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ceived sabre cut on the head which laid
her PROSTATE by the side Of her husband.
From the sight and that blow she never
ful1v recOvered
A Physicians Crime.

A Physicians Crime.
That is a splendid cheme Of yours, DR..
Melville. shall be glad to help you,'
s Understand me we'll, Bixton. Tie
thing has to be done tonight"
" Well?n
Now, look across the streets at that
window. Old Brotherton sleeps in that
room. He is very stout, and in this hot
weather keeps the window of his bed
room open all night Methodical in his
habits, he Away gees to bed at nine
o lock. At that hour have seen him
enter his bedroom night after night
Lighted candle in his hand. Tonight
shall lie in wait for BrothertOn in
4 the open window OF the adjoining room,
from which can see distinctly every
thing he does in his bedroom which is
on the straight line with it.
| / am dead shot, and as soon as he
enters this bedroom shall fire the air
gun, which have considerable improved,
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
tons house. A few minutes before nine
you will approach Brotherton's bedroom
window close enough to see what takes
place there. AS soon as I have brought
down the old fellow you must climb into
the window, enter the adjoining room
where Brotherton's 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 Brotherton
lleves in the house. Then you come quick
~ 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 we'll, Bixton?"
Perfectly, Doctor
Well, then, here is a 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"
won't drink any thing but claret,
DR.. Melville But tell me one thing,
please-how much money will I be likely
to find in old Brotherton's desk?"
sob, at least $4,000, Bixton. saw
him put nearly that sum into it this very
morning"
"All 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 he uttered few in
coherent sentences.
| All, Jim Brotherton," he murmured,
"you are going to foreclose that mortgage
on my house to-morrow!I 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. / told you
to-day that you would regret your hard
heartedness. and you laughed at me.
He chuckled diabolically ct guess
not guess not!' he repeated.
Then he sprang to his feet, and took
from wardrobe an air-gun, whose lock
he examined carefully.
From here to Botherton's house is
about twenty eight yards. Now, this air
gun carries its small iron bolt twice as
far. Let us try it. There is crow on
| yonder church-roof. will kill it."
| He took aim and fred. The crow fell
dead.
Ella !ha! hap helaughed, almost aloud,
/" It will be bad for you, Jim Botherton!n
| Evening came round, and, as DIR. Mel
vile had predicted, minute or two after
nine o'clock, James Botherton, wealthy
retired merchant, who lived all alone lin
his cosy frame house on Ochiltree street,
entered his bedroom with lighted wax
candle in his hand. Nc sooner had he
crossed the threshold of the bedroom
than bullet Kissed through the open
window, and entered his left breast. He
sank to the floor with low groan.
A few seconds later, young Bixton
climbed into the window and threw the
glare Of his dark lantern into Botherten's
face
It was deadly pale. The eyes looked
CLASSY and riged.
!" He is dead!' whispered the william,
who rushed into the ajoining room, broke
open the desk, and took from it a bundle
Of papers tied together with red tape, and
a large package of bank-bills.
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