Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1856-10-31

w osASAos anu Tar leSS 10 ourselves
and don't think in other respects w,
were bad pair. l know Sarah lovet
me, and | her and our two children
dearly. Our shop, as you remember
was between Henboroug and Swaffham
which were then quite separate towns
with struggling houses and long lines o
railing to connect them. Our hous,
was the farthest Of the last row, not de
tached. Here the sick man raised him
self on his hands, and whispered-"ar,
you sure there's nobody at the keyhole
nobody at any crack or Granny. no
at the skylight,''
! assured him that there was not
and then the wretched creature pulled
out from sort of oppossum pocket il
his very skin, and under his flannel YES
thin piece of paper. folded, keeping i
carefully beneath the bedclothes, so a
TO prevent its being visible from without
lie opleed it, and read these printct
words
TWO HUNDRED POUNDS REWARD
The above will be given to any person
not actually concerned in the crime
who shall give such information as shal
lead to the discovery of the murderer o,
murderers OF John Spigot. IN the Swat.
ham Road, Marlborough. on the night o.
December the thirty first, eighteen hun.
dred and thirty-fve.
why. you, Charlton. were one OF
the jurymen, if | remember right. who
were upon the inquest in the matter y
! said.
Il was, doctor-are you sure there s
nobod under the bed, or in the cup
board. or behind the chimney board =
and his murderer alsc ~
Good heavens ~ | exclaimed -
Why, what a hypocritical ruffian you
must h we been :.
doctor, good doctor, have mercy
upon M; don't tell don't tel and
don I think so hardly of me until YOU
have heard me out | am not SO bad as
| seem.
1T was on New Years eve. near
twenty years ago. and very late at night
close upon twelve-when l had put
up my last shutter, and was going to
lock my door. that stranger Called
He had come from the Swalfham end of
the road, and had never seen him be.
fore in my life !: be could hardly sp,ak
at all. he was so awfully drunk. Red
in face. thick in speech, and trembling
all over like a thief. he sail he must
have more rum. told him that we on
ly had some ginger beer and such like
drinks and besides it was too late at
that time of night to sell people any
thing. He swore horribly at this-said
that and my wife who WAS still be.
h nd the counter in the shop were both
liars that We had scld rum often enough
to other folks, he knew very we'll He
managed to stagger up the two stone
steps and push in at the door. He
should get into the back parlor. and
sleep there all night, he said took
him by the collar, intending to set him
outside the door, but he was a tall and
stout-made man, and l could not--he
struggled with me in dull heavy man
ner. l had hard matter to thrust him
from the parlor. did so, pushed him
violently. aud he fell on the floor at full
length, like a log. He ne 'cr groaned
after he had touched the floor, bat lay
silent and motionlcss.
my wife cried, what have you done
George : You've killed the man.
Nonsense / said but when we
tried to raise him, and saw the CLASSY
look Of his eyes, knew it was true
4 hundred horrible thoughts would
have crowded into my mind at once, but
that, swliter than they, devices for get.
ting the corpse away, and removing sus
picion from ourselves. had already filled
It. The simple, honest plan of telling
the truth, and calling il the police, at
once, never suggested itself. What if
neighbor should step in, as this poor
murdered man had done. and find him
living there: If one Of the children
even should be awakened by the noise.
and com, down into the shop! There
was not moment to lose; | took the
dead man by the head. and my wife. all
in tremble, managed to raise his legs,
and shutting the door carefully after us,
we bore our dreadful burden about fifty
Yards along the Swat ham road. We
tried to set it against the railings, which
OF what is now Mccartney street, but
tle inani nate thing slipped down each
time in mere heap. 1t is surprising
how anxious we were to prop it up,
and, although every instant was precious
to US, we spent some five minutes in do
ing so--it seemed inhuman, somehow,
to leave it or the pavement. In sort
o. desperate terror at last, twined the
arms about the bars, and we led back in
silenced. Nothing was stirring. we
heard the tread of the watchman out
side our closed door, and his Past
twelve o'clock - die away in the dis
tance, but we had put out our lights,
and felt certain that he had observed
nothing unusual-nothing of ours-oh
horror dropped in the road. while we
had gone about our terrible task. One
Of the children, Clara. began to cry out.
Where have you been, mother: !: She
had heard us, then, leave the house.
Il only helped your father to put up