Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-02-08


intelligent fellow, only little wild, and
really began to hope that he might
prove innocent; when among the ma
cerated food, L came upon small, m
| fnitesimal white grain. By careful
| manipulation and the use of my n1agni
| flying glass managed to get this upon
"a piece of smoked glass, and exam
ined it.
was then certain L had discovered
| arsenic, but to make assurance doubly
sure, 1 determined to apply well-known
test for that poison. Accordingly 1
placed in the woman's stomach the
usual acids, and then turned on the
blow-pipe flame, and presently there
worthy of Gains brow, which is the sign
and signet of the poison fend.
Yes,' exclaimed, as 1 saw the fatal
blazon, Joe johnson is the murderer
of mis- 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.
I 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 a molasses candy stick.
His nose was merely an elongated heshy
pug, and his forehead was decorated
VITA 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.
His uniform reassured me, and adj
dressed him with some impatience
"My friend, 1 suppose L 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 well as coro-
ner.
Ono.
"Well, then, why am I sent for at
this time of night?'
amt dead yet, but they say he will be
before morning"
Are doctors attending him ?'
"Oh. he's in good hands, perfesser."
"What's the matter with bim?"
"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?''
q What 2" asked the man.
Brain disorder, mean; something
wrong here"
1 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
ton tomorrow, to take look and see
if its post mortem or not. Besides, l
wanted to see where l could always lind
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
eve 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 I.
Awful n said he.
What was it p'
80 Nitro-glycerine explosion up in the
iron mills-a hundred fellow mortals
| busted r'
"Sad p'
Affecting, very" Here he rubbed
his mouth with the back of his hand.
Perfesser, what is this nitro-glycer-
ine?"
cit is q very dangerous article"
answered, happy to display my knowl-
edge. cit 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. 1t
is yellow and greasy. Its symbols in
our nomenclature are CO, lis No. 81 3,
o."
You don't mean to say so P' said the
officer, interrupting me, in disagreeable
tones in the very middle of a 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
(hem) will Pr
| 1 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 q
| weight fall on it from a height
eyes, said my man, and that rouses
its volcaner, does it How does it come,
perfesser 2''
"In little cans-why, like these ''
said /, discovering that there was little
can of it on the marble sink, which
had carelessly neglected to replace in
the cellar. then took a little of the
glycerine, spread it on an anvil, and
struck it with hammer.
A slight explosion and flame burst
from the paper.
"No, really" said the policeman
starting buck. I suppose, perfesser
that ere can would make mighty big
noise if allowed to explode in here al
at once?" -
at would blow the entire building tc
atoms," said 1 resuming the analysis o.
Mrs. Johnson's stomach.
."NoI" 1 heard the policeman re
mark, in deliberate Yankee tones
"you don't say say sol'
The next moment 1 lay on my back
a gag in my mouth, terribly frightened
and sick at heart. Over me stood the
policeman, and the first thing thai
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 a fienc
and the nose of a Roman.
$50 you think" said the metamor
phosed, in the tones of a gentleman
that nothing can save Joe johnson
from the rope? Poor fellow! it doe
look like it. But, my dear professor
Joe johnson is fortunate enough t.
have in me devoted friend, as well a
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