Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-10-06


Evening to you, sir, )" replied Peter
Groat.
"Im peddler, said the man, speak
my goods, and am on my way back to
undertook to walk to the next station. [
lost my way and find that [ will have to
get lodgings for the night. Can you
help me?"
''The good book commands us to show
hospitality" said Peter. ''And al
though we are not rich, we never yet
turned away benighted traveller So,
come in, and my frau shall get you
something to eat
The table was soon spread with neat,
white cloth, upon which was placed
platter of cold boiled meat, garnished
with vegetables, then a plate of white
bread, roll of butter, dish of shining
black raspberries and plate of spicy
ginger cookies.
"I feel too dirty to sit down to de-
cent table, said the traveller, with
smile. ''May trouble you for a basin
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 !" she cried. "There's blood
on your sleevesi"
The basin of water fell from the stran-
gers hands. His face shune white
through the glistening drops of water he
had dashed upon it. Then with an eff
fort, he said, carelessly:
"Ah, yes; those rocks by the creek
made quite cash in my shoulder. You
see,' blandly explaining, "whhe I was
lost [ shought I'd try to cross the creek.
1t was getting dark, and when L reached
the other side, I found it so rocky that L
could scarcely climb up. I got half
way, then a sudden misstep made me
fall. A sharp piece of rock pierced my
shoulder, and, indeed, it has caused me
considerable pain"
Zach, too bad!" said Frau Groat.
81 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, [ will
have to rise early tomorrow morning,
SO that [ may take the first train"
The next morning the whole family
was up In time to see their guestdepart.
He partook with good appetite of Frau
Groat's breakfast of ham and eggs: he
listened quietly and with seeming
reverence to his host as he read 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
qulred what he 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 1 feel that [ ought to repay you
in some way. See here opening his
satchel-'' if you will not let me give
money, pray do me the kindness of ac-
cepting these little tokens of gratitude.
Here, Frau Groat, are two pairs of stock
lngs that would just fit your busy feet,
and here, Gretchen, is bran new piece
OF calico, more than enough for 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 a
blue-checked shirt of Peter Greats. He
left his own behind him, telling Frau
Groat that it was too so1led for wearing,
but that she might keep it ia 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
bargain.
y x $; \
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 way, and finally entered the pine
woods. When about half way through,
brown object lying on the grass a little
distance from him, attracted his atten-
ton. He went to it. It was a large
piece OF wrapping paper, and long bit
OF tw1ne was lying beside it. The paper
was damp with dew, and, as Grayson
carelessly turned it over in his hand, he
observed some red spots on it. He ex-
amined them more closely. They were
the bloody prints of thumb and fin
gers!
He looked around him keenly. He
soon noticed that the bank of ferns Dor
dering the path was, in one place,
crushed and broken. He followed these
marks; they led him to the densest and
most unfrequent part of the woods, and
there, in hollow, almost covered with
low underbrush, lay the body of a
woman. 1t was Mrs. Curtis, lying stiff
and stark, with bloody cash across her
throat
Two hours later, party of zen were
haunting the leafy labyrinths of the pine
woods. They were endeavoring 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 a cry from one of their
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