Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1891-02-11

III ITO NOlIC.
Out" pleaded the woman.
''No; it has got to be DONE"
He pulled his sombrero lower over his
eyes, and raped the floor viciously
with his cane. The Secretary sank back
with sigh of horror. Instinctively she
felt tor her Browning, but her good
sense told her that this situation was
beyond the reach even of that great
man. 1t occurred to her to make her
presence known to the suspicious pair.
1t occurred TO her to get up and le: We
the room. of | could only attract the
attention of the colored annunciator,"
thought the Secretary. He seems to
have a very practical mind. Perha s
he can tell me what to do with this
case"
The Secretary was accustomed to
classify humanity altogether by Ceases"
But the missionary in her kept silence.
She listened, and felt it her duty to give
almost as much attention to these
wicked Bostonians as if they had been
Cherokees.
cit has got to be DONE" repeated the
man in the corner, with an imperative
accent on the last word.
"When?" asked the woman, help
lessly.
''To-morrow night" The words
came back in ourdling whisp-r.
"Where ?''
''Leave the place to me-"
"How?i
81 don't know. All | know is that it
must be the greatest mystery of the
day" The man pulled his hat an inch
lower, and made the Secretary SILVER
with appre her sion. Even his COM
panion shrank from his calculating
hrr1t hcH in
the Boston evening penny paper details
of the plots which precede great crimes,
but she had never expected to partici-
pate in prelude to such social enormi-
ties.
"Must he die ?'' The feminine voice
trembledin the darkness.
The Secretary ehuddered.
"No help for it; don't see any help
for it," said the man callously "The
only question is, how to do it"
make it an easy death, then, won't
you"
cay, av. "A sudden and a subtle"
The Secretary pricked up her ears
anew. She recognized the classic quo
tatlon, and marvelled that such monsters
should be so highly cultured.
''He might be smothered with very
soft sofa pillow" suggested the female
accomplice.
eyes; or I might get powder from
the Society for the Prevention OF Cruelty
TO Animals, sneered the man. Chats
the trouble with plotting with a woman.
Their hearts are made ofjelly. think
I'll cut his throat, and throw him in the
reservoir" He shot out the words
with savagery peculiar to his sex.
Poor fellow. | had taken such a
fancy to him."
The folding doors leading to the larger
ladies' room were hooked back, and the
Secretary stared in there, gasping. Her
spotted lace veil chung to her damp fore
head. When would the gas be lighted
Why did nobody come? Where was
that subordinate of whom the Secretary
Enthusiastically thought as the "col-
ored annunciator?
The first gaslight now sprang from
the remote end of the long room. A
motherly woman moved her seat under
it, and unconcernedly began to darn
her husbands stockings. The colored
man, carrying his ladder to the next
jet, carefully picked his way among
some children playing with paper dolls
on the station floor. The Secretary
sighed with relief. Surely, she thought,
the Internal plot must yield before
such sacred domestic Influences.
sit must be done so that it seems ex-
actlv like an accident. The police must
be thrown completely off the track"
Thus the man unused upon his villain
Gus problem.
"I'll help you all I can: I'll do my
share. Had you thought of electrici-
ty ?"
"Ah, just the thing :" Then, after an
ominous pause, Didn't you mention
the fact that he had a burglar-proof
mat before his bedroom door ?"
'Of course he has. l put it there
Can you make any use of that?"
The voice sounded SO sweet, the sug-
gestion so murderous, that the Secre-
tary was appalled, at the depth of this
psychological anomaly.
81 have it. I'll connect it with dead
wire. 1t is the most popular way of dy-
ing just now. The electric companies
will have to pay the damages"
care you sure it won't hurt?" cried
the woman, anxiously.
Hell never know what struck him."
''Excellentr' The accomplice
cIapped her gloved hands softly.
s'Bv this hour tomorrow night he will
be no more"
With this melodramatic and baleful
assertion the assassin buttoned up his
overcoat, rose to his feet, and stamped
them with determination.
Flash, flash, flash hiss ali! The
light leaped along the waiting-room,
and chased the darkness as it had been
maletactor. The colored man, pre-
coded by his ladder, now ca ne into the
ante-room in matter-of-fact way that
seemed to the Secretary forced and in
credible. The room blazed. In the
moral influence of light, the man and
woman separated instinctlvely The
Secretary looked at them fercely. All
she saw to aid Identification was a blue
barege veil closely drawn, and black
sombrero dipped in ragged beard.
Before the Secretary could make up
her mind what to do or how to do 1t, the
couple, with the boldness of habitual
crime, had walked through the ladies'
waiting-room and had disappeared.
ooh, what shall L do?" cried the Sec
rotary, helplessly. She knew how to
educate remote Cherokees, she had
taken high honors in the Browning
Club, but before the commonplace
crime of her native city her highly at
tenuated mind dropped.
care you Ill, MADAME" inquired the
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