The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-05-28
THE IMULTANEoUs THOUGHT.
How Murder Is Done Under = HOmsntaFy
Morbid Impulse.
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How Murder Is Done Under = MOmentaPy
Morbid Impulse.
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aFancies!" she almost shrieked
Something occurred in my sight once
that has altered my entire life.
@TEere, now. l have no claim upon
your confidence, " he demonstrated.
But, my dear friend, must tel some
body. I've never told a human being,
though have described it to myself a
hundred thousand times. PerhapsI shall
be absolved from my long penance if do
but confide the secret to someone else.
Il warn you that l am wretched con
fessor.
You must not interrupt me, listen.
tell it you Just as l see it with my eyes
and hear it with my ears at this moment, "
Mootla began. Il am mere child. IL Is
warm summer day, and L am in car
penters shop, somewhere-for L never
knew the name of the place-hunting
blocks for toy houses among the shay
ings In the center of the room there
are two workmen, quite near each
other. They are intimate friends.
One is using a broadax. de Is
trimming down piece of timber, while
the other makes mortise holes in an end
of the same great log The younger man,
who WORKS with the mallet and chisel, is
pale and much exhausted. Laying down
his tools he slowly raises his arm above
his head as he drawls out:
You handle that ak so well, George
sYes2 murmurs the axman, in .
strangely interrogative tone, as the brighs
steel cleaves to the sides of the tough
beam. Now he stops chopping to glare
vacant" at the cold, gray metal; now he
resumes work more vigorously.
" 1t seems so keen, the younger says
And sure, the elder adds.
Iife's such bore, l wish you'd split
my head
Poor fellow; he's taken at his word.
A flash of light and a new crash put an
everlasting period to the dialogue / see
the axis blade buried in the skull of the
young apprentice, while its handle still
quivers in the elder workman's grasp.
My God! the look of horror on that
murderer's facet 1t fades away, and the
man fall in swoon upon the floor.
II hear the rush of feet Blanched
faces gather round in awful silence. am
terrible crime. Why don't somebody
speak?
"How hideous is silence
II see only one object in that room.
Not the bleeding corpse, but the man who
has done the murder. alone have heard
their conversation. l alone know how
the young man begged for death. / crawl
over 10 the prOSCraLe chopper OF WOOL
understand the case. / stoon down and
kiss his cold forehead. 1 forgive him
for know he only obliged friend They
tell me that he is also dead Strong men
strive to ear me from him, but beg to
stay. They deny me this. l scream:
He is my father
Is this true?" exclaimed Walter, ter.
ror-stricken at the realism of the tale.
"True," answered Mootla, sOlemnly;
but swear to you that man acted with
out moral intent. understand the psy-
chology of that crime now. 1t was the
correlation, the reciprocity of like thought
simultaneously present in two minds.
We are old of danger in conjunctiOns of
the stars. Of human ills that track the
wake Of an eclipse-what are they all,
compared to the impulse that makes an
innocent man a murderer"
There was long pause.
q It was all so horrible that I believe the
average death rate in the village in
creased, Mootla resumed. hearing anew
her own thoughts. There were two
suicides soon after and boy lover stran-
slsd his sweetheart