The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-12-12

IL 49, ~ 10 4eNAllIsHI COUluHI
get t6isleep; and There law i~istehfno 10
sne, ghostly tapping ot the ivy leaves
against the window, and thinking of
TIE eul look III the landlords eyes. and
/ all horrid stories T. had I q read
came ctowding into my mind. when
suddenly / started tfpin bed. wide awake
enough, for [ heard something or some
q9e climbing ppthe ivy to my window.
l lay With palpitating heart4and strain
ing eyes, listening to, the horrible ghost
ly rttstling, which every moment sound.
~edanearer.a alBN piss e dQb8IIt g
b. Suddenly q Thought struck me; and
rose, hastily smoothing the bed cloths,
as though the bed had not been slept
N. had Just time to creep under the
bed, when the window was shaken open.
and somebody softly slipped ID. ii
was q man, and, listening ~intently, i
heard him sigh YEARLY to himself, as if
he were tired ont. Then he cot snto
my bed, threw the clothes over him.
and IN a few minutes I heard him snor.
ing You can imagine how pleasant j
felt; and the scamp had my money! bag
under his pillow tool What was To- be
done? 1 thought of my happy home
and OF the dear Little wife, now perhaps.
dreaming OF me, and the thought, of her
gave me courage. II Determined tos
snatch at my money and fight, for.
It with the unseen v~isiter--to pctheI
death, if need be. IL was crawl
ing from under the bed. when
1 heard another sound, nearing the door
this time. rs In a single minute the latch
was quietly lifted, the door was gently
pushed open, and / saw the landlord
glide into the room. Then ahand hold
ing a candle stole in at the doof-only
a hand; but / knew those ~quivering fin
gers well enough. The, man lcrept on
tip-toe to the bed, and, leaning softly
over the sleeper, stabbed HIM to the
heart. There was one deep groan, and
all was oyer. The murderer drew the
money from under the pillow, and crept
stealthily to the door, gIapcing behind
him, as thoughihe feared the dead man
would get up and follow him. 4, str
shaking all over, and with hair on
END, Icrawled from my hiding place,
gfoped about for my clothes, and, after
standing a moment, dazed with horror.
followed the guilty couple. Their room
was almost, opposite mine, and j could
see the Light under their door, which
was barely closed, i pushed it open and
peeped in. The table faced the door;
and there they stood with their backs
to me, so intent upon the money that
I crept close to them without being
heard.
Look, look | heard the man whis-
per-there is more than enough to
save our boy How they shine! And
all ours, wife-oursH ys,a s,sveF4
mo, mine, murdererp T shouted,
with a voice of thunder and, snatching
the bag from his nerveless grasp, Il
dashed the light fromthe woman's hand
and fled back swiftly to the room where
the dead man lay. 81 afeo 1000 ts
Opening the window, / CROPPED
about with one hand for an ivy bongil,
ciinging somehow to the sill with the
ether, and at last manageable scramble
down, reaching the ground bruised,
shaken, breathless. As I rested a mo-
ment to get my breath, / heard from
the window above an awful cry sung
out III a woman :. VOICE
"'My boy, my boys my only sonP
/ clambered over the gate which lied
into the street. A Matchbox stood
close by in the square, and T hurriedly
told mysstory to the watchmans HE
stared in horrtr, as well he might, and
wanted to fetch his mate; but told him
we were moro than a match for those we
should find at the inn SO he came with
me.a "A Enlightened servant opened the
door to, us. and { led the way to the
room ! had just quilted, The watch
man bent down. and peered into the
dead mans face. TsssIa aofi. hre hssf 4
ssAh, he whispered, its as i fearedl
It's their VI son-they didn't know
he was home. and SO they mistook him
for you, sir. 1 ass gesf sft
felt myself turn queer and giddy,
for now ] knew the meaning of that
pitiful cry, my only sonr 1e.+ ssas,
3And What Of the murderers? They
had not so much as tried TO, escape, and
the door wasn't even barred against rs.
The woman lay moaning On the floor;
the man sat linddled nh iii d chair by
the Bed, When we entered, be held
ont his hands, to be mapacled, without
ntterflg a word. When told him how
ii happened that his son had fallen
victim instead Of me- lie just stared In
my ifac6 and made ne sign That he heard
the ghastls tale.
well, SIR that's about alLosu The
mother, poor soui, died raving mad, and
the man was hinged at Tyburn but not
another word did he epeak from first to
last, save once1andlt hat WAS when the
Judge passed sentence % hims Then
he raised his head, and, with p iook AZ
his ewes which + can never forget he
said saibsf1rf 1oi ype9a bAf skh1
{ An old old man, my lord-my on
" sonH m .att