ew York. He had once stopped at a hotel in Hoboken
overnight, before taking one of the German steamers for France. He knew
the place, and he would have his family there before eight o'clock that
morning. He informed Smith that he would stop with his family in the
Stuffer House, Hoboken, N. J., just beyond the jurisdiction of the
subpoena servers of the New York coroners, and he accordingly hastened
home to move in the early morning, his wife, daughter, one servant and
enough of their belongings to supply the apartments of the Stuffer House
with a few of the cosy comforts of a soft-cushioned and warm-slippered
home.

Now, I meant no harm to anybody, and certainly not to the innocent women
of the Tescheron family, when I airily lied about the coroner. At the
other end of the line the joke exploded, and not long after I had
touched the fuse with my last telegram. Think of driving the Tescheron
family out of the State! Why, nothing could have been farther away from
my mind, but what happened only goes to show that theoretical knowledge
of love begets idiocy, while the XXX variety of A1 purity cannot be
fooled, but travels with sure steps the path of service guided by wisdom
that springs from a devoted heart.

"Marie, Marie! Wake up and dress! Gabrielle, the worst has happened!
Quick, we must be in Hoboken in half an hour! Do as I say. Ask no
questions. Arrest awaits you if you delay. What! Aren't you going to
stir? Why do you lie there, Marie? Be quick!"

Briefly and excitedly Mr. Tescheron outlined to his startled family what
had taken place. He told them of the awful crime and Hosley's
connection with it, fully convinced that it had all happened just as
Smith had reported and satisfied that the Jim Hosley of our household
was the guilty villain. He heaped on a violent denunciation of Hosley,
using many of Smith's phrases, and he illustrated his comments with a
few additional incidents in that infamous career taken from the forgery
cases and the borderland episodes. As a Californian would say, "he
burned him up."

Thus at 4 A. M., just as I was turning in to take my last nap in our
dear, dilapidated paradise, and Jim was fidgeting himself into the
mental attitude which would call for a turkey bath, Mr. Tescheron was
sustaining the movement of the play by wildly arousing his family to
flight.

"Albert, you are all unstrung again, my dear," remonstrated Mrs.
Tescheron, who was in no position at that time to be describe