The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1890-02-21
"THE SEA GIVES Up IT'S DEAD"

however, and 1 a shocked and star
tied to learn that the lady had died
during the storm, supposedly from
heart disease, aggravated by sea sick.
ness, and her body had been consigned
to the watery deep. The funeral had
been hurried, in compliance with the
demands of superstitious sailors, who
in some way learned of Mrs. 1racy's
death, and insisted that q corpse on
board would sink the ship.
OF course the explanation of the
lady's sudden death seemed reasonable
enough to everybody except myself.
Grave suspicious haunted me that the
poor. sad-faced little wife had been
foully murdered, without a hand hay.
ing been raised either to help OF
avenge her.
But I kept my own counsel, for if a
crime had been committed all evi.
dences of it had been swallowed up
by the sea, and bringing the guilt
home would be a hopeless undertaking.
So I tried to dismiss the affair from
my mind; but at night, in my state.
room, a pair of soft, dark eyes seemed
to haunt me, pleading for help. I had
10 opportunity to see the widower, fol
he remained constantly alone in his
state-room, evidently in too deep Attic
ton to come among us.
We arrived in New York two weeks
behind time, and I found a great deal
of business waiting for me at the Blu.
reau. Ny attention was occupied by q
hundred new cases, still I was often
haunted by Mrs. Tracy's sad eyes, End
the old suspicious would arise as to the
causes that led to her mysterious death
at sea.
This was a case in which I had men,
tally volunteered my services, vet SC
far could see mo thoroughfare" tc
the end desired. And now, strangely
enough, I frequently encountered Mr..
Tracy, the widower, in my wander.
ings, and 1 occasionally devoted some
of my leisure time to shadowing him,
SC that I became pretty we'll acquaint.
ed with his mode of life, which was moi
at all that of. a sorrow-stricken man;
it was, in fact, a decidedly gay career
in which he was indulging.
Time rolledon, until it was nearly a
year since my returnfrom Europe, and
with all my experience not a ghost oil
aplan for bringing the gay widower to
Justice had one presented itself to my
mind. In this emergency / one even.
ing conided the story to my sister
Rose, whose quick intuition had often
thrown light upon some Obscure point
in cases / was studying.
She was interested at once, and after
little reflection said:
aIf you will contrive some way to
bring that man here Q few times in q
social way, I think I will find out some
plan to force q full confession from
him.
I smiled q little doubtfully at this,
"a T answered: II hope you will, sis.
ter mine, yet remember, We have not
q particle of evidence against him.
Even the ship's surgeon was i'll ct the
time Of Mrs. Tracy's death and una
BILE to attend her"
Eyes. ]. know all that" answered
Rose, shut you bring him here and !
think We will force . full confession
from him before many weeks roll by
The result Of this conversation was
that Mr.. Tracy soon became quite Z
frequent guest st our little home, yet
nothing Of an. interest occurred. he
was genial, polite. and apparently very
frank, without . care upon his mind.
!, CONFESS that I almost grew to like
th4 man, and began to be ashamed Of
my suspicious. fremarked something
likS{ this to my sister oneday, and then
bsGgsdh her 70 til No What wss hst
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