The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-04-05

''Oh, Tom-you-y-o-u."
With shrill distinctiveness the cry arose
above the never ceasing din of the great
railway station. Years of detective work
had made me callous to the horrors of
human suffering and crime, but that
weird cry, so full Of anguish and re-
proach jostled me sharply out of my
usual indifference. 1t caused me to for
get entirely for the moment the haggard
face of young man that 1 had been
watching with some interest as I sat
over in a corner out Of the crowd await
ing delayed train. 1t was not the face
of criminal. but it had the hunted look
of one, and fear and remorse were plain
ly stamped upon 1t. The young man had
been pacing nervously up and down the
pavement In front of the door, and 1 re-
membered afterward that he had stepped
inside just a moment before 1 had been
strtled by the unusual cry behind me.
Before could turn it was repeated:
ooh, Tom-ycu-y-o-up'
"Oh, Tom-you-y-o-u!"
my nerves must be getting bad" /
thought as with a creepy feeling almost
of dread L turned to see what it was
Instead of a tragedy, a comedy, for
what 1 saw was two maiden ladies, very
prim as to aspect and uncertain as to
ages, in a great state of excitement. try
| ing to pacify a parrot, which was strug-
| Cling to get away and shrieking:
"Oh, Tom-yOU-y-o-u!"
"Oh, my! Oh, my" exclaimed one Of
the ladies', whatever can be the matter
with the bird? He has never acted like
this before-isn't 1t horrible?"
AS I arose to go to her assistance, for
! the parrot seemed to be more than she
| could manage, 1 noticed that the young
man had begun his restless tramp again
| and was coming in our direction, his
! eyes bent on the floor.
"Oh, Tom-you-y-o-u!' shrieked the
parrot, seemingly beside himself with
fear and rage. There was something in
j the actions of the parrot that drew my
attentions again to the young man and
| held it.
Suddenly he seemed to hear the cry.
| He stopped, clutched at his collar, as IL
choking, and the look Of horror and fear
on his ashen face was pitiable. Whether
he saw the parrot or not I never knew,
but with a groan he slipped pistol from
his pocket and put bullet in his brain.
The suicide of Tom Galgwyn, wealthy
young man about town, was the sensa-
ton of the day, and all sorts Of theories
were advanced as to the cause Of it. His
| friends declared that he must have had
some hidden romance, presumably disap-
pointment in love, and some impression
able young ladies believed his memory
with tears. Those who knew him better
/ attributed his act to temporary insanity
following a long debauch, which was true
! enough as far as 1t went. Many remarked
| the coincidence that young Gaigwyn and
| the uncle that had raised him and whose
heir he was. had died violent deaths,
| about each of which a mystery chung, for
| this uncle had been murdered in his room
one night about a year before and his
| murderer had never been discovered. But
| 1 alone know that there was any direct
connection between the deaths Of the
| two men, the murder of old Joe Branch
and the suicide of his nephew. Tom Gal
| gwyn. whom the old man had loved as his
| own soul.
The curious incident IN connection with
the suicide had aroused my curiosity
| and took pains to trace the antecedents
! of the man and of the bird. Galgwyn,
! left an orphan when a mere child, had
/ been adopted by his uncle, who was
/ wealthy and unmarried. and whose only
! near relative the boy was. His somewhat
| isolated but beautiful suburban home had
/ been found too dull by Tom when, after
| a noae toe savory career at college. he
bad returned to 1t, and careless Of his