The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1867-08-02

"No," she answered ''Its far enough
for me, though The gentleman wants TO
60 on to Madison avenue"
Then l saw her, by the light OF the street
lamps as turned my horses, walk away IN
an odd hurried manner, her dangled dress
dipping In the pools of water on the pave
ment, her poor bonnet half off her head,
and all her handsome hair dropping down
her back as If the combs or pins had fallen
out.
''It's poor Lizzie Murray, certain" l
said, and drove toward Madison avenue.
! felt oddly enough to think who had
been riding in my coach, and that neither
of them knew me. 1t was anything but a
| pleasant feeling had toward my passenger,
| thinking as | did, how he had brought
Lizzie to be the poor thing she was,
and remembering her such pretty light
hearted girl; and when [ came to the num-
Der | felt so mortified that it was hardly in
civil voice that [ called out, "Here you
are sir" and waited for him to get out OF
the coach
But he didn't stir. So after calling again
| jumped from the box and opened the
door.
My fare was lying against the opposite
window as thought fast asleep.
Hello, sirI' | called. We're at No."
He never moved.
couldn't see his face, but put out my
hand to shake him awake and felt him so
cold and still that [ was frightened.
When | lifted him up he fell back heav
lily upon the seat, and | felt sure that some
thing was the matter with him.
1t was bad position for me. thought
for moment what should do, and then
ran up the steps of the great house oppo-
site me, and rang the bell.
A servant opened it, and child came
running out calling Papa" That took
my breath away, and the sweet lady's face
behind in the hail.
This is number-?" [ said.
Eyes" said the man.
GA gentleman told me to drive him here.
He's in the coach-ill Pm afraid | said.
And | saw the lady turn pale.
1T is not my husband, Mr.. Benton!' she
cried.
And said: IF Mr. Benton is your hus-
band ma am, L m afraid it is.
Then the servant came down to the car
riage with me. My fare was lying where
| had left him, his head against the side OF
the coach We lifted him out and took him
up the marble steps into the great house.
The lady shrieked and the child cried
he never stirred. There was blood all over
his vest and when we unbuttoned 1t we
found that some sharp, small kind of a
weapon had been plunged into his heart
1t must have killed him at once, the doc
tors said | think so, too, for | heard nc
cry.
| had to give my evidence of course. But
it was not worth as much as bit Of paper
the policeman found in the coach "a leaf
Of one of those tracts the street mission
aries gave to those who take them queer
thing to write such words on as were writ
ten there with pencil. These were the
words:
Il have killed the man who ruined me.
Ten years ago he blighted my life. I've
followed him to end his, wherever | met
him, all that time This is my first chance.
| was good girl when he came between
me and heaven. His fate be on his own
head
LIZZIE MURRAY"
1t did not tell me more than knew be-
fore but | kept all shut to myself, anc
was glad they did not find the wletche {
woman until one day a body was washed
ashore from the East River and some tina
saw the face said it vas that of Lizzie Muir
ray.
| drive my coach still, and have had bet
ter luck of late, and am well enough of
not to sit brooding often as did that eve
ming. But | never drive it in the evening
but that story comes back to me-, and !
feel glad when see my fares get out alive
and we'll, or if it is empty and I'm drivine
back, now and then feel my blood curdlt
and am half afraid to look behind me fol
if the ghost stories they tell are true, who
knows but the spirits of the two | had To-
passengers once might come back to take /;
horrible ride, as bad spirits are said t(
come sometimes.