The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1901-04-17
BULKE's soBERING UP.
He Awoke at Midnight to Find Him
self in Morgue With Corpse.

| He Awoke at Midnight to Find Him
self in Morgue With a Corpse.
Sounds from the dead room in the
morgue at midnight struck horror to
the hearts of Attendant Draude, Under
taker Scheuerman and two reporters
last night. Cultural groans were fol-
lowed by the rumbling sound of the
dead carriage being wheeled across the
bare floor. The dead room door was
| locked. The startled listeners knew
| that the body of Thomas Pew, with
throat cut from ear to ear had been ly-
ing on the slab in that room at sun
down.
During the winter the room at the
morgue set apart for the reception Of
bodies has been on the ground floor,
fronting on Allen street. Across a hall
ten feet in width is the general office of
Undertaken Scheuerman, fitted up with
desks, chairs, tables and two iron safes.
Out of the main office Is the private Of
flee of the coroners. In this office two
of the men were seated. The others
were in the larger office.
Suddenly from across the hallway
came noise as of some one stirring
uneasily on bed. Every man stopped
talking. The unmistakable sound of
the wheels of the dead carriage rolling
across the bare floor was followed by
ian unearthly choking. Horror strick-
en-, the listeners started to their feet.
More than one face was pale.
"Is that door locked?" whispered At
tendant Draude hoarsely.
Before any one could reply the sounds
began again.
I'm going to get out of this" whis-
pered somebody, and bolted through the
office door, out into the street.
Nobody started towards the dead
room door. Attendant Draude was
sure it was locked. While they waited
something fell with a clatter on the
boards Of the uncarpeted floor within
Then came good English profanity.
Color came back into the faces of the
men and they began to breathe natu-
rally. A hash was made for the door,
1t was jerked open. There on the
wheeled carriage lay the body of the
dead man. The carriage had been
rolled into another corner of the room.
An overturned couch rested against the
wall under the window and on the floor
before it was man struggling to equi-
1ibrium, rubbing his eyes and staring
across the gloomy apartment with the
gaze of a maniac. Hands that were not
gentle raised him to his feet and the
mystery was solved.
Fred Bulke, carpenter out Of work,
had sometimes called at the morgue
office in search of a job. Yesterday af-
aernoon he spent what money he pos
sessed for drink and toward evening,
having become very drunk, started to
apply for work of one Of the coroners.
Entering the morgue he turned from
the hallway into the wrong room, the
door of which had been left ajar. See
ing nobody and being weary Bulke de-
cided to lie down and rest on O. couch
which he saw in the room. He instant
1y fell asleep. Later the attendant
locked the door as usual.
Bulke slept long and soundly, but at
midnight awoke comparatively sober.
A little light came into the room from
an electric lamp in the street, and he
saw the body of the man on the slab
with that gaping wound at the throat.
Tt was too much for his nerves He
started for the door, pushing against
the carriage and sending it across the
floor, trying to shout out in his excite
ment and terror. He slipped and fell,
press.