A Detective’s Mistake

About two months ago, says the Virginia City (Nev.) Chronicle, a young lawyer of this city, and his newly acquired wife, were returning from a visit to the bay. Wearied a trifle with constant billing and cooing, the young husband made some feeble excuse or other and slipped off to the smoking car to burn a cigar and think with a sigh of the departed bachelor days when he could spit out of the window over his boot-toes, with none to say, “Oh please, Steve, dear, don’t.”

The bride, with rather an injured expression, was sitting in her palace car, musing on the waning ardor of her Stephen, when she suddenly discovered that she was the center of attraction to the whole car. Two rough-looking men were standing in the aisle, gazing at her closely, and then referring to a paper which one held in his hands. Before the astonished and indignant lady could collect her thoughts, one of the men took the vacant seat beside her, and with a knowing wink, observed:

“A good get-up, Nancy, but it won’t do. You’re copped dead to rights this time, honey.” “Sir!” gasped the frightened lady, shrinking back into the furthest corner.

“By the big stick,” said the man… Read More