Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-20

running-you remember it was over the banks that night. So wandered out on the bridge, and came upon the gentleman about whom you have been questioning me- He was standing all alone leaning on the rail-thus."
 Here the speaker drew up a chair, and, crossing his arms over it's back, bent his head down over them. 'I did not know him, but the way he eyed the water leaping and boiling in a yellow flood beneath was not the way of a curious man like myself, but of one who was meditating some desperate deed. He was handsome and well dressed, but he looked a miserable wretch and was in state of such complete self absorption that he did not notice me, though I had stopped not five feet from his side. expected to see him throw himself over, but in- stead of that he suddenly raised his head, and, gazing straight before him, not at the heavy current, but at some vision in his own mind, broke forth in these words, spoken as I had never heard words spoken before''
 Here the speakers suffering got the better of him and the district attorney had time to say:
 sWhat were these words? Speak them slowly; we have all the time there is.''
 Instantly the man plucked up heart, and, eying us all impressively, was able to say:
 tsThey were these: She must die! She must dier No name, but just the one phrase twice repeated, She must die! This startled me, and, hardly knowing whether to lay hands on him or to turn about and run, I was moving slowly away when he drew his arms from the rail-like this-and still staring into space added in the same hard and determined voice this one word more, Tonight and, wheeling about, passed me with one blank and wholly uncon- scious look and betook himself toward the city. As he went by, his lips open ed for the third time. Which means he cried, between groan and shriek. "a bullet for her and I wish had heard the rest, but he was out of my hearing before his sentence was fin ished.''
 What time was this?
 "As near half past as possible. It was 6 when I reached home few minutes later.''
 "Ah, he must have gone to the ceme- terry after this''
 T am quite sure of it.''
 Why didn't you follow the manw grumbled Durbin.
 Ut wasn't my business. He was a stranger and possibly mad. I didn't know what to do.'
 "What did you do?"
 Went home and kept quiet my wife was very i'll that night and had my own cause for anxiety"
 You however, read the papers next morning?"
 "No, sir, nor for many days. r!t wife grew constantly worse and for week didn't leave her, not knowing but that every breath would be he last. was dead to everything out side the Sickroom and when she gre better, which was very graduaIiy, we had to take her away, so that I had no opportunity of speaking of this oc- currence to any one till a week ago, when some remark published in con- nection with Mrs. Jeffrey's death re- called that encounter on the bridge I told a neighbor that l believed the man had seen there was MT. Jeffrey, and we looked up the papers and ran over them till we came upon his pie ture. That settled it, and 1 could no longer being free from home anxieties now-hold my tongue, and the police heard'' t
 '"That will do, MT. Gelston,' broke in the major. When we want you again we will let you know. Durbin, see MT Gelston out