Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1891-09-26

They tremendously conducted me to M
room aud there wished me good night.
even remember little Lizzie having falle,
asleep in her fathers arms. kissed he
little cheek, paled by sleep, and her dimple,
little arms.
Left alone, began to undress slowl,
and wander about the room, as one Away
does when one sleeps In strange place.
felt az If ! should smother in the close at
mosphere Of the room. Before getting int
bed wanted to inhale little OF the out
side air, and in spite OF the roaring Of tn,
storm ] tried to open the window. 1t wa,
false one
"weli. well" exclaimed. little sur
prised.
/ Thought would remove the Gimme,
screen; II was false chimney. l rushed
TO the door-it was locked Fear seized
me, and holding my breath listened The
/ house was quiet; all seemed To be asleep
1 Then ! inspected the room carefully,
straining my ears for the least sound On
the floor, near the bed, / noticed spots;
they were blood-dried and blackened
blood / shuddered, and cold sweat stood
out on my forehead.
Blood Why should there be blood therei
And | SAW that whole sea of blood must
have been spilled there, for great space
around the hard wooden floor had been
freshly scrubbed and scraped Under the
bed had seen man stretched out. mo
tionless as an overturned statue. With
trembling hands ! touched the man. He
did not move. With trembling hands /
seized the man by the feet and drew him
forth-he was dead. His neck had been
cleanly cut, as with one stroke OF the razor.
and the head held to the trunk only by
slender ligament.
thought ! should go mad. But some.
thing must be done-the assassin might
come at any moment. | raised the body
20 place i on the bed made false step
and the head turned over, swung to and
fro for moment like a pendulum, and
then, detached from the trunk, fell on the
floor with duh sound.
With great difficulty introduced the de.
capltated trunk between the sheets /
picked up the head and placed it on the
pillow like that Of sleeping man, and
having blown out the candle, / slipped un.
der the bed
| did all this mechanically. without
thought Of defense or safety. Ii was in.
stinct that prompted me. not intelligence
or reelection. My teeth chartered nv
hands were wet with thick moisture.
felt as If had gone TO bed in a charnel
house.
remained there ia that awful fear for
minutes, hours, months, years, centuries
do not know how long. lost all idea of
time aud place. All was silent. From
without the noise OF the storm and the
whistling Of the wind came to me softened |
and sad, like means.
j could picture to myself the assassin
who was coming-who was there perhaps.
In that state Of horror / could see only lit |
tie Lizzie, fair, rosy aud frank, with her
doll and her great hat could see her
sleeping in her fathers arms. Now and
then she lightly raised her eyelids and dis.
closed her eyes, which seemed to me to be
bold, implacable, cruel, murderous.
The door opened, but as softly as the
scratching Of mouse. bit my lips till
the blood came to keep from crying out.
Now man stepped in with gliding
tread, with infinite precautions to avoid
touching the furniture. It seemed to me
as If ! could see the cruel, clutching fingers
gliding over my clothes, searching my
pockets. Then the steps came nearer
seemed to Craze me. | felt that the man
was bending over the bed; that he struck
one fierce blow. Then | knew nothing
more
When / recovered consciousness the room
had become silent again. But fright held |
me nailed 10 the spot. Atlength decided 1
TO escape-with what caution you may i'm.
agine. On tiptoe gained the door, which i
had not been closed. Not a sound, not a
breath. Feeling my way passed into the
ball waited 70 see a head thrust sud
denly from out the shadows, knife CLEAN
10 the dark. But no; the brute, glutted
with crime, slept without remorse. l de-
scended the stairs, drew the bolt of the
door, and half fainting, with the blood
frozen in my veins, l fell into the gutter OF
the deserted street.
DR.. Bertram has listened 70 my recital
with the deepest interest
And there l found you, Mr.. Furniss-
and in what a stated Could you recognize
the housew
Yes" l replied; but to what ends"
We'll, let me cure you, and then we will |
60 together TO the house Of these assas-
sins"
Eight days later the doctor and stood in
Lower Abbey street. l recognized the ter
rible house. All the blinds were drawn.
In front Of the door placard Yves placed,
bearing the words, "To let"
inquired of the former residents from
a neighbor
'They have been gone month and \
more she replied. ITS great pity, for
they were very nice people Brooklyn
Citizen.