Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-05-31
Last Cba3ee.

had wilson Well In view. linen 1 re-
turned to Mr.. Harlow, who was a man
Of ~changeful moods, and as compass.
sionate al he was choleric.
Poor devil;' quoth he. 81 cannot
help feeling sorry for him, after all.
A man of his quality to fall so low!
1t is pitiful. Did you ever see such q
collapse? His last chance! What was
1t? We don't know wen yet"
shouldn't we have done better to
accept his explanation, and let him
come on Saturday with his bogus
draft?"
HE would not have come. Besides.
II he gave Sorrel & Seedytoe a forged
draft we should have an exposure
perhaps a prosecution, and that would
I not suit my book at all. Think OF the
| Hyperion!"
At 6 o'clock Tawney returned. He
had followed Wilson to the latter's
lodgings IA private hotel in Norfolk
street, and waited outside to see If
anything further befell. In about half
an hour the porter called a hanson and
put into it a rug, a valise and a small
' wooden box. Then Wilson appeared,
I and as he got in babe the driver take
him to Waterloo Station. Whereupon
: Tawney ran up the street, hailed an
other hanson and followed.
Near the station Wilson's cab pulled
up for a moment, then drove on and
finally stopped at the door of the
Argus, a shabby little hotel in the
Borough. Here Wilson alighted, paid
the driver and went into the house
| with his belongings.
Thinking his man safe there for an
hour Tawney hurried back to report
| progress and ask for further instruc-
tons. / thought he was safe until
morning, probably longer. But on the
principle Of not throwing away a
| chance / told Tawney to drive back to
the Argus and watch there until I re-
| lieved him.
After comforting with Mr.. Harlow,
and dining at the Helborn restaurant,
/ called at Wilson's former lodgings
and asked whether he was in.
MIR. Wilson left us to-day, / am
sorry to say" answered the landlady.
I thanked the hostess for her infor-
nation, and, engaging a hanson at
the street corner, told the driver to
take me to the Argus.
1 found the faithful Tawney on
guard.
at is all right" said he. THE gen
tleman is there still
W~hereupon / entered the house and
asked the master of it, a fat French
man, who, judging from his costume,
was the chef Of his own cuisine, wheth-
er he had a guest Of the name Of Will
son.
"A tall gentleman, very thin, with a
pale face and great eyes who came
today"
The same"
Il think he called himself Nelson.
Yes docking at his visitors book, the
name is Nelson"
Wilson had evidently taken another
alias.
Yes, Nelson" I answered.
Il thought you said Wilson. How
ever, you canno see him. He felt in
disposed and went to bed an hour ago.
after giving orders that he must not
be disturbed till 8 o'clock in the morn
ing, when I will send him a cup of
coffee; and he will breakfast at g."
AS l could not insist on interviewing
Wilson, alias Nelson, in his bedroom
there was nothing for 1t but to 60
away and come again.
what name shall I sayT" demand
ed the landlord.
THAT is Of no Importance. I shall
be here again by the time Mr.. Nelson
comes down stairs.
AT 8 a. m the next day / presented
myself at the Argus once more. Eau
bias (the landlord) was In the hall,
leaning against the baluster Of the
staircase, trembling like a leaf, and as
white as his own blouse.
You know this poor Mr.. Nelson:
you are his friendY' ne demanded
eagerly.
Yes, I know him. Why do you
| ask? 2"
"Because-because-mon Dieu. he is
dead"
Dead! Nonsense!"
ut is too true, l assure you. Come
with me, and you will see for your
| self"
Faublas, still leaning heavily on the
balustrade, mounted the stairs. / fol-
lowed him in a state Of mind impossi-
Die to describe. On the landing We're
several sca~red-looking women, whis-
pering to each other with tremulous
| lips.
There, see for YOURSELF" said the
landlord, opening a door and leading
the way. One glance was enough.
Can he have taken poisonT' / asked.
Mon Dieu, I hope not. Why should
he com here to commit suicideg'
Why, indeed? We searched the room
carefully, and looked into Wilson's
pockets and examined his valise and
box. without finding anything to con-
firm my suspicious.
Il have sent for a doctor" observed
Faublas, but he can only 'constater
the d~ecease."
Presently the doctor came. He did
not think it was a case Of suicide. The
deceased had obviously been in a state
of indifferent health and his death was
probably due to phthisis or heart dis
Ease. That, however, could only be de-
termined by an autopsy, and, as the
doctor could not give a certificate, there
would have to be an inquest.
On this / requested him to make the
autopsy and notify the coroner, and
told Faublas that he need be under no
apprehension would pay his bill and
all other expenses, and give the neces-
sary orders for the funeral-on which
the poor man seemed greatly relieved
and thanked me profusely. / then took
possession Of Wilson's papers "all con
tanned in the box and his money Give