The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1868-12-24

Eyes, sir. Send for him, and ] will con-
fess everything"
Like good fellow, Lawes came ut once
on receipt Of my imploring note.
80 Hingun," he said, gently, "you have
something to say to me ~
"Gharib parwa, I am dying. 1t is the
will Of God. She said she neuer 'oo'ttd
| ledue me-"
"The very Words" could not help ex-
| claiming.
Hingun then repeated the story that now
| for nearly two months had been stereotypea
| in my memory. he spoke with such DIN
Guilty that Lawes wrote as il from dictatlon,
and when he finished I said:
"This is the story you told me that night
in your house." :,
Slowly shaking his head, and looking TX
edly before him with the stare l Well re-
membered, he gasped ont:
"No, no I never told this before 10 any
one. See she follows me to the grave, az
she said she would" And then, as his
head fell heavily back on the pillow, ne
| muttered the exorcism.
"One word MORE" said Lawes, what
| weapon did you use?"
shuddering, he hoarsely whispered, Il
had cooked the sshib'a dinner, and the splt
was in my hand, when the devil put the
bad thought into my mind then became
mad"
Lawes looked meaningly at me, for this
explained the nature of the wound.
We left Hingun to the care of his friends
and co-religionists, who had waited outside
during the interview, to whom, as Tar as l
could ascertain, he spoke no word OF his
revelation to us, and who, one and all, pro-
tested against the suspicious Of the police.
He fingered for two days, and visited him
frequently, accompanied sometimes by the
doctor, who seemed to grow interested in
the case. When it was over, Pills remarked,
"Your man had something on his mind
that helped to kill him so rapidly"
"What |" said I, 3" did he tell you about
the ghost that haunted him ?"
"No. But there was ghost, was there
Tt was his high pulse and look of terror
that puzzled me. Now | understand. He
| 1oas frightened to death. No medicine
| would have saved him."
Lawes and I often talked it over; but ]
argued with him in vain against his mat
ter-of-fact decision. He had settled it that
| H1lguu Gdu luc tDdl
he fancied himself haunted "a very COM
mon thing amongst natives) {; that either
fear drove him to my bedside, or that be
came to rob me, in either case disguised
| as n woman; that I did not walk in my
sleep, but it actually occurred as | had de-
scribed. Long experience has convinced
me of the hsbitual baseness and falsehood
| of the natives of Hinguns class. But that
he, a mere lad, in whom I had been able
to discover none but amiable qualities, was
capable of all this crime, could not
nay, I cannot-believe. Beyond his bare
confession, evidence against him was
| sought in vain. 1t is true it must have
been some weapon like the spit that infict-
cd the wound but decoits sometimes are
| armed with q slender spear, and perhaps
the spit was the nearest approach to n
deadly weapon Hingun had ever handled.
Rather, prefer accepting the unreal view
of the matter. He might have loved the
woman, though doubt the possibility of
keeping secret criminal connection. The
murder was q great shock to his mind, and
he brooded over it until his overweight
imagination created the vision, and sug-
gested the self-accusation. BY what af1ini-
tive force became an accessory after the
fact Tor the dclusion) I must leave to the
electro-biologists. In the annals of dream
land are we'll authenticated records Of far
stranger Authorizations.