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—— Sr, The New York ‘Sharp.’ 29 A doctor, who had formed one of the crowd, roposed to examine the body, and see the na- ure of the wound. The coat was hastily taken off, then the vest removed. The shirt, stained with blood, plain- ly showed where the fatal blow had been dealt. z single straight thrust in the back, close to the spine. ‘ *‘A powerful, muscular man must have giv- en this blow, and he knew exactly where to strike. Death must have followed the blow al- most instantly,” said the doctor, when he had finished his examination. ; And thus Loyal Tremaine met his death. Struck down by the hand of an unknown as- sassin in the open street, in the broad glare of the sunlight; the street, Broadway, crowded with people, and yet no more trace of the as- sassin that had struck the fatal blow than if he had sunk into earth, or melted into the air, af- ter dealing the death-stroke. This is no fiction, reader; the death that we have described took place as we have described it, in the same spot, and at the same hour, yet to this day, the murderer has not been discov- ered, The old adage that “murder will out,” yin proved to be a false one in our modern ays. The body of Tremaine was borne to his house, and then, after a few days, deposited in his long home, beautiful Greenwood, the City of the Dead, there to rest till the last trumpet should wake him, to sleep no more. Not the slightest clew to the murderer of Tegal Tremaine could be found. A reward of a thousand dollars was offered by the mayor of the city, another thousand by the afflicted fam- ily of the dead man, and the detectives left no stone unturned to find some clew to the assas- sin. But it was all in vain; and the next tra- y turned the attention of the public from he affair. It was soon forgotten by all, save the family who mourned a father lost. About a week after Tremaine’s death, Doctor Dornton, in company with some of his profes- sional brethren, had occasion to visit the luna- tic asylum on Blackwell’s Island. After the Doctor had finished his examina- tion, and was about to depart, one of the at- ba ants, happening to remember, suddenly ‘* By the way, doctor, we’ve got a new pa- tient here who mentions ro name very fre- emer in his ravings. think he’s been un- er your care at some time.” ‘* Ah, well, I’d like to see him,” replied the doctor. So Dornton was conducted to the bed of the man who in his madness had spoken his name. ‘“What is the matter with him?’ asked the doctor, as they approached the bed in which lay the patient. ‘Brain fever,” replied the attendant; ‘‘he has sustained a fracture of the skull—not re- cently, for the wound is completely healed, but evidently some years ago. It probably affected the brain, though, and some recent excitement has produced this attack.” The doctor stood by the side of the bed, and looked upon the sick man. To his utter aston- ishment, he discovered that the patient was no other than the man he had known as James Whitehead, the secretary of Loyal Tremaine. ‘“‘My goodness!” exclaimed the doctor, in as- tonishment, ‘‘ can it be possible?” The man’s face had changed greatly since the doctor last looked upon it. Before it was pale and careworn, but now it was the face of a corpse. The thin white hair straying around the forehead gave it a ghastly look. ‘Who brought him here?” asked the doctor. “The police. ‘They picked him up insensible I believe, in Thirtieth street. The strangest thing about it was that he had on a black wig. It was the most natural one that I ever_saw; it made him look like aman of forty. He’s evi- dently been a sailor in his young days, for there’s a small anchor in India ink on his arm. ‘*Ts he likely to live?” ‘ ‘‘No: I didn’t think he would survive the night.” _ Then the sick man opened his eyes—the great, staring black eyes, that glared so wildly around. He turned convulsively in the bed, as if in agony. eC He is dying!” cried Dornton. The prac- ticed eye of the physician saw the approach of death. ; : ; The dying man gasped convulsively in his agony, his lips moved and uttered a single word —the doctor's listening ears caught that word— then with a slight groan, the soul of the sick man—Walter Averill—took its flight to another world. ) q The sailor husband—the avenger of his wron —Alfred Brown, the human blood-hound—di with a word upon his lips, and that word was a woman's name—it was; ‘ctine!” THE END 33-—Strangely Wed. THE NEW YORE | Fireside Library. 1—Was She His Wife? By Mrs. Mary eeu Crowell. cas. ss « DUR 10 cents. 2—Fleeing From Love. 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