St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-04-08

mean to kill you, Marie, cried Lefebry in the
widest kind of terror.
ST leave you the knife with which you COM
mtted the deed, to witness your promise"
said the photograph at the same time knife
which had been previously dipped in blood,
and which was thrown through the panel by
myself, who at one time had good deal of
practice at pig-sticking in India, went whiz-
zing over the bed and stuck into the wall
above his head.
Lefebry drew the clothes over him and
screamed, giving me good chance to close
the panel and clear off my paraphernalia;
after this was done I went to the door Of
Lefebry's room and knocked.
'Did l hear you CALL or was it a noise in
the streetT' asked, in a drowsy voice, feign-
ing to have been recently awakened
Il have not called so you must have beer
disturbed by noises outside, answered Lefe
bry, feebly, and 1 retreated to my own bed
after putting away all signs of the modus
operandi with which had worked my ex
pertinent.
L shall never forget the look on Lefebry's
face when he brought me my coffee in ths
morning. [ asked him if he was not we'll.
and he said, NO He was afraid that per-
haps the climate of America did not suit
him, as he was troubled with a number of
ailments.
The knife which I had thrown into Lefe-
brys room was a duplicate of the one with
which his victim had been murdered, and
which after examining closely at Scotland
Yard, [ had traced to the cutters whera IN
bought it, there procuring the duplicate.
the morning saw Lefebry carefully cxamiT
ing the knife, which he mad pulled out CT u
wall in R stupefied and hopeless way.
Presently he came into me and told mes
wanted to have a private talk with me abo,
a private matter. He was trembling so vic
lently that I had to stimulate him with brand
before he could talk coherently.
Then he told me what already knew. 81
did not know that the photograph alread,
held his confession and no one but myself
and the young lady who acted the part of tn
ghost ever knew how Lefebry came to confes-
his crime.
He is not dead yet, as he was only sen
fenced to life Imprisonment, and he write
me letter from Portland, occasionally, com
mencing "My dear friend"
But Of course there can be no sentiment
tality in my profession, any more than there
can be in the legal or medical, and Carlton
Rhodes threw his stub away yiciously, as he
rose, saying that he knew man who made
very passable cocktails.
ARTHUR FIELD.
A man down in West Virginia claims the
devil is a woman, for her name is Lucy Fur.
March Is, Russian miser named KorkofY
committed suicide on his way to America by
shooting himself. This is a case where the
ruling passion did not assert itself in death.
he wasted cartridge when he might have
dropped silently into the sea.
Girls you are missing whole world of un
alleged bliss in not owning an amateur pho
tographic outfit. Aside from indulging the
desire to scratch when you itch there is
hardly anything comparable to making sun
pictures according toyour capricious inelina-
tion And then there is such a scope for
the play of fancy, both sentimental and hu-
morous. The comedy arising from mistakes
is worth the cost of the outfit multiplied