Ladysmith news. [volume] (Ladysmith, Wis.) 1906-1907, 1907-03-23


crossed it finally on stepping stones,
paused a moment by the side of bare
nut tree, leaped the fence, and dashed
off through a grass field. Keeping
steadily on, he made for the grounds
Of the Park, passed the drained pond,
and the frost-ruined garden, and push
ing before the Enclosure where slept
the Harrison dead, he lifted his head
and gave utterance to howl so wild,
so savagely unearthly, that 1t chilled
the blood in the veins Of those who
heard. An instant he paused, and then
dashing through the hedge, was lost 30
view.
"He is found! My master is found!'
said Pietro, solemnly, removing his cap,
and wiping tear from his eye. For
the man was attached to Mr.. Paul Lin
mere, il his rough way, and the tear
was one of genuine sorrow.
His companions looked at each other.
Alexandrine grasped the arm of Mar
gle, and leaned heavily upon her.
''Let us go to the house" she fall
tered, ''I cannot bear it,
"I will know the worst" said Mar
gle, hoarsely, and they went on to-
gether.
1t was so singular, but no one had
thought to look within the graveyard
enclosure; perhaps if they had thought
of it, they judged it impossible that a
murderer should select such a locality
for the commission of his crime.
Mr.. Darby opened the gate, entered
the yard, and stopped. So did the
others. All saw at once that the
search was ended. Across the path
leading to the graves of Mr. and Mrs.
Harrison, lay Paul Linmere. He was
white and CHASTITY; his forehead bare,
and his sightless eyes wide open, look
ing up to the sun Of monday. His
right hand lay on his breast, his left
still tightly grasped the turf upon
which it had fixed it's hold in the cruel
death agony. His garments were stiff
with his own blood, and the dirk knife,
still buried to the hilt in his heart, told
the story of his death.
Leo crouched little way off, his eyes
jubilant, his tail beating the ground,
evincing the greatest satisfaction. All
present knew that the dog rejoiced at
the death of his master.
Alexandrine took a step toward the
dead man, her back to the horror
stricken group by the gate. She stopped
suddenly, and lifted something from
the ground.
Darby, alert and watchful, was by her
side in a moment
What have you there?" he de-
manded.
''My glove which dropped she an
swered, quietly, holding up the dainty
| bit Of embroidered kid.
The detective turned away satisfied
| but Margie saw the girls hand shake,
and her lips grow pale as marble, the
moment Darbys keen eye was removed
from her face.
The discovery of the remains was fol-
| lowed by a long and tedious investiga-
| ton There was an inquest, and a
rigid examination of every person who
could by any possibility be imagined
capable Of throwing any light on the
murder, and after all was over, the
mystery was just as dark as it was at
first
Nothing was found to furnish the
slightest clue to the assassin except a
white cambria handkerchief just inside
the graveyard marked with the single
initial "A' in one corner. This hand
kerchief might have belonged to the
murderer, and it might have belonged
to Mr.. Linmere-that could not be de-
termined The article was given into
the keeping of Mr.. Darby; and after
three days lying in state at Harrison
Park, the body of Mr.. Linmere was
taken to Albany, where his relatives
were buried, and laid away for its last
| sleep.
Mr.. Trevlyn offered a large reward for
the apprehension Of the murderer or
i for information which would lead TO
his apprehension; and the town au-
thorities offered an equal sum. Mr.,
Darby was retained to work upon the
case, and there it rested
Margie uttered no word in the mat
ter. She was stunned by the sudden