Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1895-01-17

Farrier and sweet Lucy looking ut m,
out of the darkness and smiling at me
just as plain as see you all in this
room. All the way they were aheat
Of me. one on each side of the horse
until I pulled up at the house in Erik
ton Read. &
'sThere was not asoul to be see1Snol
sound to be heard, except TN drip
ping of the rain. When I looked in a
the window, 1 found Drebber all hud
died together in drunken sleep. .
shook him by the arm. It's time. to sc
OUT I said.
i" All right, cabby,' said he.
II suppose he thought we had CONF
to The hotel that he had mentioned, TO
he got out without another word ant
followed me down the garden. I hat
to walk beside him to keep hin
steady, for be was still q little top
heavy. When we came to the door
opened it ard led him into the from
room. I give YOU my word that al
the way the father and daughter wer
walking in front Of us.
It's internally dark he said
stamping about.
striking amatch and putting. it to {
wax candle which I had brought witt
me. Now, Enoch Drebber,' I contin
. ued, turning to him, and holding tn
light to my own face, Who am II
He gazed at me with bleared
drunken eyes for moment, and theI
1 saw horror spring up in them and
convulse his whole features, which
showed me that he knew me. III
staggered back with a ivid face. and
saw the perspiration break out upol
his brow. while his teeth chartered
At the sight, I leaned my back aglins
the door and laughed long and loud
l had always known that ven
gcance would be sweet but had neve
hoped for the contentment of sou
which now possessed me.
You dog" said, II have hunte'
you from Salt Lake City to st. Peters
burg, and you have always ESCAPED
me. Now. at last your wandering
have come to an end, for either you o
shall never see to-morrow's sun rise
He shrunk still further away as spok
and I could see on his face that b
thought 1 was mad. So was for tn
time. The pulses in my temples bea
like sledge-hammers, and I believe
would have had fit Of some sort
the blood had not gushed from m.
nose and relieved me.
''What do you think Of Lucy Ferrie
now?" 1 cried. locking the door ant
shaking the key in his face. Pun
ishment has been slow in coming, bu
it has overtaken you at last I say
his coward lips tremble as spoke
He would have begged for his life. bu
he knew well that it was useless.
Would you murder me?' he STAN
mcred.
There is no MURDER I answered
Who talks of numbering mad dog
What mercy had you upon my poo
darling when you dragged her fron
her slaughtered father. and bore he
away to your accursed and shameless
harem?'
"'It was not I who killed her faith
or" he cried.
"'But it was you who broke her in
nocent hearth shrieked, thrusting til,
box before him. Let the high Coz
judge between us. Choose and eat
There is death in one and life in. thu
other. I shall take what You leave
Let us see. if there is justice upon til,
earth. OF if we arc ruled by chance.
''He covered away with wild erie.
and prayers for mercy, but drew m,
knife and held it to his throat until HI
had obeyed me. Then I swallowed tn
other, and we stood facing one anothe
in silence for minute or more, wait
ing to see which was to live and whicl
was to die Shall I ever forget the llool
which came over his face when the frs
warning pangs told him that the poison
was in his system? I laughed as
saw it, and held Lucy's marriage RIM
in front Of his eyes. Tt was but fo
q moment, for the action of the aka
loid is rapid. A spasm Of pain comfort
ed his features. He threw his hand
out in front of him, staggered, ant
then with a hoarse cry, fell heavil.
upon the floor. I turned him over witt
my foot, and placed my hand upon his
heart. There was no movement. He
was dead.
The blood had been streaming from
my nose. but had taken no NOTICE of
1t. l don't know what it was that put
it into my head to write upon, the wall
with it. Perhaps it was some mischiev-
GUS idea of setting the police upon
a wrong track, for I felt light-hearted
and cheerful. I remembered German
being found in New York with 'Rache'
written up above him, and it was ar
gued at the time in the newspapers
that the secret societies must have
done it. / guessed that what puzzled
the New Workers would puzzle the
Londoners. So dipped my finger In
my own blood and printed it on a con-
venient place on the wall. Then I
walked down to my cab and found
that there was nobody about, and that
the night was still very wild. had
driven some distance, when put my
hand into the pocket in which | ussaliy
kept Lucy's ring, and found tla1 1t
was not there. I was thun6erstrucI st
this, for it was the only mem antn 1hat
I had of her. Thinking that might
have dropped it when I stopped ever
Drebber's body, drove back; ard lsav-
ing my cab in side street, I went
boldly up to the house, for was ready
to dare anything rather than lose the
ring. When I arrived there. l walked
right into the arms Of police officer
who was coming out, and only manag-
ed to disarm his suspicious by pre-
tending to be helplessly drunk. .