The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-08-23
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After a hard day, Peters sank into
this chair with sigh of relief. And
as he sat within it, he dreamed, And
as he dreamed he saw a woman, none
other than the Doctors wife, who
offered him from time to time, with
unusual persistence, what seemed to
be a wineglassful of wine. He
steadily refused it. She forced it on
him. There was a struggled dream
struggle, and then
Just then Noteworthy Peters woke
woke to find that he was struggling
feebly with his young wife. She was
shaking him with unusual violence.
He resisted this, and sank back into
his chair. He wanted to be left alone
She shouted in his ear, she grappled
with him, she tried to lift him from
the chair. Peters Strengthened up and
made sudden effort, and then stag
gering to his feet fell prone upon the
floor. He knew nothing further for a
space of time. Some people came in,
among them a physician, who did
things to Peters that he constantly at
tempted to resist. He wanted sleep
and plenty of it. He thought he told
them SO, but what he uttered was in
articulate jargon.
He Was sick for whole week. At
the end of that time he was fully re-
covered.
What was it, Doctor?" he asked
of his physician.
The Doctor leaned forward. It's
poison" he replied in a low voice,
and nothing else. Where did you
get it?"
Peters glanced around the room. And
as he did so, his brain quickened and
there came into his mind the details
of the death of John Bartholomew.
Doctor" he exclaimed, 1.-The chair
go, sit in it. 1t is a present to me-
and remarkably fine piece of furni-
ture at that s&
The doctor went Suddenly he
jumped UP as if shot. Then with his
nose quivering he bent his face close
to the woodwork that surrounded the
head piece.
Great Scott!" he exclaimed, thrust
ing his head out of the window for an
instant This is what did the trick.
And there's enough there to kill more
men than you.''
Two days later Peter stood in fur
| niture shop. The proprietors remem-
| bered this piece of furniture; they
had sold it to a young woman who
had paid them in cash.
You sent it," Peters suggested
| eagerly, Ito 200 Baltic street.. That
was the address of the late Bartholo-
new. They looked it up and shook
| their heads. They said that it had
| gone somewhere else. They furnished
the address, and Peters followed it up.
There was nothing there but a dim
gy little chemists shop-the place was
vacated. Peters afterwards discovered
that the police had found that this
chemist, a man of the name of Cold
stein, had been mixed up in too many
nefarious schemes to make his further
sojourn in the city safe.s
That was the story. This woman,
whoever she may have been, that mar
ried DR.. John Bartholomew-and she
| married him primarily for his money,
! that was clear-this woman had de-
| termined to rid herself of him.. And
she did it by this means. Just what
was the poison with which her chemist
had saturated the wood of the chair
| Peters finally discovered. His physi-
clan gave 1t a name. But since that
| time Peters and his wife have had the
chair completely cleaned of the dan
egrous compound and that chair not
| withstanding it was the instrument
| that caused the death of old Barthol-
omew, and notwithstanding that it
was an instrument by which the pri-
waite vengeance of a woman spurned
by him was to be wgeaked upon Hold
worthy Peters-that chair is still
young Peters finest piece of furniture.