Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1891-01-08

which II drOuSeS exceeds DE Sucn
feeling created under ordinary circum-
stance and in paths of life where such
sights are not uncommon. The violent
contrast chills and paralyseS the senses
and for the moment we know not how
to act or what to do. We stand and
gaze in horror, as if struck dumb, until
the actual truth which has burst sud-
denly upon US is made clear and indis-
putable. when we begin to use our
reasoning powers, and look for cause.
Such an experience was that of Anton
Reyman on bright July morning, as
far back as 1875.
Anton was the foreman of the PoSada
| wine cellars Three years before he
had left his home on the Rhine, and
had come to tempt fortune in the land
/ of the setting sun For months he had
| wandered around earning what little he
could, doing odd jobs in various large
| towns of Middle California, but poor
success, or rather entire lack of success,
at last made him so disguised with city
life that he turned his back upon bricks
/ and mortar and set his face and feet to-
ward the free, fresh country.
In his old home he had learned
| enough to make him very useful hand
/ in a vineyard or a wine cellar, and after
! wearying in his useless efforts to reap a
! fortune from the side walks of San Fran
! cisco, he had found his way to the beauti-
! full and fertile Sonoma valley. His advent
! here was as devoid of good results as his
roaming through San Francisco had
been until he finally had the good fort
! une TO meet friend in the person of
wi in n y
! who had need at that time o. such a
! man as Anton
! From that day unit. the one in the
! early morning of which we find him
! vending his way TO work he had given
/ his master faithful service and had been
| rewarded accordingly.
Anton was in gay mood this morn
| ing. He had breakfasted well and had
| kissed his young wife and year-old babe
| when he parted from them with such
| bright smiles as he had not worn for
| many day. His thoughts were tinged
| with gayest hues, and as he walked
| along he sang Justify an old German
! hunting song in manner which would
| have done credit to a Saxon jaeger
Meister.
Anton had been born in the midst OF
beautiful rural scenery, but nature had
not lost its charm for him. He was
| never weary of gazing admiringly at the
| beautiful landscape which lay stretched
! before him. For him the brown, vine
| clad hill possessed a never-failing, ir-
| resistible charm and he loved to revel
/ in the grandeur of the sight while he
| compared it with the enchanting coun-
! try he had left beyond the sea. In this
| manner was he engaged when he casu-
! ally withdrew his glance from the hills
/ and vineyards and cast it on the ground.
! As he did so he halted suddenly and
| stopped to make certain that it was a
| thick line of blood which he had beheld
in the dust of the road. No. he had not
mistaken. Blood indeed it was-but
| what could it mean? Blood was one OF
the last things he would be apt to as,
| sociate with his surroundings here, and
curiosity was now rampant in his mind.
He followed the trail few feet and
| found that it turned towards the vines.
A few steps further and he saw the body
of a large, fnely-formed man, lying fiat
on his back. In almost a single bound
he was beside it, and then with al
! ejaculation which none but German
throats can possibly utter, he threw VI
! his arms with mixed feelings of horror