Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1904-04-05

venture to let her go alone I went with
ner to Tallahassee.
AS | had expected and dreaded, the |
cemetery superintendent recognized me
as Mr.. Hargreave, but it seemed to
fortunately escape her notice. He made
no difficulty about allowing the grave
to be opened, but postponed it until
the next day, as the hour was then
late. To my great relief, Immediately
after dinner Miss Bell carried her grief
to her room. At least l so suppose, as
saw no more of her that evening,
though | have since suspected other
wise. My friend, the city editor,
chanced to drop in. was glad to see me,
ana we had "A little mild conviviality.
While we were in the barroom l no
tlced loating about the door Il fat and
ragged darby whose walk and attitudes
seemed vaguely familiar fancied once
that he wished to speak to me, but my
editorial companion was in the way,
ana when | thought of him again he
had disappeared, driven away by some
one, no doubt
The next morning | accompanied
Miss Bell to the cemetery. The super
lntendent was quite ready for us. A
couple OF darkies were just raising the
collin to the piled earth beside the
opened grave. Three or four men who
had been aimlessly stroling about
reading Inscriptions and admiring mon
uments joined our little group, looking
on curiously. Their presence did not
seem likely to be an interference, and
l thought 1t best not to object. Miss
Bell stood beside me, tightly clutching
my right arm.
Under my direction the coffin was
opened, as upon the former occasion, so
as to merely expose the glass There
did not appear to have been the slight
est change in the handsome face upon
which we looked. 1t was as fresh and
naturally colored as If poor Harry had
been alive. Miss Bell bent down, gaz-
ing intently at it, and fancied, though
l could hardly believe my senses, that
she was shaking as if with suppressed
laughter. Mysteries in another min
ute," l said to myself But instead Of
that she drew herself up and, to my
horror, ordered: Take the lid off en-
tirely. l want to see all that is left Of
my dear Harry
Not on your lifer' shouted, for
the idea scared me more than you can
imagine. But in a moment my mind
got its second wind. so to speak, and
continued, with dignity. Even mad
passion must respect the sanctity of
the tomb" She insisted; protested.
Never did l see mule so obstinate as
dainty, blue eyed little Flossie Bell
Finally l fatty declared l would not
allow the coffin to be opened. Upon
that she got nip like little steel
wise on my arm and in commanding
tone said to the men l had supposed
innocent strangers: Benson, Whitley
take OF that lid! Wright. catch that
niggerw pointing at the same fat darby
had seen the night before and who
was now lounging near by. -e
The darby started to run. but Wright
got him in three jumps and handcuffed
! him. l tried to break loose. and she
showed the muzzle Of revolver under
!. my nose. At the same instant a sturdy
villain whose name did not catch un
dertook to put the bracelets on me
and, though l put up pretty good
fight, he succeeded. Just then that city
editor Joined US, and I never saw
man seem 90 surprised.
, While perforce stood looking on II
. helpless rage the CONN was opened
Dear Hary's face was an admirable