The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1873-07-05

rs HE The NrRnERER :

Murder murder ? murder
Ii sounded on the still air uf night like
the villa shrek Of some dIaboLcal ghoul,
haunting Oh Old gables ot the Crumshaw
rssi ieucr, near Dorset, that cry repeated
thr.r. a- the intpnatinu became each mo-
M-ut augmented
II was ga Richard Crumshaws house
keeper. who, from the house iu aEoul-d
terror startled the night echoes with rhe
CIV above recorded
H.r voice "a aH.ns what yau bee
the matter m nrrvuusly cried her husband.
who mad been gpIug over the grounds, as
Was Ais usual custom. a. Something awful
has happened, | know 1t has.
tie hurried his steps towards the house,
with nervous haste. as he spoke. stumbling
over some body iii his hurry, lying m ms
path, aud recUIhng with "a cry ot horror, as
he discovered that man, apparently dead,
ay. prustrate and iuauimate, upon the
ground
a sense of impending danger at the
house, caused HIM u hasten u the house,
and dash up the staircase, the same loud
cries echoIug from above
lie started, gasped and grew white as
The wax IA the candle on the mantel-pIece,
as his horuned gaze took ia at a glance the
awful scene before him
There, lying prostrate on the floor, was
oid Richard Crumshaw, dead and with a
stream ot blood tnckhng slowly down his
side while, standing near INN was the
housekeeper, whose terror and sorrow
found vent IN the utterance Of those awful
cries which bad lea her husband hither.
The old man took IN the scene IN a mo
meut. his master had been murdered,
fouliy, and recently, assaslnated. With a
NhIte face, and agtated lnIen, he led his
wife from the room, nos rendered silent,
almost frozen With horror, and conveyed
her down the staircase to the room below.
Rouse yourself II he cried, as he shook
her torcihly :" Ii is no time for giving
under now.
But the appeal had no effect upon the
pld woman, she was stunned stupihed
NJ d. YOU not know, cried her husband,
= that tre will be held guilty if We do not
act Speak quickly How came you to
find him ri
went up to see if he wanted any
thing, for | was fearful Of something -
mistrusted that man
What man III
The one We admitted tonight His
nephew Sidney Vivian. | heard him
give that name as left the room. i"
II And YOU believe he did the deed ~
Believe Is not the dagger lying by
our poor masters side, the same thai man
dropped on entering the hall II
The old man stood silent, azShast.
'' entered the room, continued the old
woman, tremuIously, and all was dark.
! hurried down stairs, after calling on Mr..
Crumshaw, and receiving no reply, and OBJ
tanned a candle. | went up. You know
the rest.
But where has the nephew gone p
queried the old man, in amazement.
Ont Of the window
A sudden idea seemed to seize old Mr.
Forbes mind, as he left the room and
passed out into the garden. A few steps
brought him to the spot where he had, but
a short time previous, left the body over
,iri,ii. he had stumbled. 1t was still there
Raising it on his shoulders, he bore his
burden to the house, along the hall way,
and into the very room where hls wife sat
She was crouched in a chair by the door,
but she looked up as her husband entered
= found this body III the outer road of
the garden, he said, slowly, and then, as
he lay it on a lounge, he started back, CIV
ing utterance to cry of bewilderment
which his wife echoed, for the light shone
brightly on the face of the body which ola
Mr. Forbes had Just brought into the room.
g 1t is the nephew, Sidney Vivian :!
cried Mr. Forbes.
" 1t Is the murderer Of our dear, dead
master ' echoed the housekeeper Where
did you find him 7"
Her husband detailed, briefly, to her the
circumstances surrounding the discovery Of
The body
= He Is not dead, said the old woman,
who had been leaning over the inanimate
form ''But what is this r.
It was long, thin coil Of rope, twisted
around the young mans throat, rendering
his respirations difficult, and bearing con,
ically shaped, hard piece Of lead on the
end Both of the old people knew what il
was, recognizing it in the death-dealins
thug Of the Indian, counterpart Of which