The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-05

. though it isn't any great thing, Ell
ther.'
: Something about the murder which
: milder tone. Re knew Lotion we'll
! and realized the ACCESSIBILITY of encour-
agement in his case.
The murder, Oh, / wouldn't pre-
sumo to say anything about the muir
der; I'm not the man to stir up any
such subject as that. IT'S about ths
money-or some money-more money
than usually falls into my till. lit
was rather queer, sirs, and I have felt
the flutter of it all day. Shall 1 tel
you about it? 1t happened last night
late last night, sirs; so late that l was
in bed with my wife, and had beer
snoring, she said, four hours
What money? New money? Crisp
fresh bills, Loton?'' eagerly questioned
Mr.. Fenton.
Lotion. who was the keeper of a small
confectionery and bakery store on one
of the side streets leading up the hill
shifted uneasily between his two inter-
rogators. and finally addressed himself
to the coroner.
1T was new money. thought ii
felt so at night, but I was sure of it in
the morning. A brand new bill, sir, a
But that isn't the queerest part I was
of my counting days; for [ asked Sally
at the circus, sirs, and the band playing
on the hill made me think of it, when ]
was suddenly shook awake by Sally
herself. who says she hadn't slept a
wink for listening to the music and
wishin' she was a girl again. There s
a man at the shop door, cries she.
Hes a-callin' of you go and see what
he wants I was mad at being wax
ened. Dreamin is pleasant, specially
! when clowns and kissin' get mixed up
in it; but duty is duty, and so into the
shop / stumbled, swearing a bit, per-
haps, for l hadn't stopped for light,
and it was as dark as double shutters
could make it. The hammering had
reached the door, when it suddenly
! ceased.
What is it?' 1 cried. Who's there,
and what do you want?
"A trembling voice answered me.
Let me in,' it said; want to buy
something to eat. For Gods sake, open
the door!
| Il don't know why obeyed. for it
/ was late, and did not know the voice.
but something in the impatient rafting
! of the door which accompanied the
words affected me in spite of myself,
and 1 slowly opened my shop to this
midnight customer
You must be hungry I began
But the person who had crowded in as
soon as the opening was large enough
wouldn't let me finish.
." 'Breadi l want bread, or crackers,
or anything that you can find easiest,
he gasped, like man who had been
running. Here's money and he poked
into my hand a bill so stiff it ratified.
It's more than enough he fastened to
say, as l hesitated over it, but never
mind that; I'll come for the change in
the morning.
Who are you?' I cried. You're not
Blind Willy, I'm sure
But his only answer was Bread
while he leaned so hard against the
counter | felt 1t shake.
Il could not stand that cry of
Bread so l CROPPED about in the dark
and found him a stale loaf, which l put
into his arms, with a short, 'Therel'
Now tell me what your name is
But at this he seemed to shrink into
himself; and muttering something that
might pass for thanks, he stumbled
towards the door and rushed hastily
out. Running after him, 1 listened
eagerly to his steps. They went up the
hill"
And the money? What about the
money!" asked the coroner Didn't
he come back for the changer"
No. I put it in the till, thinking
it a dollar bill. But when L came to
look at it in the morning, it was a
twenty; yes, sirs. a twenty"
This was startling. The coroner and
the constable looked at each other be-
fore looking again at him.
and where is that bill now?" asked
the former Have you brought it with
your"
81 have sir. It's been in and out of
the till twenty times today. I haven't
known what to do with it. / don't like
to think wrong of anybody, but when
heard that Mrs. Webb God bless herr
was murdered last night for money. 1
couldn't rest for the weight of this
thing OH my conscience. Here's the
bill, sir. 1 wish I had let the old man
rap on my door till morning before [
had taken it from him"
They did not share this feeling. A
distinct and valuable clue seemed to be
afforded them by the fresh crisp bill
they saw in his hand. Silently Dr. Tai
bot took it; while Mr.. Fenton, with a
shrewd look. asked:
What reasons have you for calling
this mysterious customer old? thought
it was so dark you could not see him.
The man, who looked relieved since
he had rid himself of the bill, eyed the
constable in some perplexity.
dlun see feature OF MS face,
said he, land yet I'm sure he was old
| never thought of him as being any
thing else"
well, we will see. And is that all
you have to tell us?"
His nod was expressive; and they let
him go.
An hour or so later Detective Knapp
made his temperance.
Well asked the coroner as he came
quietly in and closed the door behind
him. Whats your opinion?
Simple case, sir. Murdered for
money. Find the man with flowing
beard"
(To be Continued.)