The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-04-05

hnedY" Dr. I%,urniss looked al INC pa !
per IN cheney's hand and said
"Yes, that's the prescription"
Two doses, / believe. were given the
child, one ats and the ot,;er az 8
o'clock. Coma set IN ana at " O'Clock
that night the child died.
You seem TO be pretty well in
What you say Is correct"
Thank you. You are sure this pre-
scription here Is exactly as 1t was when
you gave IT to Jorkins, the butler, TO
Precisely. Why all this question:
ing. Colonel Cheney? The prescription
speaks for itself. DIR. Stuyvesant, here.
can doubtless identity my handwrit-
ing"
quite true: the doctor has already
done so. l admit it is all your hand
writing. But 1 also know" n here
Colonel Cheney arose, pointed his fin
ger at Or. f'urniss and in a voice tense
with Indignation continued: Il know
when you gave the butler the prescrip-
ton it read: "rincture of opii.' The
word '~Camphorated' was not there"
Furniss turned as pale as a ghost,
but gazed at Cheney unfinchingly. Tho
latter continued:
when the child died your profess
sional instinct and knowledge told you
1T was a drug, not disease, that killed
~ - W MOilNlcI MIltl WAS
in the compound. Haviland, though
torn with grief, had sense enough to
AXE the bottle for examination. You
couldn't destroy hat evidence, if evil
dence there was. AT 10 the next morn
ing you went into Rhodus' drug store.
doubtless purposeiy going in at a time
When you knew Simpson was alone.
You saw the prescriptions: "Tincture of
opif stood out in glazing letters, ac-
cusing you of criminal carelessness.
But you have a fertile mind, DR.. Fur
Mss; you realized your mistake, and
told the young man you wanted NOR
prime tablets for your hypodermic case.
He went to a small room where poi
sons are kept, and while he was gone
YOU quickly wrote 'C-A-M-P-H' after
'0pii.. Clever, my lear doctor, damned
clever, but You OvcrStepped once" The
doctor started to interrupt. but Cheney
continues: Wait, I'm not through yet.
The afternoon YOU were called to Hav-
lands you We're attending a reception
at the orrins'. 1t was a pretty gay
drank several h~ighballs. besides nu-
merous potions of punch. Your condi-
ton was decidedly uncertain, though
you had good control of your physical
actions. Now. doctor, what about it %
Layton and Or. Stuyvesant looked on
with wondering eyes. Furniss had paled,
but later regained his equilibrium. after
Cheney was through he said:
well, what about it? You nave con-
cocted a clever story, but it's all a series
of damned l~ies-what can you prove?
Nothing. Your trap is we'll laid, but
don't walk into it," Here the doctor got
very sarcastic and continues: "Of what
ava will your improbable story be against
my word? BAH
The doctor was fine, but Cheney wasn't
through yet, Damn YOU" he said moving
towards the doctor, IT expected that. You
| w0j1l6 fO1.tsfv lrnl1rca1f with $ID 1yp1, cta-,l
ing of your family and the exalted posi-
ton you hold among the profession; you
would sacrifice young Simpson, kill his
poor mother with grief; You would do all
this to save your own worthless self from
the punishment you richly deserve, and
which you are going to get. Listen a min
ute while l play the trump card. The even
ing you wrote the prescription at Havi-
lands house You used a plain black pencil.
The next day in the drug store you got
mold OF the wrong pencil, and used one
with indellble lead to write Camp though
the same color as the other one. There
are two in your pocket now" pointing at
the doctors upper waistcoat pocket.
Look at this" and Col. Cheney moistened
the end of his finger and touched the word
"opii.' and then ~"ca1nph." On the first
word no impression was made, but the
word "Cannph" became a dark purpl.sh
blue. Now, DR.. Furniss, do you deny my
story?"
Layton Good God!'' under
his breath. Stuyvesant stood perfectly
still watching the drama unfold. Furniss'
eyes almost seemed to jump from his head
He looked at Cheney's telltale work fas-
%cinated, like a rabbit does into the eyes Of
q cobra.
WELL" he stammered, what are you
going to do about it?"
DO? From here we three gentlemen are
going to the prosecuting attorneys office
and have the charge against Simpson dis
missed. To do this we shall tell the story.
What the prosecutor will do / don't know.
but he's pretty keen after Crooks Fur
MSS WINGED as Cheney pronounced the
word. Then We're going to have thai
young man reinstated in his position, and
MIR. Haviland put in possession of the
truth. That's all, DIR. Furniss."
Cant this be fixed up?" said ITurniss.
with a sickly smile. He was one of those
persons who supposed that every man had
his price. Just how he got out of that Of
flee, he never could distinctly remember,
but he had a recollection of strong physi-
cal assistance from behind.
An officer was sent by the prosecutor to
arrest him that evening after Cheney had
told his story. But the bird had flown, and
money perhaps saved him from being ap-
pretended.
Mrs. Simpson was a happy little woman
that night when her boy was brought to
Ler Tree from an suspicion. RhoduS was
glad to get him back.
Col. Cheney" said Mrs. Simpson. while
tears of joy ran down her cheek, how can
l ever repay you for what you lave done
for US? How-How-'
You have already repaid me, Mrs.
Simpson-paid me in fun said the COL
onel, with a bright smile.
But / don't understand-how?" faltered
the little woman.
The smile on your face, the light in
your eye, the joy in your heart. are full
recompense for all I have done"
God bless you colonel"
Wouldn't Steal Them.
Henry Tyson Hughes, a millionaire OF
Cleveland, entertained in August at his
bungalow at Dark Harbor, Me-, a rich
English cousin.
The cousin, as the custom is abroad, put
his shoes out before his door every night
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