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

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burst it, what In them)--will?"
| ! told him II it were pressed, cI
anything fell on IL. ii would explode
"Place It under the crushcr Of a
cider mill, strike 1t with n hammer
let a weight foil on it from o
"Yes,' sold tho man. ."and that
rouses its volcaner, does it?"
Il suppose, professor, that ere chr
would make mighty big noise II nj
lowed to explode here all at once?"
1T would blow the entire bnildine
to atoms" said / resuming the an,
a]ysis OF Mrs. Johnsop's stomach.
Mop ! heard the policeman re-
mark in deliberate Yankee tones,
you don't say so?"
The next moment 4 lay on my
back, u gag in my mouth. terribly
frightened and sick Mt heart. Over
me stood the policeman and the first
thing TINT flnctionary did was--look-
ing me straight in the face--to take
of his nose. Hc then rid himself oil
his eyebrows, hair and cap, and be-
came n determined looking fellow,
with the eyes OF u fiend and the nose
of q Roman.
$50 You think" said the metamor-
phosed, in the tones of q gentleman,
that nothing can save Joe Johnson
from the rope? Poor fellow! 1t does
look like It'll But my dear professor,
Joe johnson is fortunate enough to
have in me a. devoted friend us well as
brother. have undertaken to save
him, and he shall be saved. In order
to accomplish this end it will be nee
essary to remove from the face ofthe
earth not only the stomach of his
miserable wife yonder, but also, my
dear professor-I am sorry to be OBJ
liged to say it, for ! believe you were
my brothers teacher and friend
yourself as we'll" i saw that he was
in deadly earnest.
"Your death must apparently re-
suit from accidental least go it
must seem to the authorities. My
brother is in Jail and they will not
suspect him, and they certainly will
not suspect me.
What terrible, deed was in this
brain hatching-wns he going to
murder me? WINS itmyself who was
to hang, instead of Johnson?
"No; yes. He placed the line pull
ley like over an'arm of hanging
chandelier. This was altogether to
slight n support even for one
ofmy tender frame. 1t was not to
he hanging, then. Under the weight
on the floor he placed a can of nitro
glycerine; | recognized the yellow
string; it was q fuse, and it would
burn in sixty minutes. 1t would run
across the marble slab; there was no
hope of igniting any substance that
would warn my friends.
"Do you begin to see through it,"
asked Joe Johnson's brother.
believe Icursed him with my eyes.
I could only breathe through my
nostrils, and great veins were swell
ing and growing hot in my forehead.
Drawing a match from his pocket he
lighted and applied it to the fuse;
that little tyrant that gave n man
an hour to live, to kill him ut the
end of it-that little irresponsible
terror that, less merciful than Provi-
dence, told the man the second he
was to die, if fright and horror spar
ed him to himself. Slowly the flames
crept snake like around the Irvine.
I'm one hour" said the prisoners
brother, "you will be in heaven or
hell. l will watch with you for half
an hour, and the other half you will
spend alone"
He sat down some minutes in q
chair watching the flame. Then he
arose and took piece OF porcelain,
with the murderer's name thereon.
from the table, and shook his head
gloomily.
lam chemist enough to know it is
arsenic" he said. Yes, those bright
metallic eyes, q betrayal of the
guilty! Science, thou wouldst kill
my brother-thou shalt save him.
Let me see in whose hands thon art
the most powerful"
The hall hour wore slowly away.
Oh, heavens! What agony did suf-
Ter! Motor myself, but for my child.
The fuse burned on-on. The half
hour is up. The brother of the MUIR
1erer rises to go. Joy.
Commit your soul to Gods keep
ing" he said. ''You hold the evil
lence OF my brothers guilt-noth-
ing con save you now"
With that he turned to take his |
hat from of the table covered with |
the crimson cloth beneath which hid |
my priceless boy. Something at. !
tracted his attention. lie held out
his hands and reached forward. / !
though he had discovered my boy.
No: he was lifting something in either
wires of the electric bat |
terry. In another Instant my boy
had leaped from under the table.
md was turning the crank last and
furiously.
The mur1erers brother was i'm the |
power of my boy. He could not |
drop the wires; ne was helpless. How |
my boy cried for help! The old college |
rang with his voice. The prisoners !
brother added his voice to my boys
in his agony. In an instant great |