Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-10-19

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or two in IN undertone and then
settled down to their respective news
papers. The invalid lay back help
lessly in his corner, swaying from
side to side with the motion of the
carriage.
He was small of stature and slight
of limb. He wore gray-fapped
travelling cap, tied under the chin,
and long gray ulster. From under
meath the edge of the ulster peeped a
pair of tiny little feet npatent-leather
boots.
AS much c. his profile as was visible
to Kitty's observation was perfectly
regular and of q waxen delicacy. The
ungloved right hand, which rested
stiffiy on his knee, was small and
dazzingly white.
"Oh," exclaimed Miss Belwhistle
involuntarily as the express rounded
curve and the invalid lurched
violently to the right.
The mustached and scented strang-
ers looked over their newspapers.
Kitty had half risen from her seat.
Anything wrong, miss?" inquired
No. in accents of oily vulgarity.
The train steadied; the invalid left
off wobbling Kitty sank among her
rugs and parcels.
'J-I beg your pardon. II was
afraid the-your friend was going to
faint" she breathed. To cover her
confusion she stopped for her book,
which lay sprawling on the floor.
"The young lady thought Mr..
Walker might be feeling i'll, Sig. Den
20, remarked No. Q. "Tell him to
answer hisself if he's got any manners
in him, the signor added, and looked
at the invalid.
Immediately Mr.. Walker spoke
in queer, highly pitched voice,
which seemed to come from under the
seat which he occupied.
81 thank you, miss, for your kind
inquiries and beg to say I am quite
WELL"
Kitty began to regret the exclama-
tion of alarm into which she had been
betrayed. She began to wonder how
long it would be before the next stop
page would afford her an opportunity
of exchanging to another carriage.
This horrible pair were evidently bent
upon improving the occasion.
Rosenbaum offered her q comic pa
per. Declined with thanks.
The signor produced silver flask
of cognac, which might have con-
tained about quart, 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 liquor with great good will. They
produced huge packages Of sandwiches
and ate with gusto and without offer
ing the invalid share of their sup
plies.
Kitty burned with Indignation and
was conscious Of yearning in the di-
rection of her we'll filled luncheon
basket, but dread of provoking the
civilities of her companions 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 lug
gage hastily; she peered arxiously out
of the window searching for porter.
''By your leave, miss" said the obi
Gus voice of Rosenbaum. He opened
the door and jumped out upon the
platform. The signor followed. They
vanished, arm in arm, into the refresh.
ment room.
''Porter," cried Miss Belwhistle,
but no functionary responded to her
call. She leaned out of the window.
Sno waved her muff. She called to
the porter again without success.
There was dull crash, sickening
thud, behind her. She turned. The
invalid Mr.. Walker he'd tumbled out
of his scat and lay prostrate ON the
floor. Before the affrighted girl could
utter scream for help the express
moved on. Where, where were those
| callous companions of the sick man?
Doubtless Rosenbaum and the signor
had been left.
She raised the head Of the insensi-
BILE man. He was lighter than she
had expected and strangely, strangely
sitter. She opened his collar with a
shaking hand.
She got out the bottle OF tea and
endcavored to pour little down his
throat. Useless. The rigid lips were
not to be forced apart. She removed
the travelling cap and wet his fore
head 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
checks, his lips turned pale. The
sick man had been painted.
She looked at him more closely.
The strange light blue eyes that main
tanned 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 beat! Mr.. Walker was dead
dead
Hai 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