The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-12-23

"No, no, J" and sandstrom
shook his head vigorously. "It
bane like a droog."
"a droog?"
drugs, 1 suppose you mean, -
said Berg. What sort of a
drug? Camphor? Peppermint
Or, say, did it smell like prussic
acid? Peach pits?. Bitter al
monds? Hey?'
"Ay tank Ay don It know those
names. But it smell bad. And
it had molasses.n
You stick to that molasses
Well, then | say it's an old mo-
lasses bottle long since discard
ed, and time and the weather had
sunk it in the mud"
Ma, not Weathers. It bane
buried by somebody. Ay tank
the murderer.
1.-The WITNESSES thinks would
be Of more value" said the DO
liccman who had brought the
bottle, IF we hadn't found this
bit OF property also, in his
shanty."
And then, before the eyes of
all present, he undid a parcel
containing a blood-stained hand
kerchief! Blood-soaked, rather,
for its original white was as in
carnadlned as the hypothetical
seas.
Hid in between their mat
tresses,' he added; Clocks like
that settles it,"
1t did look that way, but had
there been a question as to the
import Of this mute testimony, it
was answered by the effect on the
two Swedes. The woman sank
back in her chair, almost faint
ing, and the man turned ashy
white, while his face took on the
expression of despair that signi-
fies the death Of the last flicker
of hope.
=" Yours?'' asked the coroner,
pointing to the telltale thing and
looking at Sandstrom.
"Na! !" and the blue eyes
looked hunted and afraid. cay
bane found it near the body-''
Yes, you did! Quit lying
now, and own up! You re caught
with the goods on. The Jig is up,
so you may as well confess de-
Gently. You hid this in your
"Yes, Ay hid it, but it is not
mine. Ay found it near
"Don't repeat that trumped-
up yarn You killed that man!
What did you do with the
knife?"
"Ay got ma knife
Z" Yes, you have! Lots Of
knives. Come, Mrs. Sandstrom,
what have you to say?'
But the Swede woman could
only incoherently repeat that
her husband had brought home
the handkerchief, and declared
ne had found it, as he had found
the bottle, near the dead body
Of a strange man. They had hid
den it quickly, lest some of the
police come to their house; and
the bottle they had washed to get
rid Of the foul odor.''
She's in earnest said the
coroner, looking sharply at her,
he told her this tale and she
believes it, even yet. Or if she
loesn' t, she'll stick to it that she
does. You see, it all hangs to-
gether. Sandstrom killed Mr..
Trowbridge, and probably the
dying man did call him Cain, and
cry out Wilful murderp for this
fellow wouldn t be likely to make
up such a speech. But it referred
to himself and he tried to place
it on another. The bottle story
is a made-up yarn, by which he
clumsily tried to imply a poison
ing. The lead pencil found there,
is Mr.. Trowbridge's own; the
queer telephone call had moth
ing to do with the affair, and
there you are!''
The case was certainly plain
enough. The stained handker-
chief showed clearly that it had
been used to wipe bloody blade.
The long red marks were unmis-
taxable. There was no chance
that it might have been used as
bandage or aid to an injured per-
son. The stains spoke for them