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THE TELL-TALE DIAMOND.
BT R. 1. MASON.
ON the night of January 10, 18, the
Clifton Bank was entered by burglars
who made good their escape with thirty
thousand dollars in their possession. As
soon as the robbery became known I re
paired to the bank and sought the presi
dent, to whom I presented my credentials
and made known my intention of begin
ning work at once. The old gentleman
readily acquiesced, and together we passed
into the main office ' where several spruce
looking young men were scratching away
as unconcernedly as if they had not been
engaged in an animated discussion of the
robbery only a minute before. 1 glanced
at them sharply, but saw nothing suspic
ious in their looks, and concluded it would
be a waste of tinio to question them.
I examined the ock of the door opening
upon the street, and found it had not been
tampered with, although the first arrival
had found the door ajar. I next turned
my attention to a door opening upon the
rear, and found it securely locked, in which
condition it had been, so the president as
sured roe, since the night before.
" Who has charge of the key of this
door?" 1 inquired.
" Mr. N , tho cashier, has one, and
our janitor the other."
" Can either of these gentlemen be sura
moiled ?"
" Yes, both if needs be. Here, Warren,
. run round to Mr. N 's and tell him that
I wish to see him immediately."
The clerk addressed was about to obey,
when a sudden thought struck me, and I
called him back.
" You need not trouble Mr. N ; but
if the janitor can be found ask him to step
down for a minute or two."
In less than two minutes the clerk re
turned accompanied by the janitor a broad
shouldered Irishman, whose answers to my
questions were given in such a straight
forward manner, that I at once exonerated
him from all blame.
" You lock up after tho clerks have gone
home, do you not?" I inquired, looking
the man in the eyes.
" Yis, sometimes I docs, an' sometimes I
dosoot," was the laconic answer.
"When do you not?"
" Whin Mr. N worruks lato o'nights
as has been the case putty much o'lato."
" Did you lock up last night?"
" Yis, sir, an' fwhats more, tried every
dure afterwards."
At what time did you lock that door ?'
aud I pointed toward the front entrance.
" Well, as near as I cau recollect, half
past siven." '
"Are you Bute you shot the bolt into its
socket?"
"Aye t I could swear that I' locked that
dure an' left it locked."
"How about the windows? Did you fas
ten them as well ?"
" Yis, ivery wan or thim."
" Very good, sir. You may go now if
you like," and I turned to the president.
.".Now then, Mr. J , with your per
mission I will investigate matters below
'stairs."
:.'" Certainly, sir; but first let mo get my
coat and hat. I am troubled with rheuma
tism, you observe, and have to exerois
more than usual care when , descending to
the vaults, I will be with you In a minute
or two," and the old gentleman disappeared
within hi private office.
"The old bunks I' I beard some one
exclaim, " Devilish careful of himself, aiu'
he?" , And then a snicker ran around the
room. ... j ,....,''!,..: i i
" I judged from this that the " old hunks'
in question was something of a bugbear to
the gentleman who bad just delivered him
self; but I had no time for reflection, for
the old gentleman made his appearance at
this instant and conducted mo to the vault
below. The heavy iron door of the large
vault in which the bank's funds were stor
ed stood wide open, affording a viow of the
interior, which presented a scene of con
fusion not unfamiliar to my eyes. Books
and papers lay upon the floor in every di
rection, whore they had been thrown after
having gratified tho curiosity of the "burg
lars. I stooped to pick up a crumpled docu
ment that lay at my feet, and as I did so,
the sparkle of a gem, heretofore concealed
by the papercaught my oyo. With a quick
motion of tho hand I picked the stone from
the floor and held it concealed in the palm
of my hand while I perused the document,
more for the purpose of concealing the ex
ultation I folt at having gained so important
a clue, than for ftny other reason.
Having glanced at several other papers
similar to the one I hud first picked up, I
began a thorough search of the vault,
which proved Truitloss; but tho diamond in
my possession was sufficient foundation on
which to weave a network of circumstantial
evidence.
"Well, sir," queried the president, as I
signified my intention of returning above,
have you discovered anything that would
be likely to aid you in bringing the villians
to grief?"
I nodded.
" Ah ! Then you will have no difficulty
in bringing the authors of this deed to jus
tice ?"
"None whatever."
"Good! I am glad to hear jou say
that. Only catch tho perpetrators and they
shall be prosecuted to the full extent of the
law 1" And he brought his cane down as
if to give force to his utterance.
" You may possibly have occasion to re
tract that assertion," I mentally addod, as
I made a few notes in my diary.
Having no further business at the bank I
took my departure and went direct to a
celebrated jeweler's establishment in
Somers street. The proprietor of the store
knew me, and intuitively guessing my busi
ness, conducted me to his private office
Well, Tracy, what's up?" he inquired,
when we had become seated.
Nothing unusual," I replied. "You
have beard of tho Clifton Bank robbery, I
presume?"
The Clifton Bank ? Ah 1 yes, I did
hear some one remarking about it. There
was no account of it in tho morning pa
pers."
"No, I believe not. The affair was not
discovered in time for the reporter to get
hold of it. Well, sir, the bank has been
robbed to the tune of fifteen thousand dol
lars, and I am engaged on the case."
"Hum! indeed I Hope you will catch
the rascals, old boy. Dreadful state of
things to exist in a small city like this,"
and the littlo man twisted uneasily in his
chair.
" Not so bad as you may imagine. Be
calm, my friend ; the parties that robbed
the Clifton Bank will not be likely to pay
you a visit."
" Ah 1 I hope your surmises are correct;
but pray tell me your reasons for thinking
as you do."
Certainly. In the first place, the bank
robbery is the work of one man, and he is
not a professional burglur; in the second
place, that man cares more for gaeenbacks
than he does for gold ornaments, and would
not plunder your place for all there is in it
in fact, this very same party owned a dia
mond, but threw it away rathor than carry
it around with him. It is vory pretty, is it
not ?" . -And
I held the stone up to him.
The jeweler took it, examined it closely,
and returned it to me, with the remark:
" It Is, as you remark, a very pretty
stone, and, I might add, very valuable for
a gem of its size.' That is your clue, I pre
sume?" ,
" Yes; the only clue I happen to possess.
Now, then, I am anxious to find the ring to
whioh this stone belougs,and will yon please
allow me to see the rings that have been
left here for resetting since the robbery."
w itn pleasure. . Excuse me one no-
mnnt '
And my friend disappeared, returning, a
minute later, with a number of rings on a
tray, whioh he placed on a tablo, and began
to examino the labels attached.
" Borne of these rings have been in our
' possession a number of days. Ah I here is
one received Hiis morning. 'Jan. 11 dia
mond sotting E. Baker." '
And he read the inscription.
-1 took the diamond from his hand, and
examined it. It was a finely chased ring
of virgin gold, with the stone missing. I
fitted the diamond in the setting, and pass
ed it to my friend.
By Jovo, Tracy, that is the very ring
you are In search of I Now, let me see."
And he went nearer the light.
"Yes, there can be no doubt about it.
The stone fits in the setting nicely, and,
now that I think of it, is of (he same size
and quality ordered. '
" What name did you say the party
gave ?"
" Baker Emily Baker."
" Emily Baker I Then it was a lady ?"
" I presumo so; at all events she looked
and acted like one." .
" When is she to call for the ring?"
" To-morrow afternoon."
" I must see her when she calls, and in
order that I may play my cards to better
advantage, I shall enter your service as
clerk. What do you say."
" I am perfectly willing, but take care
what you do, old boy; there may possibly
be some mistake."
" That is very true, and if Buch should
be the case, you may rest assured that I
shall discover it in time. Did I understand
you to say that you had promised to have
tho ring ready to-morrow afternoon ?"
No, sir; I said nothing of the kind. She
said she should call for it to-morrow
afternoon, and I simply nodded assent."
" Then lay the ring aside, and leave the
rest to me. I shall call to see you again
to-morfow; until then, adieu 1"
And I passed into the street.
I had thus far mot with better success
tlinn I had anticipated, but I was nowise
elated nor thrown off guard, for I knew I
had a genuine sharper to deal with, whom
it would be a difficult matter to outwit.
During the day I visited several places
where " ye little game of faro" was in full
blast, and picked up several items of in
terest, all of which tended to convince me
that I was on the right scent.
Early the next morning I repaired to my
friend's establishment, and was assigned a
position behind the counter, where, it is
needless to say, I felt ill at ease; but years
of training and patient study had enabled
me to act almost any role to perfection, and
it was not long before the feeling of unensl
ness wore off.
The day dragged slowly along, for trade
was not vory brisk, and the salesm an had
but little to do besides reading the papers
and yawning at each other over the glass
cases. ,
Four o'clock I Would the owner of the
ring ever come? I asked mysolf the ques
tion a hundred times, and was on the point
of doing so again, when the door opened,
and a heavily veiled figure glided in, ap
proached the counter, and inquired, in a
somewhat hesitating voice: .
"Is Mr. in?"
"No, madam, he is not," I replied. "Can
I do anything for you ?"
" I left a ring in charge of Mr. , for a
diamond setting, which was to be ready
this afternoon. You will please let me
have it, together with the bill."
" What name?" I inquired, bringing out
the tray containing the articles luft for re
pairs..
"Emily Baker."
" ,mily isaker, I muse, picking up
several rings and examining them, "It
does not appear to be among these. Ah I
I recollect what has becomo of it," and I
replaced the tray and took from the glass
case a small box, removed the lid, and ex
posed tho ring to view.
" Is that your ring madam ?"
" It is. Why has it not beon attended
to?" '
. " Simply because the original stone has
been recovered, and presuming that you
would prefer that to any other, we have
waited until we could hear from you.''
" Thjo original has been recovered ? I do
not understand you," and her voice sounded
strangely masculine. " Pray tell me where
it was found."
" Certainly. It was found just where
you lost it, in tho vault of tho Clifton
Bank !" and I reached aoross the counter,
and with the quickness of thought tore the
veil from the face of no less personage
than the cashier of the Clifton Bank !
He saw that it was all np with him, and
quietly submitted to the handcuffing pro
cess, but when I took him before the Chief
he broke down and begged piteously to be
let off for tho sake of bis wife and ohlUj.'
' Whoa on trial, he confessed that be had
stolen the bank's funds to liquidate gamb
ling debts, and having missed the stone of
bis ring a short time after the robbery, and
fearing that it might lead to his direction
bad attempted to have it replaced, as we
have shown. '
Mr. Greeley's Clothes.
Mil. GREELEY throughout life was
twitted with his slovenliness of per
son, and many people were made to believe
that he incurred the risk of being sold for
a bag of rags when be passed into Ann
street. The fit and quality of his clothes
were not what Grammont or D'Orsay
would have recommended ; but he was al
ways scrupuously neat, Beethoven himself
having no greater passion for the bath.
His linen was ever Immaculate ; his boots,
though often coarse, well blacked, his face
carefully shaven, and his hands as daintly
kept as those of a fine woman. His cravat
had a tendency, it is true, to assume the
shape of a hangman's knot, and bis trows
nrs were often suggestive of requiring con
tinuance, but that he was really slovenly
was palpably false. The idle tales that he
disarranged his toilet before tho looking
glass, and carefully squeezed his pantaloons
into the leg of his boot ere ho appeared on
the street, were purposely told to annoy
him, aud strange to Bay,thoy had the effect
intended. He was sensitive on the subject
of his dress, and seldom received advice
thereupon with becoming equanimity.
Oddly enough, he believed himself a very-well-attired
person, and that few men in
his station wont better clad. Sartorial
comments were wont to draw from him
sharp and stinging replies.
When a city editor of the Tribune once
suggested the reformation of his necktie,
Mr. Greeley answered. " You don't liko
my dress,and I don't like your deportment.
If you have any improvements to make,
please begin at home."
James Watson Webb, while editor of the
Courier and Enquirer, was fond of criticis
ing the costume of his neighbor, who, re
ferring to the fact that Mr. Webb had been
sentenced to the State Prison, and par
doned, for fighting a duel withThomas F.
Marshall made this extinguishing rejoinder:
"Assuredly no costume in which the editor
of the Tribune has ever appeared would
create such a sensation on Broadway as
that James Watson Webb would have
worn but for the clemency of Governor
Seward.".
To another journalist, noted for his un
tidiness, and his ridicule of Mr. Greeley,
the latter responded : " If our friend of
the , who wears mourning for his
doparted veracity under his finger nails,
will agree to surprise his system with a
bath, we may attempt a olean discussion
with him."
The illustrious editor was simply careless
of his attire, though fastidiously neat.
He was always so busy, that .when he arose
in the morning, he put on the first thing he
found,and sometimes be did not put it more
than half on. His clothes nover seemed to
fit him, or rather, he never seemed to find
his clothes, The wonder with many of his
acquaintances was where he bought them,
or whether they did not grow, so unique
often were their cut and pattern. Clothes,
I repeat, were a tender theme with him ;
aud he displayed the highest breeding by
never alluding to what he wore. It is sup
posed he got his garments ready-made (I
have been told his wife was in the habit of
purchasing thou), and, to save time, he
took the first article offered. He waa the
only Now Yorker of note who repeatedly
appeared on the streets In the morning in a
dress coat. But he made ample attone
ment for this by presenting himself up
town at formal dinners in a paletot, or
some peculiar garment that denied iden
tification. Whatever may be thought of
Mr. Greeley's quaint raiment, be was ex
cellently dressed according to the Brum-
mel canon, because, after seeing and listen
ing to him, one would forget what he had
on. He could talk away his clothes in the
briefest space.
A mormon Funeral. '
Mrs. Stenhouse, in her lecture on Mor
mon life, told the funny story of Bister
Picknel's funeral. The following was
Bishop Hardy's sermon : " Wal, brutbrun
and sisters, you are all here, I s'pose, and
so we'll begin. Wal, our sister Is dead
lot her rest. Our sister has suffered and
made others suffer, but now she's dead
we'll let her rest. She opened the door to
the devils and let them in five years ago
when her husband took his young wife.
told her then they would kill her if she did
not take care, and now they've done it.
She was a torment to her husband, and
guess if he'd a knowe'd that she'd a been
suoh a torment he'd never married her.
Ain't that so, Brother Plcknel?" "That's
so, Bishop." " Wal, Brother Plcknel, have
you got anything to sayf" "Not as I
knowe'd on. but 1 s'pose I ought ter ear
sum 'at, and if I do I shall be sure to offend
some of the sisters, so I s'spose we'd better
close tho moetin ." Thus endod the run.
oral service. '
A Singular Case.
An interesting lawsuit is now in pro
gress at Chicago, which has all the features
of the trials and tribulation experienced by
Giux's baby. It appears that about a year
ago a young girl by the name of Ellen Ken
nedy was taken out of the streets, where
she was found suffering from want and
misery, and sent by order of the Mayor to
the Orphans' Asylum in that city. It was
subsequently found that the girl had a
widowed mother who, however, was vory
poor and bad do means with which to sup
port her daughter. She expressed her
thankfulness to the Mayor for caring for
her daughter and seemed greatly pleased
that her burdens had been lightened. Time
passed however, and Mrs. Kennedy became
Mrs. Burke, and became possessed of
ample means with which to care for her
daughter. The mother thought it lest
that Ellen should stay where she was, how
ever, and nothing was said about removing
her. A short time since Ellen was taken
ill, and the report reached her mother that
she was not expected to live. The mother,
in the strength of her Catholio faith, de
sired that her daughter should be prepared
for death by a clergymau of ber church. .
A clergyman was accordingly sent to the
Asylum but was refused admittance on the
ground of his being a Catholio. An ap
peal was made to tho trustees of the insti
tution, and the refusal was confirmed, noU
withstanding the fact that the charter of
the institution prescribed no religious tests
in the distribution of its benefits. The
mother then thought to reclaim the- child,
but was unable to do so. She therefore
procured counsel, who caused a writ of
habeas corpus to be issued, which is to be
heard before the Courts. The child, it is
said, unlike littlo Ginx, is likely to live
while the dispute goes on.
The First Newpsapcr.
Venice has claimed the honor of leading
the way in giving newspapers to the world.
The Oazetta, thus called because it sold for
a small pleee of money called gazzetta, it is
asserted, was printed there in 1570, and it
is pretended that copies of this paper of
that date are in one or two collections in
London. But late discoverios have appa
rently established the claim of the old Ger
man city of Nuremberg to this high honor.
A paper called the Gazette, according to
trust worthy authorities, was printed in
that city as early as in 14G7, five years after
Peter Schoffer cast the first metal type in
matrices. Nuremberg, with tho first pa
per In tho fifteenth century, also claims the
honor of the first paper iu the sixteenth
ccDtury. There is an anciently printed
sheet in the Libri collection which ante
dates all others except the sheet of 1457
and the Chronicle of Cologne. It is called
the Neue Zeilung aut Ilitpanienvnd Italien,
and boars the date of February, 1534. . The
British Museum, it is said, has a duplicate
of this sheot.
, Thus to Germany belongs tho honor, not
only of the first printers and the first print
ing, but also the first printed newspaper.
It has also another claim to distinction.
In 1013 Egenolf Eurel started Die Frank
furter OberpottanU Zeilung, the first daily
paper in the world. This journal is still
published ; and the city of Frankfort is to
erect a monument in honor of its founder
and editor as the father of newspapers.
now Ho Trained Ills Dog.
An old gentleman residing in Carroll ton,
Ga., who is in every partioular comical
old genius, gives the following recipe for
training a dog to run. He says, speaking
to a young man boasting of his fleet-footed
hound :
" Joe, do you know how to train a dog to
run?" . . ,
Joe (appearing very much interested)
"No, uncle Dave, how is that?"
Undo Dave" Well Joe, I'll just tell
you what's a fact. : When I was a bqy, I
used to train 'em, and know how 'tis. You
just git you a elder Jint and punch the peth,
out of It, and then stop up one end, and
then take and put in a load of wet powder,
and then put in load of dry powder, and
jest keep on till you git the thing full.
Then ketch your dorg, and take a good
strong string ; tie yer elder jint hard and
fast to yer dorg's tail, so he oan't git It off.
Then tech fire to it, and the wet powder
will burn slow, and J 1st stream out a littlo
fire agin him, and that will cause him to
look around, and about that time it will
ketch the dry powder, and it will shoot him,
and cause him to make a spriug, aud then
he will stop and look around, and it will
shoot him aj,'alu, and then he'll make anoth
er spring and cross the fenoe, and about
that time it will shoot him agin, and he'll
make about two springs and it will shoot
him agin, and then he'll begin to git strait
ened out, and He'll run about four miles."