Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-04-28

at him, and shoot him through the heart.
In all probability he will drop dead on
the floor without uttering scream. But,
even If he does cry out no one will hear
him. Then, Bixton, your part OF the task
will commence. AS soon as darkness sets
in tonight you will have to conceal your
self in the woodshed adjoining Brother
toms house. A few minutes before nine
you will approach Brotherton's bedroom
window close enough to see what takes
place there. AS soon as have brought
down the old fellow you must climb into
the window, enter the adjoining room
where Brothertons desk stands, break the
desk stand open and take from it all the
papers and money it contains. No one
will hear you, for no one but Brothcrton
lieves in the house Then you come quick
iy over to me, hand me the papers, and
will let you have one Of my horses to ride
off toward Florida. Do you understand
me well, Bixton9"
Perfectly, Doctor"
Well, then, here is dark lantren and
an excellent steel jimmy. Have you a
watch"
No, Doctor"
"Well, you may have this silver watch,
Blxton; and here is $40 bill to get you
some refreshments. But beware of get
ting drunk"
II won't drink any thing but claret,
DR.. Melville. But tell me one thing,
please-how much money will be likely
to find in old Brotherton's desk?"
''Oh, at least $4,000, Bixton. I saw
him put nearly that sum into it this very
morning"
Gail right, DR.. Melville, all right. I
shall be on hand tonight"
So saying, Walter Bixton, a young man
of twenty five, left the Office of DR.. Mel
Vile, middle-aged physician, with
whom he had held the foregoing startling
conversation at Mobile, Alabama, shorty
after noon of very sultry June day, in
the year 1881.
When DR.. Melville was alone in his
office he drew himself into an easy chair
and was soon absorbed in deep thought
Every now and then ne uttered few in
coherent sentences. =
"Ah, Jim Brotherton,' he murmured
''you are going to foreclose that.mortgeg &c
on my house tomorrow! guess not
guess not not! You are childless
widower, worth over a hundred thousand
dollars, and you want to deprive me OF
what little property have l told you
to-day that you would regret your hard
heartedness. and you laughed at me.
He chuckled diabolically. IT guess
nett guess not!" he repeated.
Then he sprang to his feet, and tool
from wardrobe an air-gun, whose locl
he examined carefully.
:'From here to Botherton's house il
about twenty eight yards. Now, this air
gun carries its small iron bolt twice a!
far. Let US try it. There is crow OF
yonder church-roof will kill it's
He took aim and fired. The crow fel
dead.
"Ha!ha!ha!" he laughed, almost aloud
sit will be bad for you, Jim Botherton |!
Evening came round, and, as DR.. Mel
vile had predicted, minute or two afte,
nine o'clock, James Botherton, a wealthy
retired merchant, who lived all alone il
his cosy frame house OH Ochiltree street
entered his bedroom with lighted wax
candle in his hand. No sooner had h
crossed the threshold of the bedroom
than bullet Kissed through the opcl
window, and entered his left breast. n
sank to the floor with low groan.
A few seconds later, young Bixto1
climbed into the window and threw tn
glare of his dark lantern into Botherten'
face.
twas deadly pale. The eyes looked
CLASSY and riged.
He is deadl' whispered the william
who rushed into the ajoining room, brok
open the desk, and took from it bundl
Of papers tied together with red tape, an,
large package of bank-bills.
"By Georgen' he muttered, gleefully
there is at least four thousand dollar
heren'
He returned to the bedroom wher
Botherton was lying, and threw the ligh
of the lantern once more upon the vic
TINS face. Suddenly he uttered lou
cry of terror and dropped the dark Ian
tern.
Botherton was not dead. He had open
ed his eyes very wide and whispered:
."Ah, is it you, Walter Bixton?"
The young man tried to escape, bu
Botherton had grasped his left leg, an
held it in grip of iron. A horrible strue
gle ensued. In order to free himself fro1
the old mans grasp, Bixton stamped hir
repeatedly in the face, disfguring hi
horribly. at last he made his escar
through the open window, while the Of
man cried loudly for help.
A night constable heard him, and W,
soon by the victims side.
II am shot!' gasped Botherton.
"Who did it," asked the constable.
".Walter Bixton," rejoined the woun,
ed man, feebly.
A convulsive shudder passed throug
his frame, and he expired.
meanwhile, Bixton, terribly frighe
ed, had run over to DR.. Melville's hous
''Well?" asked the doctor.
"You did not kill him-he recogniz,
me!' gasped the william.
The Doctor uttered a blasphemous oat
"Some one is now with him." cont
ued Bixton, pantingly. "Oh, hide n
hide me'
"No, no!' cried the bafaed physicia
sect out Of my house this very momel
or shall shout for the police!'
Bixton implored him not to give hi
up. but DR.. Melville, who was perfect
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