The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1913-02-20
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l vas 10 desp In thought that there
was neither sight in my eyes nor hear.
ing In my ears. Yet the eyes will not
be denied their rights. 4 feeling cane
over me that some part Of ny brain
was trying to tell ne something. 1t
came more and mors forcsfully. Ny
eyes were seeing something which
they we're trying to compel me to no
tice.
What was It!
IpulIed myself together with Q start
and looked about me.
With an exclamation Of horror
sprang from the bench and gased into
the lake Just In front Of me. Floating
ON the surface. not ffty feet from
where had been sitting. was the
body Of . woman.
"Other suicides. other suici6ss"-
Davis remark Of two days before kept
jisging through my brain. Other sui
cides! Katharine. Elssr, the woman
at Ardway-his prophecy had bsen
right-and was this another in the
terrible chAtnr
l ran like . madman toward the
park entrance. where l remembered
l had passed . policeman. 1t was
with relief that l found him still
there.
There's . woman-drowned-in the
lake" gasped. pointing over my
shoulder.
He ran back to the lake with mo
and together We waded out in the shall
low water where the body lay. In my
horror at the unexpected sight l had
not stopped to note her appearance,
nor could have told whether she
was young or old, dark or fair.
looked at her now with more than
interest-with . feeling Of sorrow. Of
understanding. The deed Of Katha-
rine Parrish had brought me to =
closer sympathy with unfortunate per
sons Influenced to seek death. As l
saw that this poor girl was young and
fair l sadly wondered what tragedy
had driven her to drowning.
Never shall l forget the impression
the picture Of this suicide made on
me! She lay on her back. with long
blonde tresses Of well.kept hair fioat-
Ing out on either side Of her shapely
head Her eyes were closed. but her
shapely brows and long dark lashes
made her face comely even In death.
Her clothing. l observed. was we'll
made. and though wet and soiled as it
was by the water it still gave the i'm
preston Of neatness.
We grasped the body gently by the
arms and drew 1t in to the bank. where
We lifted 1t to the park bench on
which had been sitting.
i wonder If there is anything about
her to identify her by? said the po-
liceman. and together we looked.
Apparently there was nothing. There
were no rings on her hands, though
the fingers were those Of a woman of
refinement. The ofiicer turned back
the collar of her coat, but the name
OF the maker had been cut away.
She didn't want nobody to know
who she was. guess" he said after
hasty examination. They generally
try to hide their Names"
Yes. suppose they do" said
alphabetically.
I've got to go over to the arsenal
and report this and send for the wag-
on. VIII you wait till l come back?
l won't be long"
"I'll wait" said.
He disappeared up the path and
was left alone with the body. As l
sat there, meditating on the mystery
that had caused SO many other trag-
edies. l became conscious OF the fact
that one OF this girls hands was
closed. as II. even in death. she was
striving to conceal something.
STOPPING over. gently pressed back
the stifrentng fingers.
An exclamation Of horror came to
my lips as l saw what had been con.
cealed there. -
1t was little scrap Of yellow paper
could hardly believe my eyes. 1t
must be that this poor girl here was
another OF the victims In the banning
chain Of crime l was seeking to un-
ravel. I held the water-soaked fras.
ment up to the light. but there was
nothing on it--not a word. Yet there
was no mistaking the color and tex.
turs Of the paper. 1t was undoubtedly
the same that Louise and had found
in Katharine's room after she had
tried to kill hsrself. 1t was the same
that the police had discovered in An.
drew Elslers room. There was no
question in my mind but that It was
the same that the woman in Ardway
had torn up before she hanged herself
in The little hotel. But what was the
tie between them! What could be the
mysterious import Of this yellow let.
ter that drove its recipients to death :.
Here was one fragment Perhaps I
could ind other scraps-nerh.p., ~.