Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-02-27

tary shiver with apprehension. Even
his companion shruJk from his calculat-
ing brutality. The Secretary had read in
the Boston evening penny paper details
of the plots which p7ecede great crimes,
but she had never expected to participate
In prelude to such social enormities.
''Must he diei" The feminine voice
trembled in the darkness.
The Secretary shuddered.
''No help for it; l don't see any help
for it, said the man, csllously. The
only question is how to do it."
"Make it an easy death then, won't
your"
"Ay, ay. a sudden and subtle. :"
The Secretary pricked up her ears
anew. She recognized the classic quo
tation, and marvelled that such m onsters
should be so highly cultured.
''He might be smothered with q very
soft pillow" suggested the female &C
complete.
Yes; or I might get a powder from
the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals" sneered the man That
the trouble with plotting with woman.
Their hearts are made of jelly. think
I'll cut his throat and throw him in
the reservoir" He shot out the words
with savagery peculiar to his sex.
"Poor fellowl I 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 Gomez Where was
that subordinate the employe who an
nounces the trains-of whom the Secre-
tary characteristically thought as the
''colored annunciator"?
The first gas-ight now sprang from
the remote end Of the long room. a
motherly woman moved her seat under
it, and unconcernedly began to darn her
carrying his ladder to the next jet, care
fully 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 80 that it seems
exactly like an accident. The police
must be thrown completely off track. u
Thus the man unused upon his villanous
problem.
"I'n help you all can; I'll do my
share. Had you thought of electricityG''
"Ah, just the thing!" Then, after
an ominous pause, s'Didn't you mention
the fact that he had burglar-proof mat
before his bedroom door"
'sOf course he has. I put it there.
Can you make any use of thats"
The voice sounded so sweet, the sug-
gestion so murderous, that the Secretary
was appalled, at the depth of this psyche,
logical anomaly.
81 have it. I'll connect it with dead
wire. 1t is the most popular way Of
dying just now. The electric companies
will have to pay the damages"
care you sure it won't hurt7" CRIED
the woman, anxiously.
"Hell never know what struck him.
'"Excellent!" The accomplice clapped
her gloved hands softly.
"By this hour tomorrow night he will
be no more"
With this melodramatic and baleful as.
sertion the assassin buttoned up his over
coat, rose to his feet, and stamped them
with determination.
Flash, flash, flash! hiss! ah! The
lights leaped along the waiting room,
and chased the darkness as it had been q
malefactor. Tae colored man, preceded
by his ladder, now came into the ante
room in a matterof-fact way that seemed
to the Secretary forced and incredible
The room blazed. In the moral inf1u
ence of light, the man and woman sepa
rated instinctively. The Secretary looked
at them fercely. All she saw to aid
Identification was a blue barege veil
closely drawn, and a black sombrerC
dipped to ragged beard.
Before the Secretary could make VI
her mind what to do or how to do it, the
couple, with the boldness of habitual
crime, had walked through the ladies
waiting room and had disappeared.
"Oh, what shall I do2' cried the Sec
| rotary, kelplessly. She knew how to
educate remote Cherokees, she had taken
high honors in the Browning Club, but
before the commonplace crime of he
native city her highly attenuated mind
dropped.
"Are you i'll, madam" inquired the Gan
, nunciator, " with a lordly, patronizing
attentive, and courteous sidewise motion
of his head.
''stcp those two persons! They arr
murderers. I don't know what to DE-
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