The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-08-28
might be feeling III, Slgnor Demo-" re-
marked No. 9. "Tef him to answer his

might be feeling III, Signor Demo-, 4" re-
marked No. 9. Itch him to answer his
self II hos got any manners in him"
Tho signor nodded and looked at the in
valid. Immediately Mr.. Walker spoke in
queer, highly pitched voice which seeso-
ed to come from under the seat which hs
occupied.
II thank you, miss, for your kind in
quiries and beg to say am quite well. /"
Kitty began to regret the exclamation
OF alarm into which she had been betrayed.
She began to wonder how long 1t would
be before the next stoppage would afford
her an opportunity Of exchanging TO an
other carriage. This horrible pair were
evidently bent upon improving the ooca-
sion.
Rosenbaum offered her a comic paper.
Declined with thanks
The signor produced silver flask of
cognao, which might have contained about
aquart, and audaciously invited the young
lady to test the quality of its contents.
Declined with thanks.
Upon which both the signor and Mr..
Rosenbaum applied themselves to the liq-
uor with great good will. They produced
huge packages Of sandwiches and ate with
gusto and without Offering the invalid
share of their supplies.
Kitty burned with indignation and was
conscious Of yearning in the direction Of
her well filed luncheon basket, but dread
of provoking the civilities of her compan-
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 landscape The empty noise
and hustle of station succeeding. She
collected her luggage hastily, she peercd
anxiously out of the window, searching
for porter.
by your loavo, miss, said the odious
voice of Rosenbaum. He opened the door
and jumped out upon the platform. The
signor followed. They vanished, arm in
arm, into the refrcshment 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 a sickening
thud, behind her. She turned. Tho in
valid Mr.. Walker had tumbled out of his
seat and lay prostrate ON tho floor. Before
the affrighted girl could utter scream for
help the express moved on. Where, where
were those callous companions of the sick
manf Doubtless Rosenbaum and the sig
nor had been left.
She raised the head of the insensible man.
He was lighter than she had expected and
strangely, strangely sitter. She opened
his collar with shaking hand.
She got out the bottle of chablis and en-
deayored to pour 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 de cologne. He showed no signs
of reviving. She wiped his face with her
handkerchief and-oh, horror!
The faint color vanished from his
cheeks, his lips turned white. The sick
man had been painted
She looked at him more closely. The
strange light blue eyes that maintained
their horrible, unwinking stare, the deadly
color of the face and the icy coldness of
its contact struck a chill to her, She felt
at his heart. Not beatl Mr.. Walker
was dead-dead
Had his murderers-they must be 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 tricks Had thoy not
made good thoir escape, leaving their help
less dupe alone--alone with their victimp
And at last the express slackened speed,
jolted, stopped. They were at Ely. She
might scream now, and she did.
whats herei Gentleman i'll, missf
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 are!"
Here they were indeed, the guilty
wretches. Dared they braEen it outs Did
thoy mean to deny all knowledge of the
dead man9