The Huttig news., 1910-04-16

I'm afraid it's too late, but I'm not ex perienced in such matters"
 Together we opened the curtains. and the doctor, bending down, gave a comprehensive glance that took in the rolling head, the relaxed jaw, the ugly stain on the sheet. The examination needed only a moment Death was written in the clear white of the nos trils, the eolorless lips, the smooth ing away of the sinister lines of the night before. With it's new dignity the face was not unhandsome. the gray hair was still plentiful, the feat ures strong and we'll cut
 The doctor strengthened himself and turned to me. Dead for some time, " he said, running professional finger over the stains. These are dry and darkened, you see, and rigor mortis is we'll established friend oi yours ?''
 1 s.I don't know him at all,' replied Never saw him but once before.''
 Then you don't know if he is tray cling alone?"
 "No, he was not-that is, I don't know anything about him. I correct ed myself. It was my first blunder; md then turned his attention again to he body Like flash there had come Q me the vision of the woman with the bronze hair and the tragic face, whom I had surprised in the vesti- bule between the cars, somewhere in the small hours of the morning l had lcted on my first impulse-the mascu- line one of shielding woman.
 The doctor had unfastened the coat of the striped pajamas and exposed the dead mans chest. On the left idle was small punctured wound of insignificant size.
 "Very neatly done," the doctor said with appreciation. Couldn't have done it better myself. Right through the intercostal space; no time even to grunt"
 Isn't the heart around there some where?" I asked The medical man turned toward me and smiled au- sterely.
 That's where it belongs, just under that puncture, when it isn't gadding around in a mans throat or his boots. "
 I had a new respect for the doctor, for any one indeed who could crack even a feeble joke under such circum- stances, or who could run an imper- sonal finger over that wound and those stains. Odd how a healthy, nor. nal man holds the medical profession in half contemptuous regard until he gets sick. or an emergency like this arises, and then turns meekly to the man who knows the ins and outs oi | his mortal tenement, takes his pills oy his patronage, ties to him like a rudderless ship in gale.
 Suicide, is it, doctor?" I asked.
 He stood erect. after drawing the ] bed-clothing over the face, and, ta- king off his glasses, he wiped them i slowly
 No. it Is not suicide" he announced l decisively "It is murder" l Of course, had expected that, but the word itself brought shiver. I WdS Just a pll uiZHy' Sdi tOdo AuSOo | through the car were turned toward us. and could hear the porter behind me breathing audibly. A stout wom- l an in negligee came down the aisle and querulously confronted the DOT l ter She wore pink dressing-iacket and carried portions of her clothing.
 Porter" she began, in the voice of the lady who had "dangled," is there a rule of this company that will al low woman to occupy the dressing l room for one hour and curl her hair with an alcohol lamp while respect, able people haven't a place where they can hook their"
 She stopped suddenly and stared in. to lower ten. Her shining pink cheeks