New York Dispatch

LIVINGSTON
ROEBUCK
AGAINST
OB
WHO WILL WIN
BY P. THOMSON, REPORTER.
AUTHOR OF
"THE FORGERS' FAMILY," "INFATUATION,"
ETC., ETC.

CHAPTER XXXIII.
THE MURDER OF MOTHER FADGE AND SUICIDE OF
ROEBUCK.

The two officers of the law hurried Roebuck
hastily through the lonely streets toward a
station house, the police courts and the city
prison being closed. For some time silence
prevailed, and when it was interrupted, it
came in the form of a proposition from the un-
fortunate prisoner, who offered a fortune to be
permitted to escape.

But the bribe did not succeed; and they
walked gloomily along the by-ways to prison.
At length they stopped before an ordinary
door, over which hung a big dim deep red and
green lamp, with the words "Station House."
painted on it. He walked up mechanically
the few steps that led to the door, and entered,
but not as is done in ordinary cases was he
treated. It was evident some important per-
sonage was expected. The captain was seated
behind the desk, and he nodded to the officers
to take the prisoner, not down stairs to the cells,
but into his private room, which he soon entered
after the captive.

"Well, I declare," said the captain, ejecting
about a quart of tobacco juice from his mouth
in the spittoon, "who'd a thought of seeing
you here. What's the charge against you?
I can't tell you. The fact is, I haven't
seen the warrant yet. Will you be kind enough
to show it to me?'

The officer passed the warrant over to the
prisoner, who looked steadily at it for a min-
ute or two.

"Murder!" he exclaimed, after drawing in
a very long breath.

"Murder!" repeated the captain, taking up
the cue. "Who'd a thought of that?"

You may well say so. The charge is new
and strange to me.

"Well, now," thought the captain to him-
self, as he saw Roebuck carefully perusing the
warrant, "if there is any foundation for that
sort of thing, it would be worth something to
get out of this'ere room. It would take a
pretty big aperture to go through. A thou-
sand dollars a brick wouldn't be too much.
What more harm is there in this than if one
detective works up a case to convict, and an-
other follows right on the stand to give evi-
dence to acquit?"

The officers who made the arrest, were stop-
ping longer than the captain deemed politic,
when they received a gentle hint that their
presence was no longer necessary.

Alone, the captain drew his chair up to Roe-
buck and made himself very familiar.

"If there is anything you want, Mr. Roe-
buck, just say so; supper, or wine, or message
to your own house-anything you want. You
can have your own servant to wait on you, if
you choose."

"Thank you, Captain; I'll avail myself of
your kindness to-night. This trap, for I can
call it nothing else, has been sprung so sud-
denly on me, that I don't know how to act."

"These things allers spring suddenly on a
fellow."

"True.
What is singular, I'm without a
cent in my pocket. I'll want some loose change
to-morrow."

"There's nothing like soap in trouble."

"Would you be kind enough to take a cou-
ple of checks to my banker? I believe he
would cash them to-night if you yourself was
particularly anxious to-well
And he hesitated in the middle of the sen-
tence.

"O, certainly, by all means
"Then let me have a sheet of paper."

The interview was interrupted by the abrupt
entrance of the sergeant, who handed the cap-
tain a letter, at the same time telling him that
a lady outside wished to see him.

"Is she a stunner, sergeant?"

"Can't say; she is closely veiled."

"Well just wait a minute.'

The captain proceeded to read the letter;