The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-01-10

SSINsN MUCK, Mistah Huntley, come
avn down here quick. Dey's
been q mu'dah! The negro
bus; driver pounded franticalIy
a9ainstthe3 door of a room on the second floor
Of the Traders hotel.
Here here, what's all that racket out
there Can't q person get a little sleep with
out having lot Of pick le- headed fools tear
Ing up and down the place. The voice, of a
tenor pitch and slightly nasal twang, grad
uallys subsidized indicating that the person
within was lapsing back into slumber.
It's a mu' dab, a bloody, red mu,dah, Mis-
tah Hlintley come down quick, Mr.. Tinchell
says come down quick. 4
Ascreaking Of springs within was fu.ss owed
BY soft footsteps; then the door was ierked
open and the oval face of a tyrieal hotel pro-:
prietor, a portly jovial man, clad in ajamas,
glared upon the trembling bus driver
What do you mean, you black scamp,
you' but Mr.. Huntley. 8 below was cut
short.
Dey's been q mu'dah, i tells you, dey'sS
been a mu'd dab !" E
Go on downstairs and tell them it is posi-
lively against the rules Of this hotel for any
body to commit murder or suicide around
here, Il,
Mistah Huntley, fo' Gawd's sake, dis amt
no joke. Dey's been mu'dah, mu'dall in
debus, II tells you, and de man is down tina all
covered with blood Il
All right, !" muttered Mr.. Huntley, ebut
don't make any more of that internal racket,
or you'll wake up the whole house, or open
the graves in the court house yard
Realizing that something unusual had hap
pence, Mr.. Huntley slammed che door after
bidding the bus driver to run down stairs
In q few minutes he had joined an excited
tfrong in the lobby.
The frightened negro apparently Ind told
the truth. There in the big bus backed up
at the curb lay the apparently lifeless body
4 OF young man, evidently commercial
traveller, with a blood besplattered hole lust
below the top button Of his waistcoat- He
wore a blue serge suit. AT one side another
young man with whitened face whose arms
We're being held by three or four other men
was protesting vehemently.
Here, you" commanded the proprietor.
hurry down the street and wake up DR.. Peck
as quickly as you can and bring him back
here And you," directing another negro.
run over to the police station and call a COP
and tell him to phone Chief Straley." Other.
orders lowed and a feeling Of relief seemed
70 settle upon the throng with a realization
that some one was at last in command.
am a physician. I'll look after the
man.
small man with black beard and glist-
ening gray eyes stepped forward and went
into 1.-The bus. Insone hand he carried small
satchel He was Immediately recognized as
cneaof the hotel guests.
After a hasty. examination, the doctor
came out. Telephone to the Kessler hospital
for an ambulance. He still lives, but he is
inst about gone" Soon atterward the anlbu-
lance with the wounded man and the physic-
Ian inside galloped away.
Inside an inquisition was in progress.
Police Chief Straley had arrived and after
asking several questions had placed the
Young man in the light gray suit under ar
rest I,
You say you. were the only other passen-
ger in the bus n asked the chief.
fortunately, was, replied the young
man.
How did this happ q?
in the world I know about it is that
the man was shot, but how or by whom do
moi lnotu. q We sla,3 ,,asl ~, &, Is