Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-02-09

intelligent fellow, only little wild, and
really began to hope that he might
prove innocent; when among the ma
cerated food, l came upon a small, in
fnitesimal white grain. By careful
manipulation and the use of my magni
flying glass managed to get this upon
piece of smoked glass, and exam
ined it.
| was then certain l had discovered
arsenic, but to make assurance doubly
sure, L determined to apply well-known
test for that poison. Accordingly |
| placed in the woman's stomach the
usual acids, and then turned on the
blow-pipe flame, and presently there
appeared the brilliant metallic mark,
worthy of Gains brow, which is the sign
and signet of the poison fend.
eyes," I exclaimed, as [ saw the fatal
blazon, Joe johnson is the murderer
of his wife! With the evidence of that
| mark to back me no power can save
him from the rope"
Do you really think SO ?" said calm
voice behind me. r~ 7s
| turned quickly, and discovered a
tall, lank policeman, having red, weak
and watery eyes, standing at my Office
door and staring in.- His body looked
as if it had been rolled out long between
his hands, like molasses candy stick.
His nose was merely an elongated fieshy
| pug, and his forehead was decorated
wits two red streaks instead of eye
brows. He had no expression at all in
his face, and his policeman's hat was SO
large that it threatened to settle down
on his shoulders. s.H
Ms uniform reassured me, and ad-
dressed him with some impatience:
"My friend, I suppose I am wanted
to attend an inquest, Or what is your
purpose?"
"No, doctor, the man amt dead
yet" =
Anything in the surgical way ?"
| was police surgeon as we'll as coro-
ner.
"No. s .,-
"Well, then, why am I sent for at
this time of night?'
"Don't bother, perfesser; the man
amt dead yet, but they say he will be
before morning" 500
care doctors attending him ?" a
ooh. he's in good hands, perfesser."
"What's the matter with him?"
"Well," said the official, "some folks
say he's got SO much knowledge into
him that he can't live under it,"
Cerebral disorder, eh ?''
"What? ?' asked the man.
Brain disorder, I mean; something
wrong here"
I touched my forehead, and SO did
| he, as he said:
"Aye; and I thought I'd drop in and
tell you, if you was a going to the sta
tion tomorrow, to take look and see
if its post mortem or not. Besides,
wanted to see where | could always find
you in case of need"
| | bowed, and attributed his visit to a
feeling Of curiosity. He sat on the sink,
one rubbered foot thrown over the
other, and wiped his nose with dirty
| handkerchief several times, while his
eye wandered about like Christopher
Columbus after discoveries. Finally, he
| spoke like one who felt himself called
upon to say something.
" Perfesser, there has been an acci-
dent this afternoon terrible too"
"Ah," said |. L.
Awful !" said he.
What was it ~
:" ro-glycerine explosion up in the
iron mills-a hundred fellow mortals
busted p
"Sad"
Affecting, very" Here he rubbed
| his mouth with the back Of his hand.
Perfesser, what is this nitro-glycer-
| ine?n
"It is very dangerous article" I
answered, happy to display my knowl-
edge. sit has nearly twice the des-
tructiveness Of gunpowder, but, unlike
it, does not explode on the application
of heat. A red-hot coal dropped into
it will not explode it. It will freeze. It
is yellow and greasy. It's symbols in
our nomenclature are C3, 1l5 mo. 3 3,
o."
You don't mean to say so p said the
officer, interrupting me, in disagreeable
tones in the very middle of choice ex-
tract from one of my lectures. Why,
but you haven't told me how it does go
off. If fire won't burst it, what in
| m)--will p
| | told him if it were pressed or any
thing fell on it it wouldexplode.
"Place it under the crusher of cider
mill, strike it with hammer, let a
weight fall on it from height"
eyes, said my man, " and that rouses
| its volcaner, does it? How does it come,
perfesser ?" ,,e~
"In little cans-why, like these p
said /, discovering that there was little
can of it on the marble sink, which [
had carelessly neglected to replace in
the cellar. then took g little of the
glycerine, spread it on an anvil, and
struck it with hammer.
A slight explosion and fame burst
| from the paper.
No, really" said the policeman,
starting b1ck. :" suppose, perfesser,
that ere can would make mighty big
noise if allowed to explode in here all
at once2"
" 1t would blow the entire building to
| atoms," said resuming the analysis of
| Mrs. Johnson's stomach.
"Nol' 1 heard the policeman re-
mark, in deliberate Yankee tones
"you don't say say so!''
The next moment lay on my back,
gag in my mouth, terribly frightened
/ and sick at heart. Over me stood the
policeman, and the first thing that
functuary did ,was-looking me straight
in the face-to take off his nose. He
then rid himself of his red eyebrows,
hair, and cap, and became determined
looking fellow, with the eyes of fend
and the nose of a Roman.
so you think" said the metamor-
phosed, in the tones of gentleman.
I" that nothing can save Joe johnson
from the rope2 Poor fellow! it does
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