The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1892-02-26

deceased gentleman's name was Ann
brose Arlington; that he was apparA
emily about thirty-five years of age
certainly not older; that she believed
he followed no profession, but lived on
his means; that he spent most of his
time in his room, only going abroad as
she supposed to his meals or for walk;
that he rarely received letters and never
by any chance a visitor; that he was
domiciled in the house when she took
possession of it, and consequently had
given her no references; that he had
retired in his usual health on the pre-
vious evening; and that she had heard
no more of him until she was sum
moned by her servant to find him in
dying condition; that she had at once
sent for physician; that she had never
had protracted conversation with him
till a week ago, when he announced to
her that he expected his young sister
from England, and desired to know if
she could accommodate him with an
other room for the young lady and her
attendant, which she had gladly con-
sented to do; that she presumed from
this that he was an Englishman, though
there was nothing in his accent or man
ner to afford reason for drawing such a
conclusion; that Mr.. Arlington had told
her that his sister would come by the
Northern Star, which was expected to
arrive on Tuesday next; and that she
had ordered the room where the body
lay to be undisturbed until the arrival
of the proper officials; and that it had
remained in that condition until the
photographer the coroner had sent
came to take the portrait of the dead
gentleman.
At this point in her evidence there
was much interest manifested by the
coroner, who Indignantly denied having
sent anyone for any such purpose, and
who was egged on to ask a multiplicity
of questions by little sharp-featured
man who sat at his elbow. What sort
of man was he? What kind of hair
had he? What was his height? The
color of his eyes? What did he say?
How long was he there? Where did he
go when he left? Should she recognize
him if she saw him again? And when
she had in a very detected and unsatis-
factory manner gone through this cate
chetical torture she was rated for her
indiscretion in admitting him without
proper credentials, and stepped down
from the witness-stand with Mortified
feeling that she had violated every law
of the decalogue.
Mrs. Eyesham's servants, the pre-
vious landlady of the house, the waiter
at the restaurant where the deceased
generally took his meals, the barber
who shaved him, the laundress who
washed his clothes, and even the boy
who blacked his boots were hunted up
and questioned, but none of them had
ever heard him drop a word which
would afford them any clew to his an
tecedents.
Though his room was searched by
skilled detectives, not a scrap of paper
was there to give trace of his iden-
tity, not even tradesman's ac-
count with his name on it. A small
roll of bills, barely sufficient to paw the
expenses of his funeral, was discovered
in his waistcoat pocket, and a massive
gold watch and many valuable trinkets
lay in their accustomed places, but
without initial or crest upon them.
Even his linen, which was of the best
quality, was unmarked.
But the cup of Mrs. Evesham's
troubles was filed to the brim when
on the following morning the Daily
Herald served up it's readers a sensa-
tional account of the tragedy under
glaring headlines, which seemed
printed in letters of flame to the dis
tressed, sensitive woman-MYsTERIous
DEATH OF AN UNKNOWN GENTLEMAN IN
FoRTY-NIETH sTREET-SUrPosED TO BE
PoIsoNED-PERHAPs alURDER-A RE-
LUCTANT WITNESS.