Driven from Home; Or, Carl Crawford's Experience Read online

  CHAPTER VIII.

  CARL FALLS UNDER SUSPICION.

  To a person of any age such a sight as that described at the close ofthe last chapter might well have proved startling. To a boy like Carlit was simply overwhelming. It so happened that he had but twice seen adead person, and never a victim of violence. The peculiar circumstancesincreased the effect upon his mind.

  He placed his hand upon the man's face, and found that he was stillwarm. He could have been dead but a short time.

  "What shall I do?" thought Carl, perplexed. "This is terrible!"

  Then it flashed upon him that as he was alone with the dead mansuspicion might fall upon him as being concerned in what might be calleda murder.

  "I had better leave here at once," he reflected. "I shall have to goaway without paying for my meal."

  He started to leave the house, but had scarcely reached the door whentwo persons--a man and a woman--entered. Both looked at Carl withsuspicion.

  "What are you doing here?" asked the man.

  "I beg your pardon," answered Carl; "I was very hungry, and seeingno one about, took the liberty to sit down at the table and eat. I amwilling to pay for my dinner if you will tell me how much it amountsto."

  "Wasn't my husband here?" asked the woman.

  "I--I am afraid something has happened to your husband," faltered Carl.

  "What do you mean?"

  Carl silently pointed to the chamber door. The woman opened it, anduttered a loud shriek.

  "Look here, Walter!" she cried.

  Her companion quickly came to her side.

  "My husband is dead!" cried the woman; "basely murdered, and there,"pointing fiercely to Carl, "there stands the murderer!"

  "Madam, you cannot believe this!" said Carl, naturally agitated.

  "What have you to say for yourself?" demanded the man, suspiciously.

  "I only just saw--your husband," continued Carl, addressing himself tothe woman. "I had finished my meal, when I began to search for some onewhom I could pay, and so opened this door into the room beyond, when Isaw--him hanging there!"

  "Don't believe him, the red-handed murderer!" broke out the woman,fiercely. "He is probably a thief; he killed my poor husband, and thensat down like a cold-blooded villain that he is, and gorged himself."

  Things began to look very serious for poor Carl.

  "Your husband is larger and stronger than myself," he urged,desperately. "How could I overpower him?"

  "It looks reasonable, Maria," said the man. "I don't see how the boycould have killed Mr. Brown, or lifted him upon the hook, even if he didnot resist."

  "He murdered him, I tell you, he murdered him!" shrieked the woman, whoseemed bereft of reason. "I call upon you to arrest him."

  "I am not a constable, Maria."

  "Then tie him so he cannot get away, and go for a constable. I wouldn'tfeel safe with him in the house, unless he were tied fast. He might hangme!"

  Terrible as the circumstances were, Carl felt an impulse to laugh. Itseemed absurd to hear himself talked of in this way.

  "Tie me if you like!" he said. "I am willing to wait here till some onecomes who has a little common sense. Just remember that I am only a boy,and haven't the strength of a full-grown man!"

  "The boy is right, Maria! It's a foolish idea of yours."

  "I call upon you to tie the villain!" insisted the woman.

  "Just as you say! Can you give me some rope?"

  From a drawer Mrs. Brown drew a quantity of strong cord, and the manproceeded to tie Carl's hands.

  "Tie his feet, too, Walter!"

  "Even if you didn't tie me, I would promise to remain here. I don't wantanybody to suspect me of such a thing," put in Carl.

  "How artful he is!" said Mrs. Brown. "Tie him strong, Walter."

  The two were left alone, Carl feeling decidedly uncomfortable. Thenewly-made widow laid her head upon the table and moaned, glancingoccasionally at the body of her husband, as it still hung suspended fromthe hook.

  "Oh, William, I little expected to find you dead!" she groaned. "I onlywent to the store to buy a pound of salt, and when I come back, I findyou cold and still, the victim of a young ruffian! How could you be sowicked?" she demanded fiercely of Carl.

  "I have told you that I had nothing to do with your husband's death,madam."

  "Who killed him, then?" she cried.

  "I don't know. He must have committed suicide."

  "Don't think you are going to escape in that way. I won't rest till Isee you hung!"

  "I wish I had never entered the house," thought Carl, uncomfortably."I would rather have gone hungry for twenty four hours longer than findmyself in such a position."

  Half an hour passed. Then a sound of voices was heard outside, and halfa dozen men entered, including besides the messenger, the constable anda physician.

  "Why was he not cut down?" asked the doctor, hastily. "There might havebeen a chance to resuscitate him."

  "I didn't think of it," said the messenger. "Maria was so excited, andinsisted that the boy murdered him."

  "What boy?"

  Carl was pointed out.

  "That boy? What nonsense!" exclaimed Dr. Park. "Why, it would be morethan you or I could do to overpower and hang a man weighing one hundredand seventy-five pounds."

  "That's what I thought, but Maria seemed crazed like."

  "I tell you he did it! Are you going to let him go, the red-handedmurderer?"

  "Loose the cord, and I will question the boy," said Dr. Park, with anair of authority.

  Carl breathed a sigh of relief, when, freed from his bonds, he stoodupright.

  "I'll tell you all I know," he said, "but it won't throw any light uponthe death."

  Dr. Park listened attentively, and asked one or two questions.

  "Did you hear any noise when you were sitting at the table?" heinquired.

  "No, sir."

  "Was the door closed?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "That of itself would probably prevent your hearing anything. Mrs.Brown, at what hour did you leave the house?"

  "At ten minutes of twelve."

  "It is now five minutes of one. The deed must have been committed justafter you left the house. Had you noticed anything out of the way inyour--husband's manner?"

  "No, sir, not much. He was always a silent man."

  "Had anything happened to disturb him?"

  "He got a letter this morning. I don't know what was in it."

  "We had better search for it."

  The body was taken down and laid on the bed. Dr. Park searched thepockets, and found a half sheet of note paper, on which these lines werewritten:

  "Maria:--I have made up my mind I can ive no longer. I have made aterrible discovery. When I married you, I thought my first wife, whodeserted me four years ago, dead. I learn by a letter received thismorning that she is still living in a town of Illinois. The only thing Ican do is to free you both from my presence. When you come back from thestore you will find me cold and dead. The little that I leave behind Igive to you. If my first wife should come here, as she threatens, youcan tell her so. Good-by.

  "William."

  The reading of this letter made a sensation. Mrs. Brown went intohysterics, and there was a scene of confusion.

  "Do you think I can go?" Carl asked Dr. Park.

  "Yes. There is nothing to connect you with the sad event."

  Carl gladly left the cottage, and it was only when he was a mile on hisway that he remembered that he had not paid for his dinner, after all.