Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1894-08-21

ions staid her. She would change at the
next station they stopped at, and then
Thank goodness-an old town rising out
Of the snowy landscapel The empty noiso
and bustlo OF station succeeding. She
collected her luggage hastily, she peered
anxiously out of tho window, searching
for "A porter.
"By your leave miss, said the odious
voice of Rosenbaum. He opened the door
and Jumped ont upon tho platform. Tho
signor followed. They vanished, arm In
arm, into the refroshment room.
Porter" cried Miss Belwhistle, but no
functionary responded TO her call. She
leaned out OF the window. She waved her
muff. She called to the porter again, with
out success.
There was dull crash, sckening
thud, behind her. She turned. The in
valid Mr. Walker had tumbled out Of his
seat and lay prostrate on the floor. Before
the atfrightod girl could utter a scream for
help the express moved ON. Where, where
were those callous companions of the sick
mani Doubtless Rosenbaum and the sig
nor had been left.
She raised the head OF tho insensible man.
He was lighter than she had expected and
strangely, strangely sitter. She opened
his collar with u shaking hand.
She got out the bottle of chablis and en-
deavored 10 pour a little down his throat.
Useless The rigid lips were not TO be
forced apart She removed the travelling
cap and wet his forehead and temples
with eau do cologne. He showed no signs
of reviving. She wiped his face with hor
handkerchief and-oh, horrori
The faint color vanished from his
checks, his lips turned white. The sick
man had been paintedl
She looked at him more closely. The
strange light blue eyes that maintained
their horrible, unwinking stare, tho deadly
color Of the faoo and tho icy coldness OF
Its contact struck chill 30 her. She felt
1t his heart. Not beatl Mr.. Walker
was dead--deadl
Had his murderers-they must DO his
murderers-painted the dead face with the
hues of life, deceived her eyes with rouge
and powder as they had deceived her ears
with ventriloquial trickf Had they not
made good their escape, leaving their help
less dupe alone-alone with their viotimi
And at last the express slackened speed,
joltcd, stopped. They were at Ely. She
might scream now, and she did.
whats herei Gentleman i'll, miss'
What do you sayi"
Thus the guard.
There has been murder here" she
said, looking out upon the throng Of faces
that surrounded the carriage door. "Tele-
graph TO the last stopping place. can
describe the guilty wretches who have
done this awful deed. All, there they arel"
Here they were indeed, the guilty
wretches. Dared they brazen IL outf Did
they mean to deny all knowledge OF the
dead manp
This is serious charge, you know,
gentlemen. l must trouble you to come
along with me-.
"With pleasure, Mr.. Policeman" said
tho signor, with horrible lightness. "But
we look at this corpo morto here first, with
your kind obligement. Why will pretty
young ladies shrek at everythingS My
good Rosenbaum, you have better tho Eng
iish language. Please explain"
Rosenbaum drew large poster from
the bulging pocket of his fur coat. IIo
gravely handed It TO the station master.
1t bore this inscription;
TONIGHT.
At the Temple of Varieties, Ely.
Herr Rosenbaum and Signor DEMO,
The Marvellous Conjurers and Ventriloquists, IN
Their Unparalleled Entertainment,
In which the ANIMATED DUMMY will also
take part.
COME EARLY.
"This here jointed wooden figure with
the wax face and hands" went ON Rosen-
baum, lis the dummy. He usually trav-
els In tho guards van, but the guard
couldn't guarantee his reaching Ely in
condition 10 appear before the public, hav
ing fox terrier pup In charge as was Civ
en- to worrying So we took him in the
carriage with us. AT the last station we
stopped at, me and the signor gets out for
a drink, and the train having started soon
er than we bargained for we whipped into
second class compartment. Sorry the
young lady has been frightened. Amt
you, signorY'
"Estremamente" said Signor DEMO-
Gentlewoman.