The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1901-08-31

forward face downward. straight across
the threshold Of the door, his head fall
ing almost at the feet OF Bertha and
Mrs. Martin.
.'Oh, mamma, mammal. cried the
startled girl. What shall we dog"
Send for the police, I suppose. and
have the poor fellow removed to q hos
pital,''' Mrs. Martin returned, In . mat
l~-ter-of-factb tone. Either he IL crazy OF
suffering from the delirium Of fever.
Even in this quiet street, It 10 q wonder
that he hasn't collected g crowd about
him before now. The kindest thing that
can be lone for him Is to give him in
charge at once"
mo, no! I entreat Of you. mamma,
don't do that" Bertha Martin cried OUT,
In imploring tones. IT am sure now 1t
Is he, and fate has sent him here. Oh,
mamma, help me to raise him and take
him in, and then let me 60 for q doc
tori
Arc you going crazy, my child" ex-
claimed Mrs. Martin.
"No; hut I think I shall IL you re-
fuse mel" Bertha answered, passionate
ly, as she knelt beside the PROSTATE fig
ure and tried to raise it. "Oh. do help
me, mammal"
Mrs. Martin stopped ove the young
man, and together they raised him and
drew him along the hall toward the par
Tor.
He was not insensible, and he ac-
companied them under h compelling
influence of Bertha's strong will, which
he seemed to feel, although neither
hearing or understanding q word that
vas spoken.
Hr.~ FL Hkz-AsaE - - Dn~kHn IoA shfr0Nfn q
lounge, on which he sank the moment
they withdrew their hold upon him;
and, without giving her mother time to
object. Bertha fed from the room,
pausing a momen at the door to call
back that she was going for a physi-
clan who lived but a few yards away.
Mrs. Martin looked after her daugh-
ter with a look of almost comic des-
pair.
What has come W the girl?" she
said, aloud cone might almost think
her uncle's malady had transferred 1t
self to her."
Then she directed her attention to the
mysterious cause of her daughters In
explicablei behavior.
He was sitting motionless as q statue
on the lounge where he had droppeo
down; his hands, lightly clasped. fell
listlessly before him; his head was
sun upon his breast, and his eyes. evi;
IDENTIFY seeing nothing, gazed straight
out before him.
"Poor young man! How handsome he
must be when he Is well!" thought Mrs.
Martin. "And how YER i'll he must
be! Good heavens-if it should be some
contagious fever! What madness OF me-
to listen to Bertha's folly! It may not
be too late yeti"
And, starting up. she approached the
window to look for a policeman. AS
she did so, she heard the loud and PEN
etrating voice Of a newsboy calling an
extra in the street, and the familiar
name caught her attention for 9 mo-
ment, causing her to forget what she
had risen for.
.Horrible murder Of the rich million
aire, Philip G~rayson-full PARTICULARS"
That name seemed potent to attract
the attention Of the other occupant OF
the room, too. He started to his feet, q
look Of bright intelligence in his face
for an instant, and in that instant = MES
Martin recognized him.
"Philip Grayson!" he said. "Her hus-
band-aha!. Dead-dead-dead!"
"so!" murmured Kate Martin: II
know you now, Shirley Austin-and
Philip Grayson's murderer!"