The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-05-14

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\ w. that babe good
night to my student, Tom Richard 9
Mt the door of my laboratory, at the
south end Of the college buildings.
Tom was very anxious to know
what would keep me up after II
o'clock, 80 l told him l was about to
commence Analysing the stomach o.
u Mrs. johnson. whose husband lay
In Pail, just across the road
from the college, on suspicion that
he was the murderer.
As Tom was passing out of the
college yard through the gate, his
head turned, and bidding me good
night, he brushed against man
standing with his back to the college
and his face to the prison. Thestreet
lamp showed me that the man was
in police Uniform.
Re-entermg my laboratory ] took
down a glass jar from the shelf and
bat down behind my sink to examine
it. An hour had passed since the de-
parture of young Richards. l had
labored hard to discover traces ofthe
poison in all this, but had been unsuc-
cessful. Joe Johnson, the suspected
man, had been n student of mine few
years before. l thought him u good
hearted, intelligent fellow, only n
little wild, and really began
to hope that he might prove
innocent, when among the macer-
ated food, ] came upon small,
infinitesimal white grain. BY care
tul manipulation and the use Of my
magnifying glass ] managed to get
this upon IA piece ofsmoked glass and
examined it.
l Twas then certain / had discover
ed arsenic, but to make assurance
doubly sure determined to apply
well known test for that poison.
"Yes," exclaimed, ms l saw the
fatal blazon. "Joe johnson is tho
murderer Of his wife! With the evil
dence OF that mark to back me no
power can save him."
"Do you really think so?" said a
calm voice behind me.
/ turned quickly and discovered n
tall, lank policeman, having red,
watery eyes, standing Mt my office
door and staring in. His body look
ed as II It had been rolled out long
before his hands like n molasses can
DIV stick. He had no expression at
oil in his face, and his police-man's
hat was SO large that it threatened
to settle down on his shoulders. His
uniform treasured me and address:
ed him with some impatience.
''My friend, suppose ! am wanted
to attend an inquast, orwhat is your
purpose"
/ was police surgeon as well as
coroner.
Don't bother. professor; the man
mint dead vet, but they say he will
DO before morning."
whats the matter with him"
brain disorder. l mean some
thing here"
/ touched my forehead. and SO did
he as he said: "Ay, rs Thought Id
drop in and tell You if you were go.
ing to the station tomorrow to take
n look and sec fit is post norton
or not. Besides | wanted to see
where ] could always find you incase
of need"
bowed, and attributed his visit
to n feeling of curiosity. He sat on
the sink, and while his eyes wandered
about like one who felt himself called
upon to say something, lie said:
Professor, there has been an nc
cident this aiternoon-terrible, too
What was it?'
"Nitro glyceri,ie explosion up in
the iron mills--a hundred fellow NOR
tals busted. aas
"Sadv'
Affecting. very" Here he rubbed
his mouth with tile back OF his hand.
''Pro Icssor, what is that nitro gly-'
cerine?"
Its very dangerous article" !
answered, happy to display my
knowledge. 1T has nearly twice the
OF gunpowder, but.
unlike it. does notexplode on the ap-
plication of hent. A red hot coal
dropped into It will not explode it.
II wiflffeeze. It's yellow md greasy.
"You don't mean to say So" said