The Bold Horse Thief of Kent

One of the coolest acts of horse stealing in this vicinity took place at Kent last Friday. The thief is still in possession and probably making his way toward the British boundary. Friday evening, a son of W. M. Rogers of this city rode on horseback to Kent to attend a dance. After hitching the horse to a railing in front of the hall, he entered and became interested in the pleasures of the evening. While he was thus engaged, a stranger walked rapidly up to the hitching rack, untied the horse and, vaulting into the saddle, disappeared in the direction of the city. Young Rogers, failing to find the horse when he got ready to go home, concluded that it had wandered away. This mistake in the belief gave the thief a long start and facilitated his escape. The new possessor of the horse rode straight to this city, arriving at the Montana stables on South Third street at 3 o'clock Saturday morning. While the horse was being fed, the stranger went out into the street, but at 8 o'clock he came back, saddled his horse in the lower stable and told the floorman that he wanted to go out by the alley. The floorman told him that no horses were taken out that way and that he should come upstairs, pay for the feeding and go out on South Third street. The stranger was not in the least put out. He ran his hand into his trousers pocket, pulled out a piece of silver and, throwing it on the floor, said: 'Take that, if you want anything. I am going out through the alley.' He opened the door and galloped away, and as yet nothing more has been learned of him except that he was heading for the boundary road at Fremont. Detective Sullivan and Sheriff Woolery were first made acquainted with the case yesterday morning but had trouble in reaching telegraph offices north to intercept, owing to the early wires being down.