Salt Lake Telegram | 1906-07-27 | Page 10 | The Tragedy

THE TRAGEDY. They burst into" loud laughter at Dutchy's nonsense. The sound- had scarcely died away when the door opened and Dennin came in. All turned to look at him. He was carrying a fihotgun. Even as they looked, he ifted it to his shoulder and fired twice. At the first shot Dutchy sank upon the table, overturning his mug of coffee, his yellow mop of hair dabbling in his plate of mush. Hia forehead, which pressed upon the near edge of the plate, tilted the plate up against his hair at an angle of forty-five degrees. Jlar-key Jlar-key was in the air, in his spring to his feet, at the second shot, he pitched face down upon the floor, his 'My God!" gurgling and dying in his throat. It was the unexpected. Hans and Edith were stunned. They sat at the table, their bodies tense, their eves fixed in a fascinated gaze upon the murderer. Dimly they aaw him through the smoke of the powder, and, in the silence nothing was to be heard save the drip-drip of Dutchy 's spilled coffee cof-fee on the floor. Dennin threw open the breech of the shotgun, ejecting the empty shells. Holding the - gun with one hand he reached with' the other into his pocket for fresh shells. ' He was thrusting the shells into the gun when Edith Nelson was aroused to action. It was patent that he intended intend-ed to kill Hans and her. For a space of possibly three seconds of time she had been dazed and paralyzed by the ' horrible and inconceivable form in which the unexpected had made its appearance. ap-pearance. Then she rose to it and grappled with it. From "The TJnex-- TJnex-- nee ted," by Jack London in the August McClure's.