Daily Republican., 1881-07-01

The cursed liquor fired my brain until
lost all consciousness Ofmy surround
ings. l became engaged in a quarrel
and killed maE--sO am told, though
! have no recollection whatever of the
affair"
"And now Nh. +. want you to de.
liver these two letters to the persons to
whom they are addressed. One is for
Alice, the other for my mother, who has
been travelling in Europe, hat who is
now zen route tor New York, and will
arrive here in q few days"
But" interrupted, "she will of
course come to you Immediately upon
her arrival. IT will not he necessary
for me 20 give her this"
"Wamore shaok his head sadly"
"My mother and l will never meet in
this world said he. "Take The letter
Mr.. +. You will not refuse"
Certainly Rot, Wilmore,,' said.
But you must not look upon the dara
side ofthis affair, will secure you the
serviGes,of "a good lawyer, and you shall
yet have the crportanity to retrieve
your reputation.
1T is too late" he said. "I 10 not
hSolfo ~ ilfE. Ahutulcul ICT tLt EASI
is nowimpossible."
* talked with him for some time on
ger, but could not succeed in rousing
him from the lethargy into which he had
fallen"
'Inmetliately after left him went
to- ser a well-known lawyer, whom
engaged to defend him, -
Upon my return to the Tombs I
learned that the unfortunate man had
committed suicide during my absence.
sie haAi in some ineXplcable way mana
aged to conceal n knife about his ner-
son, and with this weapon ne stabbed
himself to the heart.
The warden paused evidently not q
little affected
81 recollect the occurrence, . | said,
'bnt never heard the poor fellow S
story before"
''lt was not made public" replied f.
"Only the lady whose loss ha,t been the
cause of all his mistoytuncs his mother
and one ~ two others ever learned the
whole truth"
But what was the strange occurrenc ce
to which you referred when yeu began?"
II am coming to that now. About
six months after poor Wilmore's death
a fellow was brougat in here one even,
ing, who had been engaged in uamb-
ling saloon. He was wclldresse.l and
wore profusion OF valuable iewelry
but | saw at a glance that he was an
old criminal. He was as hard looking
fellow as | ever met. He gave the
name Of John Jones, and was lodged in
the cell in which Wilmore had been
confined during his stay here
"At about ten o'clock that night as
was passing through the corridor
heard loud Shrek and a cry of Mercy.
mercy" The sound proceeded from the
cell in which this man Jones, as he call
ed himself, WAS confined
81 entered the cell. AS did so the
fellow actually rushed into my arms,
trembling from head to foot with ter
rOr.
II saw him. he gasped. 'He stood
by my side, he grasped my wrist in his
icy hand and cried in my ear, At last
we are face to face once more Save
me; take me from this horrible place"
"What is the matter with you?.
cried. who did you see"' "Wilmore
Randolph Wilmore, the man whose
death lies at my door. Let NE leave
tins cell or Shall go mad"
"Who are you"?' | demanded.
"Robert Thorne is my name," he re-
piled. "But take me to another cell,
and ] will try to answer all your ques-
tions.'
"Calm yourself,"I said, "you have
been dreaming. Wilmorc has been dead
six months,
"Eevertheless," he returned, ! saw
him on this spot but few minutesago
See, here upon my wrists are the marks
of his fingers
81 looked, and upon his wrist sir,
plainly saw the mark of fingers as if
some one had grasped it very tightly"
''There he stands" he suddenly
shrieked. DO you not see him? He will
kill me
He fought with desperate energy to
escape from the cell, but I held him
tightly. Suddenly he ceased his strug-
giles and uttered low gasp.
"He has fainte,l," said to Bill G.
one of the keepers who had entered the
cell. "Help me to take him into
the corridor"
"He'll never come to- Mr.. F." said
the man. He's dead!
1t was so. Robert Thorne had died
in my arms. He was subject to heart
disease and his excessive fright had
brought on a fatal attack"
"And do you believe that he actually
saw the spirit fthe man he had wrong.
ei?" asked.
GAS | said BEFORE replied the war
len, 81 am not II believer in ghosts
"But how do you account for the
marks on his wrists"
Il don't attempt to account for them,
only tell you what actually occurred,
md leave you to draw your own con
Illusions.