The morning call., 1893-11-05

PAPER, the Comet, was in an e4ecfaoie
:: humor. There could be no DOUBT ABOUT i''
:: He was smoking very strong TOBACCO I'D
=: = a yerv black clav pipe. The odor Oh that
...tobacco. the sight of that clay, always toiu
!: the staff of the Comet when thelr cnleI
was in one of his unpleasant moods. Ii
;: was a.danqer signal SO little Mr. Match
: wood having caught sight OF the cray
ANA Whit of the tobacco, felt very sorry
tho, no han ventured on knocking at the
@.daor-of the editors den and putting his
). bood in m wish him gOod-evening before
:: .c!oir, boma for the night. He tried to
retreat. but itswas too iate'
=. .syybo tine deuce are you?" roared the
.aditor through a cloud of smoke
y ..Sorrv 70 disturb you, Mr.. Walsin CHAM"
: cold the reporter. alphabetically. putting
q. tn his head again. II just looked in to say
:: good-evening and see if you wanted me to
: do anything"
= "Csn't you come in, then!" said Wal
= singsam. Cant you come in. l say, in-
= stead of sticking in the doorway and turn
:: ing UP your eyes like dying duck IN a
thunderstorm"
:. *.I thought" suggested Matchwood. slip
ping timidly into the room; II thought
:: you might have something to say to me
:. On business"
!. :.'rNo, Haven't" said Walsingham, stand
Sing up and poking the fire with the toe of
his massive boot. "Yes. though, have.
and something serious, too"
:. "Well, sir?"
: .Ifs not well, sir. It's - bad, sir,
tetorted Walsingham. UNLESS you wake
:. up bit and give us something more lively
for the Comet we shall have to part.
:. Who cares a brass farthing for your fires
e: at tallow chambers and rows at second
: rate public houses, and accidents to
: elderly gentlemen? We want our men TO
.: get up sensations for US that will sell the
::Ifapeg Why. here you have been three
months at work and never brought US
:aven decent suicide or a third-class muir
: der. Wake up. man, and show. you are
worth your salt, or you marcn, douole
QUICK"
'But you don't want me to get up
murder or a suicide, do you?" remon-
= strated MatchwOod.
:. = L don't care if you do," said the editor,
: poking the fire again in the same rough
&hd-readv way. Hang yourself, if you
can only send US an account of 1t first; or
murder any one you choose but me, and
:: put the police on the wrong track about it.
Only give the Comet plenty OF sanguinaTy
details" and the editor relaxed and
:laughePst his own suggestion.
- 1ON JOfbs 1 Will L Uu II ndN6 q Ill III
: der sooner than you expect, answered the
reporter, glad to take up the jest, and then
= he tramped downstairs through the heavy
: atmosphere TedOlent Of oil and printing
:: ink, and out into the gathering fog of the
late October afternoon.
.: MI Matchwood lived In furnished apart
: ments at 123 Barrow Hill place, NV. Bar
: row Hill place. as every Londoner knows.
:: lies on the western slope of Primrose Hill.
.Northward there is a big reservoir, and
d: close by bridge leads over the Regents
= Canal. is a retired spot. but the park
" and the Zoo are near at hand in one diTec-
.:ti0n. while In the other the breezy heights
:. of Hampstead are within easy reach. Be-
:: ing of an economic turn of mind Mr..
Matehwood usually travelled home from
=the region of Fleet street by the third class
:: On the Metropolitan, taking his ticket
from Harrington street to Portland road.
: Then, If il was at all hne, he walked across
Regents Park; if il was not, there was
:. penny bus which took him long way on
:: his homeward journey.
- The Metropolitan is not cheerful line
: to travel upon. nor are its thlrd-class car
:, riages precisely what the Yankees call
rspalace cars" In the late hours of the
:: pyererowded with bOme-returDiug folk
=: from city offices and workshops, they are
!: about the most depressing conveyances In
:. London. While travelling under such con-
;: d itions to Portland road, Mr.. Matchwood' s
: flicker of good spirits disappeared, aud he
remembered only the Ominous threat Ut
:: tered by his chief. Arrived at his desti-
! u alton he made up his mind to walk across
1.-THE park and think matters out. and this
:. although the afternoon was dull with
patches of fog that made the street above
only little less gloomy than the dirty,
! steamY station below.
:: :: Regents Park was all but empty. In
:: deed, it was not far from the closing hour,
>: and it was neither the time nor the place
!: for a constitutional. Once he left the main
: road be met no one. As he traversed the
:: wide grassy eXpanse between the lake and
= the Geological Gardens he felt like a soli-
s. tary wandeTer in the wilderness. The haze
hung low and made his horizon narrow
one. The clnmps of trees loOmed up out
of it In ghostly masses. 1t was cold and
: lonely, and he had creepy feeling Of un-
canny alarm.
:,:'Talk of murder" he said to himself,
t'any one that liked could murder fellow
:. here in the very middle of London, and
NO one be the wiser But if any one mur-
ders me he won't get much for his
: trouble"
:. II was not a pleasant thought, and it
was a curious coincidence that as the
:: words shaped themselves in his mind he
: should see some fifty feet in front of i'm
: and just within his limited range of sight
q man lying ''all Of heap" on the damp
: grass beside his path. He Started. His
first idea was that he had come upon the
victim of a murder, or perhaps suicide
:: His second, much more likely one, was
that the figure PROSTATE on the grass was
.. that of a drunken man, who had fallen
:: there while laundering and staggering
: home. He will get his death of cold," he
: Thought, ''if he is left lying there in the
= fog, | must shake the poor fellow up and
,: Try to put him on his legs again." and he
: walked briskly on until he stood beside
: the fallen man.
'"Get up, my good fellow" he said. ''this
!. IS q bad place TO choose for night quarters
:sI1et up! and he gave him a father uncere-
:. .nnnious shove with his foot.
:. The man lay still on his face. Match
! wood bent down, took him by the arm, and
] with half cross, "Get up. will you ?" gave
:; him an upward jerk in the hope of starting
:: him to bis feet. He only succeeded in lift
:. ing the mans head and shoulders from the
: ground, and as be caught glimpse of the
!. face he let him 60 again with start.
- That face was all shattered and disfg-
:ured and covered with fresh blood, dark
: CRIME of powder and dull spots of earth
:, frnm the wet ground. AS he released his