Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-06-15

waters. l know q pretty woman when see
one. and the plump little figure on the
old rotting wharf met with my full ap-
probation. 1 sheltered myself behind
stranded rowboat on the shore,
and gazed at the absorbed lovers.
Unfortunately I was not near enough
to hear the conversation, and deter
mined to improve my position. As have
said, the tide was out, out almost to the end
of the wharf, and by walking in the soft
sand could easily get under the wharf, just
below the position they occupied above.
| The mans back was turned to me. and the
woman was standing sideways talking to
him. L could make the journey entirely
| outside the line of vision. Before doing so,
however, instinctively gazed toward the
hotel opposite, and was rewarded by seeing
another very pretty figure standing on the
veranda. The newcomer had black hair
and a rich brown skin. and altogether sug-
| gested one of the languid yet passionate
senoritas of sunny Spain, according to the
| pictures have seen. She wore no hat, and
she was looking toward the wharf, shading
her eyes with her hand. So far as 1 could
see this dreamy lady wore no jewels, and no
ornaments except spray of goldenrod
fastened to the bosom of her dress under her
throat. A pretty figure to be alone; and a
curious occupation staring down at the un-
q
and disappeared around an angle of
the veranda. I knew she must re-
appear to enter the house, and so I
waited; why 1 cannot explain. My pa
thence was not tested for long; in a lew
minutes she reappeared, ard without glanc-
ing toward the wharf, entered the house.
| NY professional eve detected one little
change in her attire. During her absence
she had cast away the spray OF golden rod,
and a bunch of the wild white aster now
nestled in the bodice of her dress. L OBJ
served without pondering; but later 1 had
| reason to remember this little tri1e. When
the young lady disappeared in the hotel 1
determined to play the part of spy to the
lovers on the wharf, and without the slight
| est difficulty reached the spot under the
wharf. plainly heard their conversation
above me. This is what heard, true to the
very letter;
"You are always impetuous, Otto. How
often have 1 told you that you have no rea-
son to be jealous Of poor Mr.. Durand. do
not love him, and never did love him."
"Yet you defend him?" this surlily.
defend him against the charge of muir
der? Why should not? do not believe
he is capable of committing crime"
"Yet the woman was in his way"
"If 1 were in your way would you kill
me, you wretched Otto?"
81 would kill anybody who stood between
you and my love, and hate Cyril because
fear he stands between me and nv love. 1
think have fire instead Of blood in my
veins"
81 suppose you do love me, Otto; but Just
the same you kept me waiting and waiting
for you last night, and, loving me, you re-
fuse to tell me where you were."
81 have told you that went to the city in
the afternoon and missed the last train back.
1 remained in the city all night"
1t was pity the young lady did not know
as much as the good doctor, who had met
the lover at late hour on the night before.
The good Otto was not beneath telling a
falsehood to his ladyIove.
''In the city; that is absurd. I saw Won
in the afternoon, and you said nothing about
leaving Eglantine Hill. Perhaps like this
poor Durand, you have a mania for meeting
young women in the open air; perhaps you
have killed somebody alsoI'
"BerthaP'
She spoke lightly; but the one word b.
spoke was tremulous with nervousness or
excitement. would have given good deal
to have caught glimpse of his face
''You goose! 1 was only joking. But if
you keep secrets from me, 1 have right to
be suspicious"
eff l were the false friend YOU take me
IOr l. hOulu eagerly clldIc INV secret with
you. Ii I were not convinced YOU loved
me 1 should howl out my secret from the
housetops. As it is am half mad between
fear and jealousy. Ii I were not afraid of
losing you would run away until the ex-
citement blew over. The idiotic detectives
will soon be hereI'' -....
"Good, my friend! You are compliment
ary!"
"And why should they not come? I am
not hard-hearted woman; but would help
to hunt down the wicked wretch who mur.
dered the poor woman"
eff you will take nv advice, Bertha. Won
will persuade your mother to return to the
city as soon as possible. The season is over
here, and most of the people have gone"
"And then, Otto, you are tired Of meeting
me, of always seeing ME. An QUITO. the.
way little country place is wearisome place
for man."
81 love YOU, darlingr
"Be careful, Otto; the wharfnger is COM
ing this wayP'
This was the prosaic ending of what
promised to be very pretty little love
scene.
"I will wait for you in the summer house.
this afternoon, Bertha"
"If 1 can escape / will meet you, only /
hope you will be little more agreeable than
you were this morning. But look, sir. Won
are fishing in the mud; you are ridiculous"
Let me walk with you to the hotel?'
81 wenty steps? No, thank you; am safe
enough alone for that distance"
Peeping out IRON under my hiding place.
l saw the young lady walking in the direc.
tion OF the hotel into which she finally dis
appeared. A few minutes later the gloomy
faced Otto lounged by, going in the onno-
site direction. When he had disappeared T
emerged from my hiding place, ascended IN
the roadway and walked on the wharf
which mAb was sweeping, The word
"vharfnger" was on his blue can. an |
preached him and wished him good morn.
ing He responded in an amiabIe manner.
"You had nice little sensation here last |
night" 1 said.
''It was terrible, and terrible night to do |
the murder in."
''They dragged the body pretty close to |
your door. Pitched it overheard from the |
head OF the wharf"
"At what timer"
Somewhere between and g."
ST was not at home at that hour"
$50 you neither heard nor saw anythinp?" |
Nothing"
"was it known that you would not be at
homer"
Chow can I.ssy?"
"Did nobody speak to you on the subject |