The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-09-03

\ spoon, oil and al the other necsesa-
ries, and started. A cab was waiting
for US at the corner Of the street
which dragged US slowly through the
/ snow to the cemetery. Another cab
was standing at the gate, out of which
j two ladies stepped. | could just see
I that they were tall, in deep mourning,
/ and closely yelled. One, who seemed
( considerably the elder, addressed me
politely. and gave all directions. We
! walked along the trim gravel walks,
a man preceding US with q
/ lantern. which the crisp, unsullied
snow rendered quite unnecessary;
| but it added q sort of mystery to the
/ scene as it shown on the stiff. IN
1 caiuly monuments, and glittered on
/ the snow covered shrubs, and at last
on an iron barred gate, which the
IN unlocked. Here the two ladies
glided past US and followed him
closely, till, after a reference to his
pocket book and looking at several
cofins, he laid his hand on one, and
signed to my man to come and assist
It was soon pulled down and placed
upon the trestles; it had neither name
nor date, as is usual, but the man
seemed confident he was right in his
selection. Then there was a burst Of
grief, and he >lder lady drew her
companion away. The man placed a
screw driver aud a lantern on the
coffin and followed them leaving my
man and myself alone. 1t was a
place Of very weird aspect, consisting
merely Of a long galley with shelves
in inches, on which lay collins Of all
shapes and sizes. | am not a nervous
NANNY days have been spent much
among the dead-but | confess to
feeling Of dislike to such a studio at
one An, on . winter morning. We
soon removed the coffin lid, and by
the lanterns light saw mans face, a
sharp outline, waving black hair, a
noble forehead, high nose, long black
beard and m0ustache. He must have
been a handsome fellow, not above
thirty. But how hollow were the
cheeks, and how wasted the large,
long, manly hand
A rustic of awoman's dress and the
tall lady enters, throws up her veil,
and kisses the damp, cold forehead,
cuts off some of the hair, and vanishes
We take the cast, close the coffin; it
is again hoisted on to the shelf, and,
the cold and tedious business over, | |
am glad to leave the place. Again |
the dark figure of the elder lady |
comes toward US, looking taller than |
ever, as her black garments contrast |
with the snow She now addresses
my servant, who was carefully carry
ing the pieces Of still wet plaster.
" Is that the cast?"
" No, ma'am; cast won't be ready |
till to morrow"
8 Give that to me.
+" But, madam, | said, it is mere
Is the mould, aud scarcely firm; any |
one unaccustomed to handle such |
things is sure to destroy it.
" BE good enough, Sir, to give that |
to me, she said, in such a voice that |
the gravel walk was nearly being UNI
pire in the dispute as my servant |
started at the sound.
Very we'll, Madam" She shook |
the towel in which they were aud |
walked away into the darkness.
WHO IS she2' | asked the man |
with the lantern.
No one knows" he said.
Who was the gentleman 2"
No one knows; he came one even |
ing to - Hotel without any lug |
gage; his linen was not marked; he |
h ID money enough to bury him here |
Ia the vault He was found dead in |
his bed, [ heard them say, and that's
all knew of ne, Sir"
Wa there no suspicion of sui
ejIe?'
Il tell OF, Sir, that's all 1 know,
but its suicide stopping GU here; so
good morning, Sir"
So We drove hCmsN ard. TIE stars
we're shining as they only do on a
frosty northern night; the aurora
would some imas flicker aud die away,
md sometimes a star would shoot
Town and disappear, bring NJ to my
mind b RANGERS noble ode:
90! hat may yon shooting light be.
rhat isI falls, and is quenched afar.
don't know what it betokens,
Sir, I'm sure said my servant,
with start, but | expect
30 good. That old girl knows more
hat she seems.
How do you mCan?'
She want a cast, Sir! Not she.
when, Sir. you We seen as much as L
have you'll know EN- better; she's
lived long enough 10 the world to
know that piece moulds can't be han
died like that; she wanted to see him,
Sir, only If she's so very fond Of
him, let him have her properly looked
after according to law.
But why should she wish to see
him?"
It's curious, Sr; but SO it is when
people know too much about the
deaths OF other people, they like to
take a peep at them now and then.
There was Bill Simmonds, who killed
the peddler He covered him up,
and would never have been suspected,
but he would 20 in the night and IN
cover him, to see ii be was still there;
so he was caught, and Here's home,
Sir"
With The exception Of having my
Interest a little excited by an adver-
tisement in the Times, describing a
gentleman who had never returned |
from a journey to the North, whose
features seemed to resemble those of |
some ono [ had once seen, | could not |
remember where, the incident just
narrated faded from my memory as the
ever varying pursuits Of daily life oc-
cupied my mind. The spring was APP
and the long winter session
drawing to a close. when | got the
following note from the medical man
whose duty it is to conduct such in
designations:
Dear -: VIII you oblige me by
coming to my house at p. NJ. to day,
as wish to conduct the p. M. exam
inalion Of a case Of suspected poison
lag? Yours ever, c."
| desired my trusty John to bring
the necessary instruments, and went
to join my friend His crrriage was
ut the door. We cot inln ii. and John