Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1879-05-26

Call MIN. L told my story over again.
Then ! answered so many questions that
| began to feel as if [ had killed Mr..
P myself.
But before they got through they
showed ne the heel of the boot. | could
have sworn to it on a stack of Bibles.
Then pulled off the rag and showed
him my finger.
"'What's that for?' said the police
officer.
81 told him.
"NeYer mind that. Let's see the
bank bill 7 he exclaimed.
Il took it from my pocket and handed
it to him.
"He marked it carefully, and then
made me mark it, so I should know it
Eagain; he said. Then he put the bill in
lis safe.
"They handed me paper to 60 be-
bre the coroner's jury that afternoon,
= and Lawyer E. gave his word that
Ishould be there Then 1 went home.
| II told the story for the third time
bfore the coroaer's jury, and that was
al the good it did.
"It was nine days wonder-the
pagers were full of it. Folks came
cr,wding to my shop to stare and ask
questions. They only hindered my
work; it didn't do me any good. The
pdice kept arresting people, and would
fetch me to look at them, but they never
g,t the right man.
Here the cobbler paused. He remain
ed so long silent that I began to think
his story was concluded.
/" Is that all q | asked.
"'All = exclaimed the cobbler, with
a start. L wish it was all | have but
just begun
So saying he took from his pocket a
large celored handkerchief. wiped his
face and proceeded:
Nothing more came to light for five
yearS-fve years. The whole affair
went tc sleep-fOrgotten-as things are
in New York. Often, though, l used to
think If that, sweet, pretty girl, who
opened the door for me the day took
Mr.. R's boots home, dressed for her
trip t, Boston, and of her eager anxiety
when she asked me, do you think any.
thing has happened to him p Oh, dear
oh, dear | never could bear to recall it,
and to think | had her fathers blood OIL
my finger the very time she asked me
the question
'dWell, as L was saying, nothing more
for i've years-fve years to month.
was working hard as usual, just as ex
pect to work all the days of my life.
don't know what made me cast my eyes
up to the street-it is seldom | do it
but did do it, and-may the Lore
help me I! | saw going by, at that mo
ment, Mr.. P.'s murderer.
"He had young woman on his arm
and she held by the hand little tot o
child not more than three years old
who tripped along with her.
1.-The wretch cast strange glanc,
into my place-he could not see me-
and then turned away.
81 threw down my work and ran int
the other room for my wife.
al have seen him, have seen him
have seen the murderer | screamed il
her ears. Put on your hat and shawl
and follow him-follow him to the end
of the earth, and see where he goes
young woman and child. Do you hear ?
"Quick as thought, almost, my wifi
was on the sidewalk.
"Be careful, says | j; don't let hin
suspect.
before the words were fairly out o
my mouth she was out of sight.
IL sat like o petrifcation for NOR
than a good long hour. Nobody Cal
tell what went through. Nobody Cal
tell. First, l was so crazy glad to dis
cover that wretch | did not know wha
to do. Then began to settle down NOR
quiet, and when half an hour passed an
my wife did not get back, l fell into
great thinking, and so many things cam
crnwding, crowding into my mind.
".That is his wife with him. | sal
| to myself, and that little tot, trudgiug
; is his child. God forgive me, what al
I trying to do TO make that youn
woman widow, and the little tot a
orphan
The perspiration stood in big drops o
my face-I could scarcely breathe.
Suddenly the vision Of the youn
girl waiting for her father to come HON
appeared to me. There she was, stand
D ing in the doorway.
"'He shall hang!' exclaimed alouG
He shall hang What is his young wifi
| to me, or the child either 2
After that | settled down, weak as
kitten, and remained In tremble unit
my wife came back.
| when she did come she did not loo
e to me to be the same woman she wa
e She had taken off her hat and was swin9
: ing 1t, crazy like, in her hand. Ht