The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-12-09
BURIED THE CRIME.
Chastity Discovery on the Ocean
House Road.
Body Of an Unknown Man Found in the Sand.
The Story Told Yesterday in the
Coroner's Office.

Shortly after o'clock yesterday after
noon one of the Coroner's deputies was
sitting wrapped In his meditations, with his
heels deicately poised upon the desk in
front of him. dreaming dreams of "all the
comforts Of home" bright, warm, glow
ing and cracking fire, slippers warmed by
loving wife awaiting his coming, the shades
drawn down, and the cosy slttlDg-room
buried in a soft, suffused tinted glow from
the cheerful piano stand lamp.
doors were every ow and then waited to
his nostrils from the cuisine. such odors as
ioretell dainty, well-cooked supper; odors
sweeter far than the zephyrs in legion mem
TONED as coming from Ceylon's enspiced
isle.
On the outside OF the building the wind
sported with the falling rain and anon
dashed it impetuously against the window
panes, making a w0ndr0us melody, that to
him in his dreamland trip sounded like the
ripping laughter OF merry children.
A HEAVY STEP ON THE STAIR.
heavy footstep strikes upon the stair.
pun ne notes II not.
1t approaches siowly-but surely-and
haltS before the door,
Still he notes it not.
The knob turns slowly and hestatingly-
| a face protrudes itself through the aper-
| ing their CHASTITY white, slowly scan the
| apartment and finally rest upon the Coro-
ner's clerk, hundred Iathoms deep" in
| his reverie.
The stranger pushes himself in uneasily,
while the dark, damp drops of moisture
| trickie from his hat and clothes unnoticed.
Are you the Coroner?
| The sounds of his uttera" ce como some
| what like gasps from his lalid lips.
The deputy hears the sound, drops his
wheels q MI
| says: mo, am not the Coroner, but | am
| his deputy. What can do for you?"
The fellow looked at him somewhat dubi-
| ousiy, and then apparently made up his
| mind 10 be rid Of the burden which was OPP
| pressing his mind and soul, and drew near.
A CHASTITY DISCOVERY.
He took seat, with his stsaming, damp
| hat in his hand and told the following
story OF CHASTITY. ghostiy discovery lie had
made that day:
~ gu see work for McAllister & a lien,
| rear estate men, you know, and to-day
| they sent ME out here to dig some post
holes In some of their property, on the old
! ocean House road, TO get ready to sell some
| hne, choice lots OF land But before going
| further, | want to tell you that | had a
| dream last Sunday night about digging post
! h0leS ana L dreamed while | WAS at work
| that dug into a buried treasure. There
was u large mass of yellow, bright, gleam-
! ing gold coin. plunged my arms Into the
| iAShCo UP TIC tuTutu IL over anu
over, fairly gioating in the wealth l had
! found.
| To-day while was digging those holes
| that dream came back to NE. why, can t say,
| and was digging into the sand with coed
| deal 0f energy when / struck some thing
| hard. My heart jumped right into my
mouth. | stopped for few minutes-the
| respiration came out in cold beads aud
| trchleu down my face.
SOME OBJECT THERE.
! when l had steadIed myself a little, l
| commenced to dig again. Sure enough
| there was some object there-it was covered
| with cloth. dug around it, or started to-
| when discovered that it seemed 10 have
a great length-how many feet | cannot
| say.
u then worked in the other direction and
| soon came to the end of tit WAS human
| loot. | sat down. completely unnerved, and
could do nothing hut stare at the horrible,
ghastly sight for some minutes; then |
buried it again and FASTENED back to town.
| "Oh, Yes, l will take you out there to-
morrow If it rains, for then | wont have any
work to do. My name! Yes, yes 1t is
David Mack, and l work at 624 Market
| street"
The human raven disappeared behind the
| door, the echo of his footsteps d avn the
stalrs.sOunded dismally aud the dank smell
| from The dark, damp dead-room below came