Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-12-15


1epose VIII not be disregardod rl
de had opened the door oone =
no1ulng out his hand for the kew was
gave 1t to him and followod
mechanically. He left the door out
ana followed to the bottom of " 1S
stairs. 'OH OF the
And now if you'll pardon mo-
said, IN say good-by to Won, h ne
I've some packing to do and orant
be at It." W 0usnt 10
why, you're not going to leave ,ho
city?" | asked. 'e 'ne
We'll no, not today; but the iig,s
up with me here, and it's only n ones
ton of time-I can't hold orr -
longer-as our rural friend rar,on,-.
Money matters is mighty sceerce : and
If | don't put out shortly I'll have =,
fold my tent like the Bedouin and 81.
lently plagiarize awayp"
III could be of any assistance 70
you" / began, but he checked M,
abruptly with, "Oh, no, don't reouirs
1t, | assure you; I've two dollars -
your one, doubtless. Thank Won ms.
the same, and good-by. Here's nv
card; it's not my name, however hut
it'll answer; I'll not see Won again
though you should live to be as bald
as brickyard, for, my dear younv
friend. I'm going away. Good-by. and
may all good things overtake your
He gripped my hand like wise. and
turning quickly, went skipping up the
stairway two steps at time.
"Good-by!" / called to him, sorrow
fully; then turned reluctantly away
examining the card he had given me.
which, to my establishment, was not
his card at all, but a railroad ticket
emitting the bearer to a ride from
Danyille, Illinois, to York, Pennsyl
vania; this fact / remember quite dis
tinctly, as | read it over and over. re-
volving in my mind the impression that
this was but another instance of his
eccentricity, or perhaps a trick by
which l might be yictimized in some
undreamed of way. But upon second
thought concluded it to be simply a
mistake, and so turned back and called
him to the window above and ex-
planned.
He came down and begged my par
don for the trouble he had given me.
took the ticket, thanked me, and said
good-by again.
But" said |, 'you haven't given me
your real card in exchange"
"Oh, no matter!" he said smilingly.
"Call me Smith, Jones or Robinson,
it's all the same; good-by, and don't
forget your old friend and well wisher,
the Adjustable Lunatic" And even
thus he vanished from my sight for
ever.
The remainder OF the day and half
of the night / spent in studious CON
temptation of the curious composition,
but without arriving at any tangible
conclusion. / am still engaged with
my investigation. Sometimes the
meaning seems almost within my men
tai grasp; but, balancing, adjusting.
and comparing its many curious bear
ings, find my judgment persistently
at fault. 1t has puzzled and Devil
dered me for weeks. No line of it
but canters through my brain like a
fractions nightmare; no syllable but
fastens on my fancy like leech, and
sucks away the life blood of my every
thought. l am troubled, worried, fret
ted, vexed, and haunted; and l write
this now in the earnest hope that wis
er minds may have an opportunity Of
making it a subject of investigation,
and because one week ago today my
eyes fell upon the following special
telegram to The indianapolis Journal;
Peru, Ind, April 12.-An unknown
man committed suicide in the east
ward-bound train on the Wabash 'oa1,
just below Waverly, at about eleven
o'clock this morning. He had IN his
possession, besides the revolver with
which he shot himself, a ticket from
Danv:lle, Illinois, to York, Pennsyi-
vania, gold watch, $40 in money,
small valise, and some letters and 9th
er papers which indicated his name TO
be George S. Clothing.
He was shot twice in the region OF
the heart. and his revolver showed that
between the first and last shots two
cartridges missed fire.