The Washington times., 1908-11-22
4 Story From One Who
Passes, to All IntentS and
Purposes, Through the VAL.
ley of Shadows.

no fear. All the terrorz I had known
for the last three or four days were
creatures Of darkness.
Before reached the station, however.
there flashed across my mind thought
that caused me 10 slsckers my steps.
/ had been branded as > murderer!
voluntarily I Shrank - the nght
Of a switch lantern that ha.1 been ap-
preaching, and I crept into sne shadow
OF a building beside the track. There.
seated on piece Of rusted iron piping,
made my first attempt 10 take sober
view OF the situation.
/ was clad in my Tuxedo suit, which
had been requiaoioned as shroud.
Was hatles. and the expansive white
bosom Of my shirt had been stained
gifh the blood thst had flowed from the
knucSles with which I had 80 violently
and Intellectually hammered the lid OF
nag cssket.
II was plain that my appearance was
sufficiently conspicuous 10 attract the
attention Of any person that ! might
meet. Despite n. mental and physical
wreteheAness. 7 smiled as found my
self perfunCtorily searching my peck
ets. Tie proverbial pennies might be
placed on dead mans eyes. but was
unable 20 remember any instance,
stree the tinae Of the ancient Egyp-
tians. where IL was recorded that coins
were placed in dead mans pockets
ImpecuuiouE. half-fsmished, conspic-
uously grotesaue, covered with blood.
charged with murder. and pronounced
legally dead. where was TO go? What
was I TO so? Where was { 10 go?''
What time was it? I felt for my
watch then cursed nay folly What
cemetery was this that had been Sc
lected FOR my interment? l did not
know
turned up the collar Of my coat and
drew the iapeis together across the
bosom or my shirt. Then once more
advanced utfousiy in the direction Of
the station. The platform was desert
ed. and this fact emboldened me TO ap-
proacn nearer. BY the Hight OF two
giimnering LAMPS. ] deciphered on
signboard the name OF the station:
'Treelawn.T
; rememberea now that in the course
Of a trip that / had made 10 Mt
Vernon 20 spend a Sunday with Tom
Buckner, I had seen from the train
window . large cemetery
What Is that. Tom" / had asked
TreeiaVn." he had replied.
AsI reflected on this incident now
recoiieeted that he had said that the
ML vernon station was only four
miles beyond
Then q new idea occurred 10 me.
why not 20 TO Tom Buckne-2" 1
asked.
As may be remembered, Buckner was
one OF the two men who had idenuhed
me as ] lay In the morsue. He had
been my chum I'm Harvard, ana now
held a responsible position as an cleo
tricaI engineer. He had married a
young woman OF Mt Vernon about a
year before CrandaH and I decided 10
dissolve partnership. On one occasion
] had spent Sunday at his home, and
frequently he had dropped into my
room or 5ffce III New York.
As now reflected upon our former
relationship. ] felt that OF all my
friends there was none on whom ]
might 50 confidently depend as Tom
Buckner. and il was with a much
lighter heart that I thought 7 saw the
hand of a kindly fate shaping my des-
tiny after u had enabled me 20 escape
from he tomb.
I remembered that the cemetery AZ
TreeIawn vas on the left Of the rail
way as the train had borne Us on
toE-ard All Vernon. This gave me
tie necessary cue 10 the direction that
g-ss 10 take, and. hurrying once more
10 .hs track. set out on nay journey,
had advanced Oqiy little distance
or my way Whrl / saw, directly ahead