The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-09-21

sometimes gaining a glimpse of the canal or Of
q wharf as l crossed a bridge, but always
coming again into the shadow of these high
walls, whom suddenly | saw, IN this dim light,
slouching swing about the shoulders, which
made my heart beat quickly. Walking with a
hurried step, this figure soon became more
distinct; aud in another minute I had recog-
niZed the face.
Butas the figure passed by, l could find no
voice. Hssound had escaped my lips it must
have been q cry of horror. AS l had seen the
face of Scroegie on the preceding night, 80 l
had seen it now pale and haggard, with the
eyes Of a hunted animal. dead beaten, and
nearly brought to bay. But there was some
thing moro than that; hero was an indescriba-
bic expression Of some fresh crime committed,
overshadowing him, and he seemed to BIO CROP
ing his way, like q man who is eager toaveft his
own obstruction.
Voices now reached me, from the direction
In which scroggie had come, and l ran on; for
l fancied, L recognized Frank Bowser's voice
among them.
As l came in sight of the old Ferry road
some one stepped abruptly in my path, and
turned the Tight of a dark lantern full in nv
face. 1t was a constable, who eyed mo with
evident suspicion.
When I mentioned Bowser's name and told
him who was the man appeared satisfied, for
he said: Come this way" and making q
reckoning motion with his lantern, walked
down tho road. Something in his manner
suggested a dreadful thought; a question was
on my lips, but / feared to ask 1t, and followed
him in silence.
AT q corner of the road we found another
constable. He came forward as we approached,
and turned his lantern upon mo as the other
had done.
Friend Of his" said my conductor, intro
ducing me; friend from tho temple"
Right" said tho other, in q swapping man
ner.
l now observed a third lantern flashing about
down a dark turning. At the further end three
men were bending down, and one of them, APP
parently q surgeon, was bandaging the head
of a pereon who was beiug supported by the
others.
cry escaped me; it was Frank Bowser. He
uttered my name IN q faint voice when l leaned
over him.
"Tell her" said he, speaking SO low that I
could scarcely hear the words, ''tell her that
my scheme succeeded. What l said 1 would
do, tell her. l have now done. l have found
the man. have hunted him down. Tell her
-o
No further words reached my ear; his lips
still moved, but Inconsistencies quickly fol-
lowed.
Many days passed before he spoke again.
He then told meas he lay upon the sofa in
my chambers, with Alice Darrell seated beside
him and Miss Pllkington near the fire, in an
arm chair, looking very stern, he then told
mo how he happened accidentally, one day,
70 DO cllhkihB some EOlu III MS pocket, IN
~Scroggie's presence, when he noticed that a
strange look came over his face which reused
his suspicious; and he then and there deter
mined TO adopt this plan, and thoroughly
satisfy himself before giving the affair more
serious thought. He acknowledged his
fault in emitting to take me into his conf
dence; but he did not wish to destroy my be-
lief in Scrogg!e without a stronger proof.
Upon the eventful night in which he related
tho details connected with tho bank tragedy.
his suspicious had been confirmed. He had
gone to Limehouse, where Scroggle was known
TO the police, and where. it was supposed, he
lived, and a warrant had actually been granted
for his arrest. That evening. as Bowser sup
posed, ocroggie must have followed him, and
there, near the gateway. had nearly succeeded
in his evident design to take his life.
ScroSgie was found drowned in one Of the
dock basins at Limehouse upon the day fol-
lowing his attempt upon the life of Frank
Bowser. Frank has been married for years to
Alice Darrell, but every detail must remain
fresh in my memory as long as l live.