Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1889-09-14

tho first visitor to the uttlo ms aAk~o
furnished - their New York homo VA
Paul Harley. His visits had been 10
peated until the intimacy between hum
and his sisters friend had gradually
been replaced BY warmer feeling, wmcn
needed not . word or even look. on
either side to expand into an avowed
affection.
The thoughts of Nell and the loss OF o
seal ring served to keep his mind busy
until IL o'clock, When he returned home
and went to bed. He was awakened in
what seemed to him q few mon ents, un-
til his eyes were fairly opened and he
saw daylight was paling the yellow rays
of his still burning students lamp, by
his uncle's old servant and factorum
Isaac, who shook him violently by the
shoulder, crying:
SECT up, Mr.. Paul, get up! and come
down stairs. Something drefhe's hap
pened to master!"
The old mans evident agitation, as
much as the import of his cry reused
Paul into instant action, and he ran
down stairs ahead of the butler with an
acute feeling of apprehension which
made him catch his breath as though he
had stepped into an ice cold bath. Isaac
followed, wringing his hands in a help
less way, while the tears coursed down
his furrowed cheeks. The room into
which he followed his young master was
that on the second floor from whose key
hole Paul had noticed the ray of light
streaming when he went to bed, not half
a dozen hours before. The room was
devoted to Mr.. Warren's experiments,
and was Uttered with q heterogeneous
mass ofmaterial which Paul used uncer-
enormously to refer to as ''junk." Ma
chimes in every stage Of con.
struction, rusty cog wheels and
scraps of iron, retorts, spirit
lamps, galvanic batteries and so
forth, were piled up in every nook and
corner, while on blackened pine work
table in the centre, directly under the
hanging chandelier, every jet of which
was lighted, stood an odd-looking
machine, the glass jars standing near
showing it to be some sort of an electrical
on which the occupant of the
room had evidently been lately at work.
In front of it, on the floor, lying in q
huddled heap as though he had been
and had suddenly fallen for
ward, was what had once been Austin
Warren, his head, with its snow white
hair, stiffened and clotted with darken-
ing blood, lying on one doubled-up arm,
while the other, the fist clenched, was
outward to its full extent. As
he looked down and saw this, the gasp
ing sensation which had attacked Paul
when he was awakened returned, for he
took full measure of the horror of the
situation in an instant. There was no
need for him to ask a question or touch
the body at his feet, for he knew, as
though by intuition, that the man that
had been more than father to him and
whom he loved as few fathers are loved,
had been done to death. Yet, so curious
o thing in its workings is that mass of
gray and white matter we call brain,
he found himself recalling figure in a
group he had once seen in some ''cham-
Der of horrors" exhibition, which, with
it's blood bedabblei white hair resem-
bled the one before him, and curiously
thought how excellently the modeler of
gruesome work. Motionless and speech
less he stood there, still with that odd
in drawing his breath until he
was reused by voice, which was not
Isaac's, saying gruff1y, ga bad job,
sorr |" and looking up, he saw in the
room the same gray-coated Park police
man whose measured tread had struck
his ear as he stood on the stoop the
night before, which now seemed CEN
fury rather than few hours ago.
"What does it meant" he asked the
an embodiment of authority and know
ledge.
''It's this way, sorr," said the man
in his odd New York accent: "About
twilve o'clock last noight I see q young
man (Which, asking yer pardon, I don't
doubt it wor yersilD who KEN up to de
dure here and let hissilf in wild q latch
key. Half an hour later I wor passin'
the house agin, when I heard loud voices.
which seemed to come from this very
room troo de open windy. I shtopped,
fur thought it seemed shtrange, Well,
sorr, heard de old gentleman say Il
AuoW Ills VOICE., luz IL 3 mauy lilo paiA-
verin' we've had together), 1 heard him
ssy, sAfther I've clothed and fid ye fur
twinty years, ye ungrateful scoundrel, or
somethin' loike that, fur I disremember
de exact words. Den I heard fall an
a cry, and med up me moind there
was somethin' wrong. So I just waited
aroun' till Daylight KEN, an I see de
Guild man here" (pointing to poor old
Isaac, who stood the picture of misery,
shaking his head from side to side)
"come down an open de shutters. Then
I axed him if there was anything wrong,
an he TUX me up here, an we opened
the dure, an shure we see this, and he
pointed to the body, and kneeling down,
began to straighten out the poor, twist
ed limbs, As he opened the clenched
hand he started slightly, and Paul, in o
sort of way, asked, "Has he
been murdered do you thinki" ''Shure
I know he has, an the man that this fits
done the deed, and, still kneeling he
held up Paul 8 ring for inspection. Paul
took step forward, but needed no close