St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-09-25

paper, but there was no wall paper;
simply plastering. True, De Luca was
fieshy and bore marks of being
A Good Liver.
The post mortem revealed nothing.
All the organs revealed nothing. His
stomach contained evidences of the
wine. and the weather being warm pos
sibly the wine threw the blood to the
head, SO appoleXy was the only way out
OF it. The proprietor was thoroughly
alarmed.
No one who knew the room would
sleep in it-now. It had a bad name,
that was all. Finally, late one evening,
as the proprietor sat by his little stand,
two ill-fed, mangy-looking. ragged
tramps came along. One of them was
an Italian, and he begged a place to
sleep. Not wanting to turn a country
man away, the proprietor reluctantly
said:
"Yes, have vacant room; you can
use it if you want, but it has a bad
name. don't know what is the cause
of it. but everybody who sleeps in it
never wakes up.'
Nonsense" replied the italian, 81
am not afraid. haven't touched a bed
in two weeks, and / am not afraid of
ghosts"
His company was small, Iow-browed,
reStleSs-eyed looking fellow, who bore
all the marks of being
A Morphine Eater.
He was sallow, lean and cadaverous.
The pair were shown thei room, and the
Italian was soon in a sound slumber.
Not so his companion. The stories of
the deaths in the room had alarmed
him, and much as he needed sleep he
determined not to close his eyelids.
He undressed and lay down. but not
to sleep. He heard every noise along
cathedral bell, and of the policemen'S
clubs on the pavement. Toward 8
O'Clock he thought he saw a slight
culver in a corner of the ceiling of the
room Just over his head. He watched,
and sure enough, he was right. A huge
spider, all hairy, dark and black,
emerged from under broken piece of
plaStering and crawled down the wall.
He watched the fellow. and as he closely
looked was aStonished at its eXtraordin-
airy size. He had
Never Seen Such a Spider.
1t looked as big as a tea saucer. 1t
moved slow, then faster. Nowlt would
grab sleeping fly, and before he knew
it he BECAME so fascinated by the mo-
lions of the monster that he could not
take his eyes from it. With horror he
saw the ungainly creature draw near
the bed covering, then gradually crawl
upward, as if going to the face of his
sleeping partner.
cam dreaming9" he thought to him
self. "or have the horrors?'
Nearer to his partners face crawled
the monster. 1t poised upon the edge
of the quilt that lay upon his breast. 1t
opened gaping mouth armed with
long, sharp teeth. The hairs seemed to
tremble, The beady eyes looked wild
and gliStening. ParalyZed with fear. yet
hardly able to believe the evidences of
his senses, he rallied enough to deal the
Italian vigorous blow on the head.
He awoke cursing. Look out. there's
big spider after you'll" he shreked.
The Italian knew at once the danger,
and
Leaped From the Bed.
The spider ran quickly up the wall to
his hiding place.
GA tarantula," yelled the Italian
ITS bite is deadly" No time was lost
in opening the hole in the ceiling, where
the lair of the creature was discovered.
Here it had lain for months, and quietly
sneaked out and poisoned the occupants
of the fated room. When the two fell
lows arose in the morning and brought
to the gaze of the proprietor the dead
tarantula, he threw up his hands and
said: "Oh, here is the cause OF it." The
mystery was solved. The cause of the
deaths so mysterious was explained,
but they did not tell the coroner. 1t
was only whispered about among the
Italians of West Sixth street.