Two Thousand Seattleites Filed Past the Outlaw's Corpse — and Some Said It Wasn't Him

It was said Saturday that Blanck's body would be buried in the potter's field today, but yesterday a Mrs. Shaw, of Fremont, walked into the undertaking rooms and said, according to the report at Butterworth's, that the burial should not take place until tomorrow, because the husband of a friend of hers had gone into the woods about a week ago and had not been heard from, although he had promised to write. She thought that Blanck's body might be that of her friend's husband. How she formed such an absurd proposition she alone knew.

Another woman remarked that the face of the dead man looked like that of her husband, and the report immediately went out that a woman had declared that she had found her husband instead of Blanck.

The persistence of the stories that the body is not that of Blanck seems peculiar when any thinking man has only to remember that the jail keys and the cuffs taken from Tom Blanck's cell were found on the dead man. If it was not Tom Blanck who was killed, leaving all question of features out of consideration, then it was a man much worse than Blanck.

The body has been lying in state since last Thursday night, and as yet the morbid curiosity of the crowd has not been satisfied. By actual count 2,500 people viewed the remains yesterday, from morning until the middle of the afternoon. Already one carpet has been worn out, and the matting which replaced it has been scuffed until it shows severe wear.

One of the most interesting incidents in the life of Tom Blanck has just come to light in connection with his record at Port Townsend, and in it Tom Delaney, the ex-chief of police of that place — one of the finest looking and most determined men on the Sound — took an active part. What enhances the interest is that, for once in his life, Mr. Blanck met his equal and had to drop his gun or be killed.

Delaney is a man of six feet and from the top of his head to the soles of his feet is a thoroughbred, quiet and unassuming. He never brags, and is a universal favorite. But when it comes to business he is all there.

Soon after the Peter Brako incident, Delaney was after a man he wanted, and arrested Tom Blanck, who was traveling at the time as James Moore. The chief had marked his man. He drew his gun and had the drop on Blanck before the latter could shoot. Blanck was tried as a witness and was held in jail a few days and released, it being evident that he was not the man wanted.

A dispatch from the prosecuting attorney of Shoshone County, Idaho, recounts a shooting there in which a gambler known as "Slim Jim" — a confidence man who had lately appeared on the Oregon Short Line in company with a man named Swaney — emptied his revolver into a crowd, killing the stranger who had come to town with him, and escaped through the back door of a saloon while the town and adjacent country were searched by officers. The attorney wrote that the man was about twenty-two years of age, smooth-faced and well built, with a peculiar fierce expression — not unlike that attributed to Blanck.