The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-05-15

and horror when 1 cried out that there
was Powell come Dack-his subsequent
anxiety 70 explain away my vision. And
the missing ax-what had ii done that he
should hide IL? And the long-handled
shovel knew what had blunted and bent
il now.
I remember mechanically looking at my
watch. and yet not seeing the time. re-
member looking again, and it was not
quite half-past nine. The time goes so
slowly when one is alone and midnight
| begins so soon; but I was thankful ID was
earlier than ! had thought. Now I could
make sure-it would all be less CHASTITY
than in the veritable dead of highland
| then to the station with my news before
anybody was in bed.
The miscreant Wylel How well he had
acted his diaboicaI part-in there at the
mems hut, out here before the owner and
the manageri Indignation at his bloody
villainy was now my first emotion, ands
1t nerved me nightly. 1 tore away the
poles and the sacking, and the soft earth
rose in a mound-it had all been put backl
l ran for the long-handled shovel, ana,
urged on by my boiling blood. 1 began to
dig.
God knows how L went on! A boot stuck
out first, and when l felt it there was a
foot inside 1t was scarce eighteen inches
below the ground Next l uncovered the
Crimean shirt. That was enough for me.
As bent over il with the light, ana
blew away the sand, l saw here and there
the red checks Ono palmer than in my Wis
ion, however,, but the most of them were
blotted out by a dark, stiff stain delved
no deeper; this was indeed enough. 1
turned away, deadly sick, without rising
from my knees-and there was Wylie, the
Whim-dIiver, watching me from the door!
set the light down on the table-that
a. any rate, was between us-and looked
up at him from my knees. He was glar-
ing down on me with the most ferocious
expression, every wrinkle writhing and
that loose pouch at his throat SWELLING
as if with venom for splitting in my face
But, so far as I could see, he was I'M
armed; his bony right hand rested on
what took to be the handle of a stick
and, luckily, the long-handled shovel lay
within reach of mine. was the first TO
speak.
Il have found him." said 1.
More fool you"
why so? 1 am NOT frightened of YOU"
Not frightened to die?"
Not particularly; you'n follow me soon
enough. One murder you could only con-
ceal one day, and how long are YOU go
ing to conceal two? Besides, you've got
TO kin me firstr'
And I was on my legs with the long
shovel in both hands
That's soon DONE" he answered with
laugh, and then I saw my mistake.
What l had taken for mere stick was
the missing ak: he must have hidden n
somewhere outside and after first catcn-
ing me at work, stolen away and come
back with it on tip-toe.s Now he took two
strides into the hut, and, as the ak came
up over his shoulder and hung there.
saw blood upon the blade The sight of
It delayed me at the critical instant; vet
lunged as he struck, then started back.
ana the ax-head split through the table
as though it had been a cfgar-box WIZ
"a curse he wrenched it free, but was on
MIN hrst, and round and round we went
and over and over, until 1 had the wretcn
at my mercy in the very grave which his
own hands had dug.
At my mercy because he lay as one mar
alyzed when he found his body stretched
out on that OF his victim; but how long
that would nave lasted don't care to
conjecture. He was stronger than
though less active, and l think that his
strength must soon have come back ten
fold. But 1t had not done so when
caught the beat OF Athe-sweetest music T
have ever heard duet Between eight can
tering hoofs drawing nearer and nearer
to the hut.
1 nc SiuSu-ldiAlp tdu Idilen and gone out
when the ak fell but my eyes We're search
ing FOR that Villains eyes in the. darkness.
and | would have given something to see
them as the music fell on his ears, too
as the horsemens spurs jingIed on the
ground outside and then in the hut
rs WyEe here?' cried the managers
voice.
He is"
1--WE suspect him of having murdered
Powell himself!'
He has done so. Strike a light and you
shall see them BOTH
But al the trial | said nothing of my
two visions, for, as | have stated, 1 had
not then the moral courage, and the case
was complete without that My story be-
| gan when the bed collapsed beneath me
that was all-so terrified was l of making
myself a diseredited laughing stock Now
do not care, nor do / think there will
be so many disbelievers. At all events,
| have relieved my mind by telling the
whole truth at last-so help me God.
This / think irrelevant, but those who
are interested and who do not know it,
may be glad 10 learn that Wylie, The whim-
| driver, lived to die as he deserved.
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