Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1895-01-05

awe which IL uTOubBS cACceuS ny taT suCu
feeling created under ordinary circum-
stance and In paths OF life where such
sights arc not uncommon Tho violent
contrast chills and paralyses the senses
and for the moment We know not how
: TO act or what 10 do. We stand and
gaze in horror. Us II struck dumb, until
the actual truth which has burst sud-
denly upon us Is made clear and indis-
putable. when we begin to use our
reasoning powers. and look for cause.
Such an experience was that OF Anton
Rcyman on bright July morning, as
far back rs 1873.
Anton was the foreman OF the Posada
wine cellars Three years before he
had left his home on the Rhine. and
had come to tempt fortune in the land
OF the setting sun. For months he had
wandered around earning what little he
could, loing odd jobs in various large
towns OF Middle California, but poor
success. or rather entire lack OF success.
at last made him so Disguised with city
life that he turned his back upon bricks
and mortar and set his face and feet to-
ward the free, fresh country.
In his old home he had learned
enough to make him worry useful hand
In vineyard or a vino collar. and after
wcarying in his useless efforts to reap n
fortune from the sidewalks Of San Fran
cisco. ne had found his way to the beauti-
ful and fertile Sonoma valley His advent
here was rs devoid of good results rs his
roaming through San Francisco had
been until he finally had the good fort
nne TO meet friend In the person OF
Mario Dclaro, n prosperous vintayer,
who had need at that time OF such a
man rs Anton.
From that day until the one In tho
early morning OF which we find him
wcnding his way to work he had given
his master faithful s,rvicp AMI had been
rewarded accordingly
Anton was in gay mool this morn
ing lie hal brca';ia,tc well AMI had
kissed his young VIII, AID year-oli babe
when he parted from them with such
bright smiles rs he mad not worn Tor
many day Ills thoughts were thsci
with gaycst hucs. and as he walked
along he sang Justify an old German
hunting song in Il manner whi:h would
have done credit TO Saxon JAEGER
Mcister.
Anton had been born in the midst OF
beautiful rural scenery. but nature had
not lost its charm for him. lie was
never weary Of gazing aimirinIly at tho
beautiful landscape which lay stretched
before him For him the brown, Vine
clad hill possessed ncver-failing, ir-
- .istible charm and he loved to revcl
In the grandeur OF the sight while he
compared 1t with the enchanting coun-
try he had left beyond tho sea. In this
manner was he engaged when no CASH.
ally withdrew his glance from the hills
and vineyards and cast II on tho ground.
As he did so he halted suddenly and
stopped to make certain that II was
thick line OF blood which he had behold
In the dust OF the road. No, he had not
mistaken Blood indeed 1t was-but
what could 1t mean? Blood was one Of
the last thiayi he would be apt TO as
sociata with his surroundings here, and
curiosity was now rampant in his mind.
lie followed the trail n lew feet and
found that IL turned towards the vines.
A few steps further an ho saw the body
OF large. fnely-formcd man. lying Nat
on his back In almost single bound
he was beside it. and then with an
ejaculation which none hut German
throats can possibly utter. he threw up
his arms with mixed feelings OF horror