The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1902-06-20

Copyright. 1902. by Daily Story Pub Co.,
Oh. Tom-youAy-o-u."
With shrill distinctness the cry
arose above the neyer-ceasing din OF
the great railway station. Years of de-
tective work had made me callous to
the horrors OF human suffering and
crime, but that weird cry. so full OF
anguish and reproach, jostled me
sharply out of my usual Indifference.
1t caused me to forget entirely for the
moment the haggard face of a young
man that I had been watching with
some interest as sat over In a corner
out OF the crowd awaiting delayed
train. 1t was not the face OF a
criminal, but it had the hunted
look of one, and fear and remorse were
plainly stamped upon 1t. The young
man had been pacing nervously up and
down the pavement in front of the
door, and l remembered afterward
that he had stepped inside just mo
ment before I had been startled by the
UT usual cry behind me. Before !
could turn it was repeated:
oh, Tom-you-y-o-u!"
'sOh. Tom-yOu-y-o-u!"
'Iy nerves must be getting bad"
thought. as with creepy feeling al
most of dread turned to see what 1t
was.
Instead of tragedy, comedy, for
what / saw was two maiden ladies.
very prim as to aspect and uncertain
as TO ages, in a great state of excite
ment, trying to pacify parrot, which
e,A,. cI, f1Ir
ing:
"Oh, Tom-you-y-o-u!"
"Oh, my. Oh. my" exclaimed one
OF the ladies, whatever can be the
matter with the bird? He was never
acted like this befCre-isn't it hor-
rible?"
AS arose to go to her assistance,
fer the parrot seemed to be more than
she could manage, l noticed nat 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 the actions of the parrot that drew
my attention 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 r liable.
Whether he saw the parrot or not 1
never knew, but with a groan he
slipped a pistol from his pocket and
put Z 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 theo
ries were advanced as to the cause OF
it. His friends declared that he must
have had some hidden romauce, pre-
sumabiy disappointment in love, and
some impressionable young ladies be
dewed his memory with tears. Those
who knew him better at+-;buted his
act 10 temporary insanity following
long debauch, which was true enough
as far as it went. Many remarked the
coincidence that young Galgwyn and
the uncle that had raised him and
whose heir he was, had died violent
deaths, about each of which a mystery
clung, for this uncle had been MUIR
GtIGd IOOu1 one night d
year before and his murderer had new
or been discovered. But l alone new
that there was any direct connection
beween the deaths of the two men, the
murder of old Joe Branch and the sui
eide of his nephew, Tom Galswyn,
whom the old man had loved as his
own soul.
The curious incident in connection
with the suicide had aroused my curl
osity and took pains TO trace the an
tece6ents Of the man and of the bird.
Caigwyn, left an orphan when 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
duh by Tom when, after a noe too