The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1880-10-09

OF water?
1t was brought. AS he took off his
coat preparatory to washing his face and
! hands, Gretchen, who stood beside him
with fresh towel in her hands. uttered
a slight scream.
" Blood F." she cried. There's blood
on your sleeves,"
The basin of water fell from the stran-
gers hands. His face shone white
through the ghstening drops Of water he
had dashed upon it. Then with an eff
fort, he said, carelessly:
All, yes; those rocks by the creek
made quite a cash in my shoulder. You
see, blandly explaining, "while | was
lost i shought Id try to cross the creek.
1t was getting dark, and when | reached
the other side, / found it so rocky that |
could scarcely climb up. | got half
way, then a sudden misstep made me
fall. \ sharp piece of rock pierced my
shoulder, and, indeed, it has caused me
considerable pain.
"Ach, too badl" SAID Frau Groat.
q have soothing lotion which you
may put on before you go to bed"
Thanks. And I'll go to bed right
after I've had my supper if you please,
for | am very tired. Besides, L Will
have to rise early tomorrow morning,
50 that / may take the first train.
The next morning the whole family
Was up III time to see their guest depart.
He partook with good appetite OF Frau
Groat'S breakfast OF ham and eggs; he
listened quietly and with seeming
reverence to his host az he read a chap
ter from the Old black German Bible
and offered up the usual morning prayer;
then, just as he was ready to start, he IN
quired what h" should pay for his board
and lodging.
ooh, notings -notings You are
welcome to the bed and bite sa id
Groat heartily.
You're very kind, " said the stranger.
" But | feel that | ought to repay you
III some way See here opening his
satchel-" If you VIII not let me give
money, pray 90 me the kindness of ac-
cepting these little tokens of gratitude.
Here, Frau Groat, are two pairs of stock
ings that would just fit your busy feet,
and here, Gretchen, is a bran new piece
of calico, more than enough for a dress.
They are the only things | did not sell,
and | do not care to lug them home
again.
The two women accepted his gifts with
pleasure, and, with mutual expressions
OF good luck, the traveller and his kind
entertainers parted. The former with n
bluc-ch"cked shirt of Peter Greats. He
left his own behind him, telling Frau
Groat that it was too soIled for wearing,
but that she might keep it in exchange
for the one she had given him. AS the
strangers shirt was OF excellent material,
with linen bosom and cuffs, the worthy
dame thought She had made good a
bargain.
William Grayson, farmer in the vi
cinity Of Haywood, missed one of his
COWS that Friday night, and early on the
following morning set out to make search
former. He hunted through the meadow
lands, followed the course of the creek
quite a way, and finally entered the pine
woods. When about half way through,
a brown object lying on the grass little
distance from him, attracted his atten-
ton. He went to it, 1t was Il large
piece OF wrapping paper, and long bit
Of twInc was lying beside it. The paper
was damp with dew, and, as Grayson
carelessly turned 1t over III his hand. he
observed some red spots on it. He ex-
ahmed them more closely. They were
the bloody prints of a thumb and fin
gcrsl
He looked around him keenly. He
soon noticed that the bank of ferns Dor
dermg the path was, III one place,
crushed and broken. He followed these
marks; they led him to the densest and
most unfrequemt part of the woods, and
there. in hollow, almost covered with
low Underbrush, lay the body Of
woman. IT was Mrs. Curtis, lying stiff
and stark, with bloody cash across her
throat.
Two hours later, party of uen we're
haunting the leafy labyrinths of the pine
woods. They were endeaYoring to find
the trail of the murderer
An hour passed and they had met with
no success. Some of them had gathered
together for the purpose of consultation,
when suddenly cry from one of their
companions, who was little distance
from them, attracted their attention.
See what | have found" he cried
holding up Il spool OF thread, 1t was
dirty and dingy, and wet with dew; but
Mr. Brown, the merchant, who was with
the party, recognized 1t at once, he said:
Its one of the spools poor Mrs.
Curtis bought of me yesterday It's
pink, you see. She was real particular
about the color. She was piecing
chair cushion, and wanted the right
shade. Now, its evident that the vii
liam who murdered her took this route
through the woods. See how the ferns
are crushed down this way. Hurry,
we've got a clew now!"
The trail led them out of the woods
into the meadow, and opened right into
the yard of Peter Groat. They were
going around to the back door to knock,
and ask if any of the inmates had seen a
stranger lurking about the premises,
when Mr.. Brown CHANGED to look in the
window.
\ look of extreme CONSERVATION over
spread his ruddy face
My God, he cried, "see therel
All turned and looked in the window.
The room YVES moecupied. The
clock licked checrfully in one corner
\ cat was coZuv curled upon a chair
cushion, purriug contentedly. But 90
the table in the centre Of the room lay
two pairs of stockings, and near them,
half-unrollcd, was dress pattern of
lilac calico.
THAT Calico said Mr.. Brown, i'm
prCssivelv V" that calico is the identical
piece | sold Mrs. Curtis yesterday after
noon | should know it anywhere. It's
peculiar, you sea bunch of white