The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-09-12

and we will soon find the paper. Inc
wind blew it on the floor.
We searched for some time, but IN vain.
I felt rather chagrined, and doubly anx-
| ious to find it. But it was not to be found.
We searched every stray scrap.
Unjust have fallen into the fireplace,
7 said. "See-there are it's charred re-
mains, now" -:
s'Yes, [ see,'' said Bailey, looking, at
me. pityingly. "But never mind tonight,
Peck. You had better go home and get
rested.
This Infatuated me.
"You are trifing - I CIRCULATED
"You don't believe me. But am Meth
er drunk Der crazy. [ have spoken the
truth, and you or some one else must go
with me Immediately to Muggin' Forks.
Bailey poohed, and endeavored to per-
suade me out of this idea, whcreat l left
him without ceremony.
I made my way into the street and
walked swiftly to the police headquarters.
was well acquainted there, and, with
out being obliged to enter into minute
explanations. was furnished with an es-
cort of two officers.
s.Been fuss at the Forks, did you
say p remarked one of them, after we
had got on our way.
"Yes-in fact there has been murder
.Wilew That's coming it pretty
strong" %
mo. I might have been believed if
[ had. 1t Is rather a singular affair, take
it all through. But if we search the Gel
lar-ways CD Pinche' alley, it's my opinion
that we'll find the dead body of Ward
Sutfn,"
Both men uttered startled EXPLANATIONS
at this, and demanded to know my rea-
sons for thus speaking.
then detailed to them the particulars
that have already been related, at which
they uttered sundry expressions of sur
prise and incredulity.
But he hurried on faster than eyer, and
in due course of time reached that quar-
ter of the city known as Muggin' Forks.
1t was IN state Of comparative quietude,
being dark and silent, lights glimmering
only occasionally here and there out of
low groceries.
Soon we turned into Pinche's alley, a
narrow, dirty, dark lane, from various
quarters of which arose stenches almost
unbearable. We walked slowly and eau
tiously along, guided by the light of one
the policemen's lanterns, which cast about
ghostly glimmer, seeming to make visi-
BILE the foulness of the air and the cor
of space. With hesitating steps and
dread anticipation we pursued our hor-
rible search. Down into damp places and
and nests of filth we peered, Withdrawing
from each as soon as We bad scanned it
thoroughly.
We found it.
It lay partially doubled up, but the
head and face were visable. [ looked
first at the forehead, and there was a
bright red wound, corresponding pre-
cisely with the one [ had seen on-What?
We carefully gathered it up and
Strengthened it 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 wheth-
er or not life was extinct. The physician
said he must have been dead an hour.
[ thought, when [ returned to the Of
fee, that Bailey looked upon me with an
expression akin to awe. But [ was in a
mood far from triumph. / had loved
Ward dearly, and was bowed down with
grief at his ultimely and terrible death.
spare all sickening details Of the ex-
element that followed, OF the talk about
my part in the tragedy, Of the fruitless
search for the murders.
Afterwad Bailey made me give him
more explicit account of the strange man.
ner in which [ received my information
of the tragic event.
And, as [ infinitely described each cir
cumstance, he alternately opened his
eyes wide, scowled, laughed and looked
wise. What else could he do?
L do not attempt to give any explana-
ton of what | have related. The fact
or my memory of them-have been laid
before the reader. But as [ think them
over questions obtrude themselves upon
each other.
Was [ dreaming? IF SO, is there meth
cd in dreamer And can a simulated
brain receive an impression from dream
so vivid and delible as to be indistin-
guishable form of memory but delusion
and to what extent can we trust our re-
collections of the past? But why pur-
sue the subject