Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 October 1883 — A DETECTIVE’S EXPERIENCE. [ARTICLE]

A DETECTIVE’S EXPERIENCE.

His Saeoeuful Undertaking and Escape from an Impending Fate. (From the Buffalo (N. Y.) News.] One morning several years ago, just as the dull gray light was beginning to show Itself in the east, a small band of men might have been seen deployed about a house on Ferry street, in Buffalo. There was nothing special either in the dress or appearance of the men to indicate their intention, but it was plain that they had business of importance on hand. Suddenly a man appeared at one of the windows, took in the situation at a glance, and, swinging himself outward with wonderful quickness, scaled the roof of the house. This man was Tom Ballard, the notorious counterfeiter; and, armed to the teeth and fully realizing his situation, he defied justice and the officials below him. Some of the officers, knowing the desperate character of the man, proposed to shoot him until he was killed, but one of the number promptly protested, and declared that if his brother officers would assist him to ascend, he would capture the man alive. Accordingly he began the difficult and dangerous task, and succeeded in bringing his prisoner to the ground in safety. The man who accomplished this task was Mr. Thomas Cv rtin, the present Superintendent of city police of Buffalo, N. Y. Mr. Curtin is a man who is known by every prominent detective and polioeman in America, and he stands pre-emineatly in the front rank of his profession. Quiet and gentlemanly in appearance and manners, he possesses a courage, combined with marked physical powers, that make him the terror of evildoers and the pride of law-abiding citizens. Few people can realize, however, the trials, exposures, and even privations, to which the members of every municipal police and fire department are exposed. Compelled to be on duty at uncertain hours, subjected to the most inclement weather, and often necessitated by the nature of their duties to protracted undertakings, they endure a nervous and physical strain that is terrible. Such was the experience of Mr. Curtin in former days; and it is not surprising that he found himself suffering from a mysterious physical trouble. In relating his experience to a representative of this paper he said: “At times when was I on duty I would feel an unaccountable weariness and lack of energy. My appetite was also uncertain, and my head seemed dull and heavy. I did not fully understand these troubles, but supposed, as most people suppose, that I was suffering from malaria. I tried to throw off the feeling, but it would not go. I thought I might overcome it, but found I was mistaken, and I finally became so badly off that it was almost impossible to attend to my duties. I have known any number of men in the police and fire departments of this country who have been afflicted as I was, and I doubt not there are to-day hundreds similarly troubled who, like myself, did not know the cause, or really what ailed them.’’ “Your present appearance, Mr. Curtin, does not indicate much physical debility,’’ said the interviewer as he looked at the 220 pounds of bone and muscle standing nearly live feet eleven inches in height before him. “O, no; that is altogether a thing of the past, and I am happy to say that for more than a year I have enjoyed almost perfect health, although I now realize that I was on the road to certain death by Bright’s disease of the kidneys and traveling at a very rapid pace.” “How did you come to recover so completely?” “That is just what I want to tell you, for I believe it may be of great service to many others in my profession, who may possibly hear of it. I began the use of a popular remedy at the earnest solicitation of a number of friends in this city, and found to my great qualification that I began feeling better. This feeling continued and I gained in strength and vigor until now I am perfectly well—and wholly through the instrumentality of Warner’s Safe Cure, which I believe to be the best medioine for policemen, firemen, railroad men, or any other classof people exposed to danger or a change of weather, ever discovered. Since my recovery I have recommended it everywhere, and never knew a case where it failed either to cure or benefit. I would not be without it under any consideration, and I am positive it is a wonderfully valuable and at the same time entirely harmless remedy. Indeed, I see that Dr. Gunn, Dean of the United States Medical College of New York, indorses it in the highest terms.” “So you exporience little difficulty in the execution of your duties now, Mr. Curtin, do you? ” “None whatever. Our department was never in better condition than at present.” “And do you never have any fear of some of the desporadoes whom you have been the means of bringing to justice? ” “Not in the least. Such men do not try to retaliate, partially because they have not the courage, but oftener because they respect an officer who docs his duty.” The policemen, firemen, letter-carriers and other public employes in this country have a particularly trying life. When, therefore, a simple and pure remedy that can restore and sustain the health of all such men is found, it should be cause for great congratulation, especially when recommended by such a man as Superintendent Thoma 3 Curtin of Buffalo. What is the difference between a muscular tramp and a newly-cleaned’lamp? Only this, one is a well-limbed tramp, and the other is a well-trimmed lamp.— Oil City'Derrick. T Shkboygan, Wis.—Dr. 8. B. Myers says: “I recommend Brown’s Iron Bitters for general debility, lo3s of appetite and want of strength.” The Chinese should be good fighters—fast colors do not run and the Chinese certainly wash weiL —Boston Bulletin. Sticking, irritation, inflammation, all Kidney and Urinary Complaints, cured by "BuchuPaiba.” (L

A furs strengthening tonic, free from whisky and alcohol, cures dyspepsia and similar diseases. It has never been equaled. Brown’s Iron Bitters. “Wake up here, and pay for your lodgings," said the good deacon, as he nudged the sleepy stranger with the contribution box