The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-06-21


chair for the last two years of his life.
The mysterious death, or rather disap-
Dearance, of his elder brother, James
Crayden, seems to have preyed upon
his mind, for it was shortly after that
event that his deluSion began to mani
fest itself.
Mr.. Crayden never vOuchsafed any
explanation of his strange conduct.
There was nothing the matter with
him physically or mentally; the alien
lists found him normal in every way
save FOR his one remarkable idiosyn-
Grassy. His remaining in his chair was
purely voluntary, an act of his own
viii. And now he is dead and the
mystery remains MISUNDERSTANDING
from the Newton CourierTimes.
Briefly. I was Mr. Sedley Crayden's
confidential servant and valet for the
East eight months of his life. During
that time he worked a good deal on a
manuscript that he kept always beside
him, except when he drOwSed or
slept, at which times he invariably
locked it in desk drawer close to his
band.
/ was curious to read what the old
gentleman wrote, but he was too eau
aiOuS and cunning. l never got peep
Mt the manuscript. If he were en-
gagged upon it when l attended on him,
ne covered the top sheet with large
Dlotter. It was I who found him dead
I'm his chair, and it was then that
took the liberty of abstracting the
manuscript l was very curious to
read it, and l have no excuses to offer.
After retaining it in my secret pos
session for several years, and later
ascertaining that Mr.. Crayden left no
surviving relatives. / have decided to
make the nature of the manuscript
known. It is very long, and l have
omitted nearly all of it, giving only the
more lucid fragments. 1t bears all the
earmarks of disordered mind, and va
rious experiences are repeated over
and over, while much is so vague and
fncoherent as to defy comprehension.
Nevertheless, from reading it myself,
venture to predict that if an exca-
Yation is made in the main basement,
somewhere in the vicinity of the foun-
EiatiOn Of the great chimney, a collec-
ton of bones will be found which
should very closely resemble those
which James Crayden once clothed in
mortal flesh.-Statement of Rudolph
Heckler.
Here follow the excerpts from the
manuscript made and arranged by
Rudolph Heckler:
L never killed my brother. Let this
be my first word and my last. Why
should I kill him? We lived together
in unbroken harmony for twenty years.
We were old men, and the fires and
tempers of youth had long since
burned out We never disagreed even
over the most trivial things. Never
was there such amity as ours. We
were scholars. We cared nothing for
the outside world Our companionship
and our books were all-SatiSfying.
Never were there such talks as we
held. Many q night we have sat up
till two or three in the morning con-
Versing. weighing opinions and judg-
ments, referring to authOrities-in
short, we lived at high and friendly
intellectual attitudes.
He disappeared. I suffered a great
shock. Why should he have disap-
peared? Where could he have gone?
lit was very strange. 1 was stunned.
They say 1 was very sick for weeks.
INT was brain fever. This was caused
by his inexplicable disappearance. 1t
was at the beginning of the experience
Il hope here to relate that he disap-
peared.
How 1 have endeavored to find him
I am not an excessively rich man, yet
have | offered continually increasing
rewards. / have advertised in all the
papers, and sought the aid of all the
detective bureaus. At the present mo-
,nnent the rewards have out aggregate
!oyer fifty thousand dollars.
They say he was murdered. They
also say murder will out. Then l say,
why does not his murder come out?
Who did it? Where is he? Where is
Jim? My Jim.
! We were so happy together. He had
n remarkable mind, most remarkable
mind, so firmly founded, so widely in
formed, so rlgidly logical, that it was
iaoA at all strange that we agreed in
nlTT things. DisSenSion was unknown
between us. Jim was the most truth
fal man / have ever met. In this, too,
we were similar, as we were similar
IN our intellectual honesty. We never
sacrificed truth to make point. We
had no points to make, we so thor
i0ughly agreed. 1t is absurd to think
that we could disagree on anything
under the sun.
wish he would come back. Why
aid he go? Who can ever explain it?
u am lonely now. and depressed with
grave forebodings-fri by ter
rors that are of the mind and that put
at naught all that my mind has ever
conceived Form is mutable. This is
the last word of positive science. The
dead do not come back. This is incon-
lfroyertibIe. The dead are dead, and
that is the end of it, and of them.
And yet I have had experiences here
here, In this very room, at this very