Evening journal., 1891-08-27


The golden hair remained. the large eyes
were there, but tho look OF dunb wrstched
ness, OF suppressed terror that glowed in
them made me shndder and forbade ths
question what might be the cause Mex
moment the block was relieved, the car.
riage rolled away and l pursued my own
affairs.
II almost wish had Hot began tfsis tala,
for the end is painfully cd h was, il
remember rightly, two or thpea weeks lateI
that | was returning one fine moonlight
night from Staten Island with boatload
of passengers, /, as usual riding at the
stern. We had just made our South Ferry
moorings, and the usual rush had only
begun at the other end of the boat, when a
voice cried out, Look there it's a woman.
Turning back with the rest looked down
into the water, and there, bobbing about
on the chopl@ waves, with her poor dead
face toward the moon. saw her again.
She was not so much changed this time
knew her at once, but probably would not
have done so but for that glimpse had OF
her in the CARRIAGE
Killed herself, suppose" said one lis
tener.
did you ever ind out who she vast" in
quired another.
It's, 4 Nlu.
He who had FIRST asked for the story
seemed too impressed to offer a remark
II felt It personal duty to follow the
body to the morgue There / found she
was being described as belonging to the
poorer class, and small wonder, for she
was dressed in rags Then | told what ]
knew and advised that she should he men.
toned as Of good family though disguised
in nlpfhfpy INKS fs.k 4
her Identification. Her parents and broth.
er came, though they supposed her visiting
friends in the west The family were very
grateful to me and volunteered a little OF
her history. It was the common one.
During their absence she had become &C.
quainted with blackguard who robbed
her Of money, jewels and her honor He
persuaded her to conceal his name and
identity ard, worse luck she loved him
and was faithful to him to the end, though
how much he had to do with her death
is uncertain.
"Ihere were two things at the inquest
that struck me as strange. First, the
doctors could not be positive that she died
by drowning Second, Teddy Iannan
boatman, identified the body as that of one
Of a couple who had hired a boat for o
row, but had never returned. His boat
was picked up, capsized, two days after the
inquest. He did not think it strange that
woman in rags should be going for 3
pleasure row, and then said he did not no.
tiee she was in rags. He could not describe
her companion, but it was a man. II was
not for business to be too inquisitiye. II
was not till inquiries were made of him b,
the police that he mentioned the subject al
all, even the loss OF his boat"
tits queer tale" observed the frieno
at the table; but you ought to he de.
tective with your talent" And there was
a slur mingled in the compliment.
I'D turn one tonight if thought eould
find that scoundrel"
"Why, they were undoubtedly drowned
together should say, committed sui
eide"
Il don't believe they did," returned tn,
actor, absorbed in his thoughts.
And even il you had found your man
alive, you say, there was never a title OF
evidence TO connect him with the girls
DEATH
"Never a scrap, never a clew-till-tlll-
now" and the speaker brought his fist
down with a crash on the table as he al.
lowed his chair to recover its normal posi-
ton.
W nat Is lIf aSkeu several IN n DreilNn.
The actors expressive eyebrows wer,
drawn down into fierce frown as he
glared at the man opposite him. After
moments pause he spoke, but he wal
struggling with intense excitement.
81 passed a man on the Brooklyn bridg,
the night met you who motioned his pip,
toward me in a significant manner, which
might well have been an invitation to me
to ask for a light Your signal / can
swear that man was Teddy Lannan, the
boatman. Your appointment was with
him a few days before the girls death
And now l know you for her escort that
day on Broadway when first saw her fac'
and yours"
Murmurs of "shamen-''arrest him.
"get an officer" were heard on all sides
you're a fool, was the savage answer
but he had turned deathly pale.
II have a very good memory for faces
sir" cried the actor, land ! don't believ
in chance. Stay where you are. "-Richar'
/ Ganthony in Home journal.