Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1872-07-03

Ward killed! How? When Wh,
brought the news ?''
suddenly paused in my search, apt
stared at him blankly, as he asked the las
question.
why don't you answer me % Hi
Solce was full of barehness and distress.
Who told you Where is he ?''
In eellar-way on Pinche's alley.
Who brought the news ? Will yor
answer that ?''
| " He brought it himself-or rather hi,
ghost did," ] answered dongedIy.
" See Peck" said Bailey, sharply
don't have any fooling on such a subject
Are you Joking, or are you not ?'1
| ." JohtRgj No, no | wish / was =
But, come on !" | seized him by the
shoulder and endeavored to drag him TO-
ward the door. We must find his bodv !
Bailey thought [ was out of nv head
and do not blame him He di- engage eC
himself from my grasp, and wheeled
about, facing me
NOW tell me what you mean - he
said, sternly, with voice and manner that
brought me back to coherency
In as calm manner as possible. | rela
ted to him the event of the few moments
just passed
When had concluded, he eyed me mar
roWly, and his face bore au incredulous
ook.
ou don't believe me, ;" SAID, But
be kind enough to hell me for moment.
and we will soon find the Daper. The
wind blew it on the fioor.n
We s. arched for some time but in vain.
telt rather chagrined, and douby anxious
to lind it. But it was not to he fOund We
searched every stray scrap
1T must have fallen into the fireplace, i
said 'See-there are It's charred re-
mains, nown
Yes, | see,n said Bailey, looking at me.
pltylngly, 'But never mind tonight.
Peck. You had better 60 home and get
rested.'
This infuriated me.
you are trifiing ~ calculated. "You
don't believe me. But | am neither drunk
nor crazy. l have spoken the truth, and
you or some one else must go with me
Immediately to Muggins' Forks u
Bailey poohed, and endeavored to per-
suade me out of this idea, whereat 7 left
him without ceremony.
l made my way into the street and walk
ed swiftly to the police headquarters.
| was well acquainted there, and, with
out being obliged to enter intos minute ex-
plantations, was furnished with an escort of
two officers.
"Been fuss at the Forks, did YOU sav?11
remarked one of them, after we had go
well on our way
"Yes-in fact there has been a murder
"Whew That's coming it pretty
strong.7
''No. I might not have been believed if
[ had. 1t is rather a singular affair take it
all through. But if we search the celar-
ways on Pinche's alley, it's my opinion
that we'l find the dead body of Ward
Sutfinn
Both men uttered startled exc'amations
at this, and demanded to know nv reasons
fer thus speaking.
L then detailed to them the particulars
that have already been related, at which
they uttered sundry expressions of surprise
aud increduity
But we hurried on faster than ever, and
III due course of time reached that quarter
of the CRY known as Muggins Forks 1t
was III state of comparative uuietude.
being dark and silent, lights glimmeripg g
only occasionally heIe and there out of low
groggeries.
Soon we turned on Pinche's allev. a mar
row, dirty, dark lane, from various quarters
OF which arose stcnches almost unbeara-
BILE. We walked slowly and cautiously
along, guided by the light of one of the
pOlicemen's lanterns, which cast about a
ghosty gllmmer, seeming to make visible
the foulnesS of the air and the corruption
which lett not untainted one inch of space
With hesltatipg steps and dread anticipa-
ton WE pursued our horrible search
Down into damp places and nests of filth
and we peered, Withdrawing f,om each as
soon as we had scanned it thoroughly.
We found It,
1t lay partially doubled up, but the head
and face were visible. | locked first at
the forehead, and there was bright red
wound, corresponding precisely with the
one | had see on--what
We carefully gathered it up and straight
ened 1t out, and composed the limbs In a
less painful posture. There were two
hands that worked with loving, though
trembling touch.
1t was taken to the hospital, IN order to
ascertain beyond peradventure whether or
not life was extinct. The physician said
he must have been dead an hour
Thought, when [ returned to the office,
that Bailey looked upon me with an ex-
preston akin TO awe. But / was in a
mood far from triumphant | had loved
Ward dearly, and was bowed down with
grief at his untimely and terrible death.
spare all sickening details of the ex-
citement that followed, of the talk about
my part in the tragedy, of the fruitless
search for the murdererB.
Afterward Bailey made me give him a
more explicit account of the strange man
ner in which | received my information OF
the tragic event
And, as | minutely described each cir
cumstance, he alternately opened his eyes
wide, scowled, laughed and looked wise
What else could he do ?''
do not attempt to give any explana
ton of what have related. The facts
| or my memory of them-have been lait
| before the reader. But, as | shinK then
| over, questions obtrude themselves upor
each other
| Was l dreaming If so, is there meth
cd in a dreamer And can stimulated
BRAIN receive an impression from q dream
SO vivid and delible as to be indistinguish
| able from a memory of an actual fact
| Ii so. what is memory but delusiOn, and t
what extent can we trust our recollection
OF the past? But why pursue the subject
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