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Show J ust llumaa.ll. The policeman felt tbe man's wrlsta and heart. "He's done for." said one, solemnly. Tho doctor arrived and made a hasty examination. "Dead," he whispered. "Hla skull Is smashed to a Jelly." The umbulaiiee came, rol lowed by a throng. "No noed af me," an Id Hie surgeon. "You want the Morgue wagon." Ho drove niphlly away, Tbe .Morgue wagon was telegraphed tele-graphed for. Tbe mini who bad wusbed away the blood opened tbe towel and placed It over the battered features. A resident or the heights brought a sheet and threw It over Ike body, (some cards In the ilm.l uiud's pockets were taken ror Ideutltlcatlon purposes. When the Morgue wagon had gone Willi Its burden a quaint character known su "Cracjr Jim" borrowed bor-rowed a shovel and covered up the blood stained earth Willi fresh loam. Victor .Smith, in the New York I'resa. |