ted from La Salle, Ills., that Pat Crow
was arrested. Kansas City police promised his arrest before sunset,
but he was not arrested.

There were 80,000,000 people looking for Pat Crow, but he took a
Pullman sleeper and traveled to New York, and from there sailed on a
first-class ticket for Europe and spent a good time in London, from
whence he went to South Africa and played a deceptive role in the
English-African war.

Now, I am going to relate something that will make one's blood boil
with indignation and the cold sweat stand out with the clamminess of
death, but what I tell you is true.

Priest Dempsey, pastor of St. Patrick's Church in St. Louis, was
president of the "Emmet" celebration in the year 1902.

After a speech by Judge Ryan of St. Louis, and a most eloquent
address by a priest, who had been a young Boer officer, he inspired
Irish patriotism by an elegant appeal against "Old England." He was
indeed an orator who, by his recitation, held the audience for an
hour. I was one who was nearest to him on the platform and
congratulated him on his powerful speech.

After the applause from his Irish friends, as he had called them, he
decided to leave with me for his hotel, and I was stopping at St.
Patrick's parsonage, so we both had to go in the same direction.

I had become interested in the fellow while he was delivering his
speech and I became much more interested in him in our car ride,
together, to the Lindell Hotel, and he invited me to stop off with
him awhile at the Lindell Hotel, and we were soon engaged in all
kinds of discussions, both religious and political. He was a
"Dutchman" and had asked his government of Holland for a leave of
absence to fight in the Boer war, which was granted him, and to prove
the truthfulness of this assertion he showed me a wound on his breast
which had not yet healed.

He remarked that he came "nearly" telling in his address at the
"Emmet" meeting about the miraculous escape of Pat Crow to South
Africa, and stated that if it had not been for the bad impression Pat
Crow had made in America, he would have told of the trick that had
been turned to gain him his freedom and rob some one in America of
the reward that had been put on his head by Millionaire Cudahy.

The following is his story he told me as near as I can remember it:

"One night I was in Johannesburg, South Africa, and stayed with Pat
Crow in the same room. I knew that it was Pat Crow and did not intend
to