Nick Carter Stories No. 122, January 9, 1915: The suicide; or, Nick Carter and the lost headCarter, Nicholas (House name)
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Nick Carter Stories No. 122, January 9, 1915: The suicide; or, Nick Carter and the lost head
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories, American -- Periodicals; Popular literature -- Periodicals
Custodian Burmeister has but few duties to perform. In addition to his
salary, he has the free use of a home on the lighthouse reservation. He
could not be carried on the government pay rolls without a specified
salary, and to give official importance and responsibility the salary of
one dollar was agreed upon.
It was not stated whether he would be paid monthly, as is the
department’s custom, or let it accrue to the end of the year.
Big Eagle Drops Baby.
About two weeks ago a posse of farmers scoured Will County, Illinois,
for two huge eagles, which were killing hundreds of chickens and young
turkeys. One of the pair was killed. The other disappeared, and the
hunters finally abandoned the hunt.
On a recent morning, Delmer Reeves, the two-year-old son of David
Reeves, was playing in the back yard of the Reeves home. His mother
heard the child scream and rushed to the door in time to see an enormous
bird clutch the baby by his dress and lift him from the ground.
The mother screamed, and the eagle dropped the child after the baby had
been carried a few feet. The eagle’s talons badly lacerated the child’s
flesh. Members of the farmers’ posse have resumed their hunt for the
dangerous visitor.
“Wild Man” Was Only Ill.
Women and girls of Port Jefferson, L. I., who had been frightened
frequently in the last few months by the appearance in deserted
stretches of road near the town of a “wild man,” learned with relief
recently that Constable Harry Gover had caught the man. Their fears
changed to sympathy when they learned the wild man’s story, and his
capture probably will result in his getting assistance.
He said his name was Juan Rodriguez, and that he had come from
Monterrey, Mexico, ten years ago. He was sent to a hospital in New York
some time ago, and eight months back was discharged as cured. It was
spring then, and he walked out into the country looking for work.
His strength has been sapped by his long illness, he said, and at last
he found himself too weak to work. Then he took to the woods,
subsisting on what he could beg at first, and then, as his clothes
became mere tatters and his appearance began to frighten strangers, on
what he could find in the woods.
He said he had never accosted a woman or a girl, though he realized many
had seen him and had run, and he said he had frequently spent the night
in trees while he listened to farmers beating the woods around him for
traces of him after their wives or daughters had seen the wild man.
He was fed, and decent clothes were given to him.
Three Boys Travel Far in Piano Box.
The trucker wheeled the heavy piano box into the Erie freight house, at
Fourteenth and Clark Streets, Chicago, and dumped it on the floor.
“That’s some box!” he complained.
“You bet it is!”
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