The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-11-02

this time a crowd had collected about
the overturned cab, and several more
policemen had come to the assist
ance of the first one, who was now
seated serenely upon the head of the
cab-horse, precaution seemingly
superAuous, for the poor beast,
though uninjured, appeared to be
quite satisfied to rest where he lay
until he should be forced once more
to resume the grind of his unhappy
existence.
The cabman had been rudely
shaken by his fall. He had lain as
though unconscious for the space of
few seconds; then, with assistance,
he had managed to struggle to his
feet. He stood now as though dazed
by the shock, trying to understand
| what had happened.
"Are you hurt? ?" inquired one of the
policemen.
The man, mumbling an unintelligi-
| BILE reply, raised his hand to scalp
| wound from which the blood was
| flowing freely.
At that moment two men forced
their way through the crowd which
| a circle of policemen had some diff
| Guilty in keeping at distance from
| the wounded cabman. One was
middle-aged individual, who gave his
] name as DIR. Thurston and offered his
/ services as physician; the other was
a young man with keen gray eyes,
who said nothing, but exhibited re-
porter's badge.
| he of
attention to the cabman; felt him,
thumped him, pinched him; smelt his
| breath; and then delivered his YER
dict:
"No bones broken. The slight
scalp wound doesn't amount to any
| thing The man has been drinking
heavily. He is simply drunk"
The horse had by this time been
embarrassed and the cab had been
lifted upon it's wheels again.
! The reporter stood by silent and
| apparently listless spectator of the
scene.
DR.. Thurston turned to him:
"Come along. Sturgis; neither you
nor are needed here; and if we do not
hurry. Spragues dinner will have to
wait for us. 1t is quarter to eight
now"
The reporter seemed about to follow
| his friend. but he stood for an instant
irresolute.
81 say, DOCTOR" he inquired at last,
"are you sure the man is drunk?"
He has certainly been drinking
heavily. Why?"
Because it seems to me-Hello, we
cannot go yet; the passenger is more
badly hurt than the driver"
"The passenger" queried the ply
stefan, turning in surprise to the police
man.
What passenger asked the police
man, looking at the cabman. 'Have
you a. passenger inside, young feller?"
''Naw," replied the cabman, who
seemed to be partially sobered by the
shock and loss Of blood Nav, 1 amt
got no fare, barrin' the man wot was
on the box"
The reporter observed the man close
ly as he spoke; and then, pointing to
the step of the cab, which was plainly
visible IN the glare of neighboring
electric lamp:
81 mean the passenger whose blood is
trickling there" he said, quietly.
Every eye was turned in the direction
of his outstretched hand.
A few drops of a thick dark liquid
had oozed from under the door, and
was dripping upon the iron step. The
cab door was closed and the curtain
was drawn down over the sash. the
glass OF which had been shattered by
the fall.
One of the policemen tried to open
the door. 1t stuck in the jamb. Then
he exerted upon it the whole of his
brute strength; and, of sudden, it
yielded. AS 1t few open the body of a
man lurched from the inside of the cab,
and before anyone could catch it tum-
bled in a heap upon the pavement.
A low cry of horror escaped from the
crowd.
The claimants passenger was a man
past middle age, neatly but plainly
dressed.
AS DR. Thurston and a policeman
bent over the PROSTATE form, the re-
| porter shot a keen glance in the direc-
: ton of the cabman. who stood staring
at the body with look of CHASTITY ter
. ror in his bullying eyes.
Presently the physician started to
! his feet with a low exclamation of sur
: prise.
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