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Show AX UGLY MYSTERY. The Coroner Set at Defiance An Overdose Over-dose of Morphine. Coror cr Harris has a mystery on his hands aud the man w ho holds the kep to it bids him defiance. Train Dispatcher Spencer of the Union Pacific railway appeared at the morgue this morning and reported that at 104 East Second Sec-ond South" street a death had occurred at midnight under suspicious circumstances, and that up to that hour the remains were lying in the deathbed, no provision having hav-ing been made for their interment. Summoning Sum-moning the driver of the morgue watron the coroner visited the house but at the threshold was confronted by a little fellow fel-low with an olive, South-sea-Island complexion com-plexion who seemed to be much annoyed by the visit and informed the coroner he would shoot the first man who laid hands on the pale, shrunken lady. Baffled, ths coroner mounted his wagon and drove back to the morgue. He had simply learned that the name of decedent ; was Mrs. Long. The reporters were notified noti-fied and called on the coroner. lie was as destitute of news as sheol is of icebergs. Their attention was turned to the portals of death. L'pon iu pillars were posted signs of "furnished rooms and boarding by the day or week." A ring at the door bell brought a messenger in his shirt sleeves. He made a stagger and was on the eve of blurting out something when checked by footfalls of an advancing figure that reached the door in the squatty, dark visaged fellow who had bluffed the coroner. He was blunt and sullen. The interviewer adopted conciliatory tactics and finally learned that Mrs. Louise Lang had crossed over the range at midnight and that her remains would be shipped to AVichita, Kan., for interment, "Her father," fath-er," said the dark-visaged informant, "Dr. A. J. Longsdorff has ordered it, and sent f 500 for expenses." "How long has she been ill?" persisted the interviewer. "About 15 years," replied the little man. "She was taken down with typhoid fever which left her with rheumatism and she died last night with black vomit." "And what produced that?" "We gave her morphine; but don't say anything of that." "Does she leave any relatives a husband, children?" "A daughter only I'm her own cousin." "And her husband?" "She was divorced from him but don't say anything 'bout that; I don't want anything any-thing sensational to get in the papers, for we are going to ship her remains to her father." The interview closed with a stalwart bang of the door, the interviewer making a mental amendment that the remains would be shipped by permission of the authorities, authori-ties, and not before. An air of mystery surrounds the w-hole affair. The woman died from black vomit superinduced by morphine. She died iu the atmosphere of Franklin avenue. Those in custody of the remains refuse io have them inspected. Let the police take hold and investigate the mystery before night. |