Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1905-09-30

In a hole knew Of at the foot Of II.
Nobody would look for 1t there. Not
twenty people In year ever go near the
Gray Wether. Then l walked down the
hill on the other side and got to Crims-
pound, where l meant to hide the other
bag with the box in It,
Tell them, if you ever get away from
this awful place that the box lies on
the side nearest Hamil, where three
stones piled one above the other make
sort of little cave. The stones are In
the corner, and are the first you come to
on your way down. There | put the
box. went on walking all the way
without stopping-except to sit down
bit-to Plymouth. There l got a news
paper, but could read nothing Of the
murder. Then l took the train to Fal-
mouth, and waited there for three days,
and bought a newspaper every day-one
would surely think that a murder In
quiet country place would be reported
but could not find single word about
my murder.
Then l was able to take passage on
board a German ship bound for New
York. | got to New York and l stayed
there till my money was all gone, which
did not take long. There l made the
acquaintance of some men, who told me
to go with them, for they were going
West. They were all, found, men who
had done something, and the police were
anxious to take them. l never told them
what | had done, but they knew 1t was
something, and when they found out that
| knew nothing about robbery and burg
larry aid couldn't cheat at gambling and
the like, they set 1t down that it must be
murder. But they cared nothing, and
went along with them"
Your confession, my friend" said the
German, stopping at this point, "of
what followed-the horse stealing adven-
ture, your own escape, and the untimely
end Of your companions; your honesty in
California, and It's interruption; and your
experience of a Californian PRISONS
all interesting but | cannot waste paper
upon 1t. | return, therefore, to the ma
terial part Of the confession. And with
this | conclude"
Il desire to state that from the first
night that | arrived In New York till
now | have every night been visited by
the ghost of the man | killed. My uncle
stands beside the bed, whether It is In
a bed In crowded room, or on the
ground in the open, or In cabin at sea,
or on the deck, he always comes every
night. His face is white, and the wound
in his forehead is bleeding. Come back
to England he says, and confess the
crime
Il must go back and give myself up
to justice. l will make no more strug-
giles against my fate But because |
am uncertain whether l shall live to
get back, and because | know not how
to escape from this is,and, l wish to
have my confession wrrren and signed,
so that If l die the truth may be told"
Thus ended the paper.
80" said the big German, you &C
knowledge this to be your full and true
confessionT''
~ do"
Sign 1t, then" He produced from his
bag pencil and gave 1t to the man. who
signed, In trembling hand, David
Leighan." Under the signature the Ger
man wrote, "W ltnessed by me, Baron
Sergius Won Holstein." This done, he
replaced the note book In his wallet
THE reason why l wanted you to sign
the paper tonight" he said, as that
there seems as if there might be n chance
of your getting away from the island"
Howl
Look out to sea-"
They were almost pt the extreme south
point of the island-the maps call II
st. George In the west the shores Of
New Britain could be seen, because the
sun was just sinking behind them; to the
south and the east there was open sea.
81 can see nothing"
Look through my glass, then"
II can see a ship--a two-masted sail
ing ship"
She is in quest Of blackbirds. She
VIII probably send a boat ashore. For
tunately for you, the people are all gone
off tc fight. You will, therefore. if she
does send boat here, have a chance of
getting away. If she sails north. and
sends boat ashore fifty miles or so fir
Their up the coast, that boats crew will
be speared. Now, my friend. the sun
IS about to set In ten minutes II will
be dark, and we have neither candles nor
matches. Go to your bed and await the
further commands of the Herr Ghost
your respectable uncle. On the eve If
your departure, if you are to 90 to-mor-
row, he will probably be more peremp-
tory and more terrifying than usual Go
to bed, David, and await the Her
Ghost"