick-eyed, well-built, with features betraying a love for excitement, Peter- son devoted almost a lifetime to rob- bing folks, “on a business basis with a bank acgpunt to show for it.” He says he took up burglary as his profes- sion many years ago he proudly boasts that he has no equal, He has made a thorough study of the art of burglary and offered to place a wager that he could jimmy his way into the home of the chief of detectives and rob it with- out awakening the occupants. Peter son says he never wears any socks while “at work” and that he always removes his shoes before entering any house. Seattle officers are of the opinion Peterson has committed more bur glaries than any other single man in the criminal history of the West. Al though only twenty-seven years old, he has been a prowler since he wore knickerbockers. In Oakland, Cul., the prisoner boasts that he robbed 100 homes and stores in four months and Would Rise at 1:30 and Start Out. that he also operated extensively in San Francisco and Sacramento. Burglar Has Bank Account. The loot obtained by Peterson in Seattle is valued at thousands of dol- lars. A transfer wagonfull of stolen goods, including clothing, cameras, re- volvers, jewelry, sult cases, grips and a varied assortment of other articles was taken from his rooms to police headquarters: Later the office was stormed with victim's of Peterson's operations. Peterson sald the thrill and excite- ment of the game appeal strongly to him but that he took up burglary as a regular business and determined to nobody can identify that. It’s not a bad game if a fellow likes it. But you BURGLAR’S SNORING AWAKES HIS VICTIM Intruder Falls Asleep Under the Bed of Couple He Intended to Rob. Birmingham, Ala.—Conviction of Walter Jones, a one-legged burglar, in the criminal court here, brought out an unusual incident of house- breaking. The story of the burglary an@ cap- ture, as told by the evhtence, showed that Jones, in his effort to rob the home of Mr, and Mrs. E. P. Vennom, an old couple of the suburbs, crawled under the bed and waited for them to retire. The burglar himself fell asleep, and his snoring aroused Mrs. Vennom, who understook to light a lamp, which ex- ploded. This awoke the burglar, who threatened Mrs, Vennom with death if the gave the alarm. Just then Mr, Vennom awoke and grappled with the burglar, who leaped Up / It Stuck Firm in the Mire. out of a window. The burglar had left his wooden leg under the bed. By following single foot-tracks the police pursued the peg-legged robber to his refuge. With the assistance of a pal, Jones made another wooden leg, with which he went to his shanty in the woods. Suddenly the police ar- rived and Jones dived through the rear window. In the backyard the mud was deep, and the wooden leg sank so far in the mire it stuck firm. Jones hobbled on desperately without it, but was over- taken while hopping on one foot. Both the original and second wooden legs were exhibited as evidence. ESCAPES PRISON IN BARREL But Convict Had to Have Fresh Air and Is Taken Back to Finish Sentence. Baltimore, Md.—Just because he had to have the air to breathe, Elmer John- son, a convict serving a ten-year sen- tence in the penitentiary for murder, spoiled a clever plan to escape. Johnson is employed in the shipping department and one night took ad- vantage of the absence of the regular guard to substitute himself for hol- lowware in a barrel that was to be shipped in the morning. The regular guard also examines barrels before they are sent out, but Johnson took the chance that the substitute would not, and he judged rightly. The barrel, with Johnson inside, cov- ered with excelsior, was wheeled out and put on the wagon. On the way Johnson felt the need of air and pushed up the ld to get it. A boy saw the arm go up out of the barrel and c.lled to the driver. The latter took a look, clapped the lid on again, whipped up his horses and carried Johnson back to the penitentiary. SKUNK SCENT CONVICTS THEM Two Hunters Convicted of Violating Game Laws by Odor in Their Coats. Carmel, Ind.—Scent of skunk on their hunting clothes convinced the police magistrate in Bedford of the guilt of William Schultz and his son, Helmuth, who protested their innocence, and convicted them of violating the game. laws. ° BE. L. Townsend, game warden, al- leged the defendants killed a skunk out of This they denied. hunting toats would tell so they were New Yorker Builds Bungalow on Skyscraper’s Roof EW YORK.—Life in a bungalow in the New York theater district is the experiment which is to be tried out by Earl Carroll, composer of “So Long, Letty,” and his bride, who was Miss Marcelle Hontabat, a young French actress who has been four years in this country. The bungalow is not only in the theater district, but is 20 stories up In the air, having been built on the roof of the Godfrey building, at Sev- enth avenue and Forty-ninth street. The cornerstone was laid at midnight recently with appropriate ceremonies, The bungalow will be large in or- der to permit the young couple to en- tertain. A Chinese dining room is to be decorated with a series of painted silk panels by Witold Gordon. Italian gardens, with waterfalls and foun- tains, will surround the bungalow. The gardens are to include a little grape arbor, where Mr. Carroll will cultivate this fruit in soll brought from Calt- fornia. It is his theory that grapes grown on vines 20 floors above the rock surface of Manhattan will have a flavor more delicate than Amontillado wine. California soil will be spread over the gravel roof, and besides grapes, plants of many kinds will bloom in the gardens, A tennis and handball court are to complete the conveniences of the aerial home. When his new home ts ready, Mr. Carroll can write and sell operes with- out the delay of coming downtown, Mrs, Carroll may also shop with the same ease, thus spending her ‘devoted husband's royalties without the least delay. If Mr. and Mrs. Carroll like their new home—and Mome was never like this—the roofs of Broadway are expected to blossom Into numerone other aerial estates, whose ample gardeus may reduce the cost of living. Boston Tree Waits Long for Its Child Planter OSTON.—Like the toy dog and the tin soldier of Eugene Field’s Little Boy Blue,” there stands beside the office of the trolley car starter at Oak square, Brighton, a sturdy tree which, the car men say, has been looking many »years for a child who, when the tree was a mere twig, thrust it Into the ground and told it she would return and fake it away, The story that has been handed down like a tradition among the car men, is to the effect that 15 years ago, when the office of starter was held by a man named Mallard, a pretty and daintily clad little girl, holding a small paper bag, approached him. “Do you take care of lost ar- ticles?” she asked him. When he asked fer what she had found she opened the bag and drew out what appeared to be the slip of a plant. She explained that she had found this on a seat in the car, and that, having a garden, she would like to plant the slip in It if the owner could not be found. Maliard told her she had better keep it, but she replied that such an act would be wrong If it were possible to find the owner. . She forced the bag nud slip into the starter’s hands, and left him. She had taken only a few steps, however, when she returned. “The plant will die if it is not put into the ground,” she told Mallard. “Well, you can plant it right in there,” said Mallard, indicating a spot nexr the corner of the office. Tulking to the plant as ff it were a child, the little girl thrust one end of it into the ground. Then, telling it she would come for it, she departed. As the years passed Mallard continued to look for her in vain. When he died, several years ago, the plant had become a sturdy young tree. It leans toward the fence in such a manner that its branches overhang the side- walk, This position, the car men say, is due to its constant watching for the child that planted it. Battle With Timber Wolf in Chicago’s Wilds HICAGO.—Bang! And another timber wolf bit the dust. It was in the wilds of North Hamlin avenue. Among the precipitous flat buildings the December chill was sweeping. Hardy Weat siders, despite an ominous gray sky, hit the trail for the corner drug OLD STILL e f ty c ® store and bought a good five-cent cigar to trim off the noon repast. Hark! A low growl. J. H. Fen- nell, who lives at 720 North Hamlin avenue, looked in the fence corner, A shaggy form loitered there. In a nio- ment Frank Fennell, a brother, arrived ou the scene, ? “That's a funny dog,” said J. H. “Dog your great-uncle’s off hind foot!” said Frank. “That’s a wolf.” Frank bore a blanket and a rope. He threw the blanket over the wolf's head. The wolf dodged and sank its teeth three times in the forearm of J. H. before Frank could hogtle the brute. A thousand neighbors and 9,000 children hurried to view the spectacle, Presently came two detectives, Lupo meanwhile had been tossed into the barn for safekeeping. The detectives leaned their trusty weapons on a window sill and squinted becomingly. The crowd tensed up like a man waiting for the other shoe to hit the floor. The women held their ears. Bang! And another timber wolf bit the dust. Science Routs Third-Degree Methods in New York N= YORK.—Science has routed the old “third-degree” method of solving murder mysteries in this city. With the arraignment of two Italians charged with the murder of an eleven-year-old girl two scientists have accom- Plished what the detective force failed Under the old regime when the two men were arrested on suspicion they would have been taken to police headquarters and questioned for hours by detectives In relays, and if they ] | =