New Nick Carter Weekly, No. 39 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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The clerk in the meantime had rushed to one of-the windows which overlooked the street, thrown open the inner blinds, and raised the window. With both the door and window open, a good draught was produced and the foul and dangerous odor was soon carried away. The blinds had been closed prior to the entrance of the two men, and their open- ing sent the full light of day into the - room, The young stranger, with an emotion of fear, turned his eyes toward the bed. It was empty. But the disarrangement of the clothes _ showed that it had been occupied dur- —- ing the night. Took under the bed!’ said the clerk, - jin an awe-stricken tone. He had seen what he took to be a man’s foot from where he stood by the window. _ ‘The young man dropped on his endes. aud looked as suggested. What he saw confirmed his worst fears. - Under the be 1, with his head toward the wall, was the vody of a tall, thin “Dead! !’? was*the discoverer’s agitated exclamation. eg? > - “Perhaps not. Drag take a look at him,” a = The body was dragged forth. — _ The face was livid and the eyes were him out, and let’s Sai “The clerk tore open the man’s shirt, pe ee, -" nd placed his ear over his heart. eee %Ffe’s not dead,’’ he cried _ out, chee Get some whisky down his | thro tif eye can, while I telephone for eee Ar heat la T the victim of asphyxia- tion was lying on the lounge in his room i ge 1 iccsitedt in a rem gious tones with the young man who had _ been _the means ¥ 2 —_— 7 =<. “d —— = _— - - -~ the man was saying, ‘‘but war plumb crazy when I foun’ out thet I’d been swindled. ‘*T jes’ turned on ther gas as a sorta’ ’speriment, en ef it hadn’t er worked all right, I’d er blown out iny brains with thet ther pistol o’ mine.’’ Jasper Orrant sighed. He was not related to the raw-boned, lanky, hatchet-faced, middle-aged man who had made a fool of himself, but there had been a prospect at one time that he might form a legal tie by becoming - his son-in-law. | “Tell me all about your experiences, Mr. Laroche,’’ he said, quietly. ‘Well, Jasper, it’s er story as sorter reflects on the morils of the old man, but Ican’t help it. I’m as honest as the majority o’ folks about, though I bea big-_ ger fule than Bascom’s donkey. “Kz you knowed when you kem sparkin’ ’roun’ the place, Jasper, I had ez fine a farm ez you kin dig up ennywhars in Putnam County, Georgy. ‘Fo’ nigh onto a yere I ben er getten printed truck from some fellah in New York what wanted ter sell me money. _“*Greenbacks 1s sca’ce down in Georgy, Jasper, ez you knows right well yo’'self, so I ’lowed I’d come up yer an’ git some cheap. : ‘The fellah’s name what wrote the let-_ ters is Lafarge, en he worked ther snap in the fines’ kind o’ style. : ‘“Most of the circulars I got war "bout — tariff reform, an’ I’d read away ter ther — last few lines afore I’d strike the milk in > ther cocoanut, so ter speak. <a ““We’re dead apne on ther tariff, down = our way Jasper, an’ all my neighbors go = these same circulars, an’ some of ’em thot — that they spied er chance uv payin’ their tariff on whisky by cheap greenbacks. ‘This yer Lafarge he writ at last reid : me to come ter Elizabeth, N ut up at Sine yer hotel.. -