for the purpose of buying instruments, music, and flashy uniforms. But
George had been around the world some himself, and had learned a few
airs and quicksteps not mentioned in the books. He was a hard nut to
crack.

We labored incessantly with him till sundown, and had taken the horns
and band-room apart, had been through his residence, with his wife's
permission, from the bottom of the well to the top of the lightning
rod; had torn up the floors of several neighboring buildings; had been
through the brick-yard and the burying ground, and, in brief, had
completely upset everything in Alvin looking for the $67 which we did
not find.

There could be but one conclusion. Either the leader of the band or
the postmaster had the money, and we were agreed that it was not the
latter. As a last resort we decided to take Havens to Chicago, and,
possibly on the trip up, or during the night in Chicago, we might get
something from him that would clear away the mists.

We reached the city at ten o'clock, without obtaining anything except
the ride, and by 10:30 we had reached the office, where Stuart, whom we
had informed of our coming by wire, was anxiously waiting to relieve us
and spend the night with Havens. About four o'clock in the morning,
Stuart's burning eloquence began to be felt, and, by sunrise, Havens in
tears had confessed everything he had been charged with, and told how
he stealthily entered the rear door of the office and committed the
depredations while the postmaster was at dinner.

Stuart and Havens left for Alvin on an early tram to secure the money;
and as they were digging it up in a grove a few rods back of the Alvin
post-office, the friends of Havens, who up to this time insisted that
he was innocent, concluded, from the appearance of the valuable
articles that were unearthed, that the treasures of Captain Kyd had at
last been found.

The postmaster, who was one of the finest gentlemen I ever met, was so
effected by this terrible affair that soon afterward he sold his
business and moved away. Brooks gave his remaining samples to Stuart,
while poor Havens went to play B flat in prison.

CAUGHT WITH A SCRAP OF PAPER.

The post-office at Attica, Indiana, had been robbed. Unknown persons
had entered it through a rear window sometime during Sunday night, and
on Monday morning when the mailing clerk arrived, the stove was
scattered in fragments around the floor, the letter boxes had been
empt