The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-08-05

half way WHEN sudden mis- step made
me fall. A sharp piece Of rock pierced
my shoulder, and, indeed, it has caused
me considerable pain. " ~
ZACH, too badl" said Frau Groat. II
have soothing lotion, which you may
1 put on before you go to bed
I "Phanks. And III go to bed right
after I've had nay supper, if you please,
for I'm very tired. Besides. 1 will have
torise early In the morning. SO that 7
may take the first train
The next morning the whole faniIy
was up in time to see their guest depart
He partook with good appetite Of Fran
0roats breakfast of ham and eggs: he
listened quietly and with seeming rev.
erence to his host as he read a chapter
from the old, black, German Bible, and
offered up the usual morning prayer
Then, just as he was ready to start, he
inquired what he should pay for his
board and lodging.
ooh, notings notingsl You are well
come to the bed and the bite" said
| Groat, heartily.
11"You are very kind, >" said the
stranger, "but I feel that I ought to re.
pay you in some way. See here
opening his satchel-'if you will not
let me give money, pray do me the kind
ness Of accepting these little tokens of
gratitude. Here, Frau Groat, are two
pair Of stockings that would just fit your
busy feet, and here, Gretchen, is bran
lev piece of calico, mere than enough
for dress. They are the only things I
did not sell, and I do not care to lug
them home again. . ~
The two women accepted his gifts
with much pleasure, and, with mutual
expressions Of. good luck, the traveller
I'D his kind entertainers parted. The
former wore blue checked shirt of
Peter Groat s. He left his own behind
him, telling Frau Groat 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 bargain.
William Greyson, a farmer in the
vicinity of Haywood, missed one of his
cows that Friday night, and early on
the following morning set out to make
search for her. 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 attention. He went to it. 1t was a
large piece OF wrapping paper, and a
long bit of Irvine was lying beside it.
The paper was damp with dew, and as
| Greyson carelessly turned it over in his
hand, he observed some red spots on it.
He examined them more closely. They
were the bloody prints of thumb and
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,
and they led him to the most dense and
most unfrequented part of the woods,
and there, in ahollow, almost covered
with underbrush, lay the body OF a
woman. TWAS Mrs. Curtis, lying stiff
and stark, with q bloody cash across her
throat. ~ s4.g
Two. hours later, party of men was
hunting 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 cry from
one of their companions, who was q
little distance from them, attracted their
attention.
"See what I have found!' he cried,
holding up spool of thread. 1t was
dirty and dingy, and wet with dew but
Mr.. Brown, the merchant, who was with
the party, recognized it at once, and
said:
cts one of the spools poor Mrs. Cur
tbs bought Of me yesterday. It's pink,
you see. She was real particular about
the color. She was piecing a chair cush-
ion, and wanted the right Shade. Now,
it's evident that the villain who murder
ed her took this route through the
woods. See how the ferns are crushed
this way. Hurry we've got a clew
now!"
The trail led them out of the woods
into the meadow that opened right into
the yard of Peter Groat They were
going round to the back door to knock.
and ask if the inmates had seen
stranger lurking around the. premises
when Mr. Brown CHANGED to look in the
window. 4@Hs sAss
A look of extreme consternation over
spread his ruddy face
"My God!" he cried, 'ssee therep'
All turned and looked in at the win
dow. The room was unoccupied. The
clock licked cheerfully in one corner. A
cat was costly curled upon a chair-cush-
ion, purring eontentedly. But on the
table. in the centre of the room. lay two
pairs of stockings, and near them. half
unrolled, WAS dress pattern of lilac cal
leo. Hse sse5s J.
THAT calico!'' said Mr.. Brown, i'm,
pressively, "that calico is the identical
piece I sold Mrs. Curtis, yesterday af
ternoon I should know It anywhere
It's peculiar. you see. a bunch of white
lilacs on a purple ground. Il was all I
Dad. Besides, I should know the piece,
because on one end there is about half a
yard lmperfectly printed, which has
holes in it, too. L remember l let Mrs.
Curtis have it cheaper, on that account.
Now, Peter Groat knows where the MUIR
derer is, or-solemnly and slowly-he
did the deed himselfr'
The party of men went silently and
soberly to the back door, and here they
were Mortified in finding fresh evidence
FRAU Groat was engaged in washing a
blood-stained shirt!
They sternly asked her to whom it be-
longed, but the poor woman, who could
not speak English, could only look at
them in frightened way Her husband
now came in from the garden, and him
they sterDly interrogated, while some of
the more impetuous bodily accused him
OF the murder Of the unfortunate Mrs.
Curtis. His frightened face, his con-.
fusion, his incoherent .utterances. MS
trembling denials were only so much
against him. Besides, he knew scarcely
any more English than his wife, and
later, when calm. his story of the traveller
who had stopped at his house, was re.
ceived with disbelief and derision. Poor.
friendless, and stranger, things looked
very dark against him.