Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-10-09

d her.
In her terror she uttered piercing |
hriek, which rang out like q clarion.
Instantly there was rush OF feet,
md in the twinkling of an eye Boy
len sprawled upon the sidewalk from
powerful blow administered by Lawyer
Edgar.
Foaming with wrath, he gained his
feet and faced the gentleman.
"You shall answer for this INSULT"
he Kissed.
"Not until you have answered me,
Mr.. Max Boyden,' put in astute Mr..
Bancker.
eHow dare you speak to me? What
have you to say?" painted Boyden, turn
ing upon the detective.
Simply that / arrest yotl for com.
plicity in the murder of Mr.. Orrin Cliff.
ford, and for the actual murder of Mich.
olas Garlandl'
Despite her repugnance of the duty
before her, half an hour later little
Oracle entered carriage, in company
with the lawyer and the detective, and
was driven rapidly away in the direc,
ton of Bellevue Hospital, on the edge
of the river, within whose shadow
stands that temporary reiiting- place of
the unknown and unclaimed dead.
Naturally. the report of the mvsteri.
Gus murder up in Harlem had got into
the papers, and had bee1l duly aired
Consequently the melancholy room was
thronged with idle and curious sensa-
ton seekers. Among these came Mr..
Max Boyden, attired in the deepest
black, to look upon the g1ewsome, hid
eous face of the dead.
Though he knew full well what he
had to expect, he shrank back with
shudder of horror, as his eyes rested
upon the distorted features, upturned
to the garish light of the noontide sun.
Seeing an attendant, he beckoned
him aside, and said, assuming look OF
pain:
IL can't bear to have him lie there
any longer. Let me have him re.
moved.
"Who are you?" demanded the man,
eying him suspiciously.
"a friend of the deceased"
"Have you got a permit?"
"No. Is it necessary"
"Of course it is"
Casting about desperately in his
mind for the means Of effecting his OBJ
ject, Boyden produced twenty dollar
bill, and attempted to thrust it into the
attendants hand.
Here" he whispered, stake this and
give me his clothes. There are some
letters from-from his wife in his
pocket, which she wouldn't care to
have examined"
Somehow or other, the bill huttered
down to the floor unnoticed, and the
man smiled smile which was not ex-
actly pleasant for Mr.. Bpyden to see.
"Send his wife round here, and I'll
give her her husband and all that be-
longs to him. We don't want any part
of him, you know"
And turning upon his heel, he left
the gentleman to digest his chagrin as
best he could. He was not long left to
his own thoughts, for soon after raising
his eyes he saw the group of bystand-
ers part, to admit Oracle and her com
panions to the side of the dead man.
With violent start, he skulked to the
edge of the crowd and strained his ears
to listen.
He heard Detective Bancker ask:
do you recognize this man."
"Yes," came Gracie's voice, in
shuddering whisper
"Who is it?"
Nicholas Garland"
THANK you; you may stand aside, if
you wish, while we examine the cloth
ing"
The circle parted again, and little
Oracle staggered out, pale and sickened
at the sight she had seen.
In trice Boyden was at her side,
his hand upon her arm.
"Gracie!" he breathed; mot word
On your life, not word! Step aside
here; have something to tell you of
vital Notwithstanding which af-
fects your life and the life Of the man
you love-"
She was faint and nearly overcome
with conflicting emotions, and she
looked at him hardly comprehending
what he said, scarcely realizing that it
was he.
Still keeping fast hold upon her arm,
he drew her gently with him toward
the door, whispering:
Soiilc, cOule! l. VIII keep you Dut
moment; but no one must hear what
have to say. Gomez"
And she, as though under a spell,
followed him mechanically, and not an
eye noted them as the door closed be-
hind their vanishing forms.
Passing on, he knew not just with
or, and cared not SO long as his victim
accompanied him, Boyden swerved
aside from the usual avenue of en-
trance, and, trusting to luck, he thrust
open door upon his right hand.
There was here a little, dim, chilly
inner court, walled in by the walls of
the surrounding buildings; useless
spot where boxes were stored away,
where the wind howled dismally in the
winter, and where the patter of the
rain echoed mournfully in inclement
weather.
Across, on the other side, disused
gate hung open, affording entrance to
a lawn of sunlight, and granting a
glimpse of the street beyond.
Having reached this forbidding-look-
ing retreat, Oracle came to her senses
and paused.