Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-07-25

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tinct and deliberate tones, as If ad-
dressing a court and jury. Also, the
windows are too high up and too mar
row to allow of anything being passed
| through them. Neither can the CHM
ney be the hiding place for the body,
for it is quite unobstrueted; the faint
glimmer of light above can clearly be
perceived. No, rest assured, squire,
that no ordinary mortal hands have
"Oh, for Gods sake, don't worry me
with your COMPOUNDED theories! / see
what you're driving at" interrupted
his host with acerbity, But go and
lock up the door Of that room, and
warn those young men and your scat
ter-brained sen not to breathe word
of it to the wolcen or we shall have
a terrible to-do."
The colonel rose do his friend S
bidding, and re-entereN the fatal cham
Der with a business-like ar.
Instead of standing there gaping
like a lot of fools, you boys" he said
sternly. rack your brains to discover
some motive for the mtrder. 1t is GER
tainly not theft, for there is the poor
fellows watch, and handful OF gold
and silver right in front Of the dress
ing table. Does anyone of you know
anything against burden? Had he
enemies. bitter, implacable enemies?
Was he nihilist in disguise or mem
Der of the Italian Mala Vita society?
or was the crime committed to satisfy
some private revenge|
burden was an all-round good fell
low" spoke up one of the group, ana
as open as the day. There was moth
iuy underhand or secret about him,
none of the evil plotting of conspira-
tors and all that rot. i guess it's some
thing to do with a girl-jealousy,
rivals and all that sort of thing.
LAY. jealousy" rejoined the colonel
that's the most probable, for love,
thew say. is as strong as death, and
jealousy as cruel as the grave"
"There. you've just hit it," exciaim-
ed a well known voice they never
thought to hear again. And burden
himself, alive and well, stood in the
doorway.
Its this internal room that's as
cold and cruel as the gravel"
This sudden release from the weight
or horror and suspense caused COM
plete revulsion in the minds OF all
present. and their wrought-up feelings
found vent in uproarious EXPLANATIONS
OF surprise. Eager to spread the glad
news that the supposed victim was
still in the flesh, Will Hawtree burst
into the squire's room in boisterous
excitement.
ooh. squire. we've been jolly fools,
all of u.s. Here's a rare joke. Old
Jacks alive and kicking and all the
murderous traces we're only from his
bleeding nose. He says he blew out
the lights and couldn't find the door!
lust imagine, and couldn't find match
either! His eyes are all bunged up and
his nose as big as two. You never saw
such a rum sight, and he's swearing
and cursing something awful. DO
come and hear him."
The squire's delight and joy at this
unexpected revelation knew no bounds.
He started up instantly and entered
the bed room in time to hear burden
give vent to his grievances in a high
pitched tone of long-smothered wrath.
Look here, now, Just look at the
traces of my agony, and imagine how 1
fretted and fumed in this COMPOUNDED
vault Of a room, unable TO see thing
or to find my way out of IL" He
spoke rapidly, pointing to he disorder
of the room, and gazing with savage
eyes around it.
'Tcouldn't for the life Of me find the
door. couldn't even recollect in tThat
direction it lay. 1t has been one Mild,
ferocious game of blind mans bluff\be-
tween me and this COMPOUNDED furti-
ture, which seemed to be all dancing
around and hitting out right and LEW
1 was ready for an appointment at \
o'clock, and the dearest girl in thel
world waiting for me, while | RACED
and kicked in desperate conflict with
darkness, furniture and despair for
three mortal hours, After banging my
head against the mantel-piece and
knocking it on every bit Of carving in
the room, / jammed my nose right
bang against this bracket, and the
blood poured out. as you can perceive.
Not a ray Of ,dght anywhere Not
the faintest chink guiding me to door
or window, All imDenetrable. heilish
darkness! when at last did come