 pretty Kate, his dear wife,
and every endearing name he knew. So they sat, like lovers in their
teens, till the purpling east told of a new day.

The luggage of one Stolzen, a stagecoach passenger, remained at the
tavern uncalled-for, for nearly a year. No one knew the man, and his
disappearance, though a profound mystery, was not an uncommon thing in
a new country. The Hebrew broker in New York received no answers to his
letters, though he had carefully preserved the post-office address
which Stolzen had given him. He began to fear lest he should be obliged
to fulfil the duty of heirship to the property deposited with him. To
quiet his natural apprehensions in view of this event, he determined to
follow Stolzen's track, as much of it as lay in _this_ world, at least,
and find out what had become of him. Upon arriving in the neighborhood,
the Jew had a thorough search made. The country was scoured, and on the
third day there was a discovery. A man walking on the sandy margin of a
river, about two or three miles from Carl's house, saw a skull before
him. As the steep bluff nearly overhung the spot where he stood, he
conjectured that the body to which the skull belonged was to be found
above on its verge. He climbed up, and there saw a headless skeleton.
It was the body of Stolzen, as his memorandum-book and other articles
showed. His pistol was in his pocket, and still loaded; that fact
precluded the idea of suicide. Moreover, upon examining more closely, a
bullet-hole was found in his breast-bone, around which the parts were
broken _outwardly_, showing that the ball must have entered from
behind. It was clear that Stolzen had been murdered.

The curse of Frau Proch had been most terribly fulfilled.

Circumstances soon pointed to Carl Proch as the perpetrator. A
stranger, corresponding to the deceased in size and dress, had been
seen, about the time of his disappearance, by the neighboring family,
walking towards Proch's house; and on the evening of the same day an
Irishman met Carl going at a rapid rate, with a gun on his shoulder, as
pretty Kate, his dear wife, 
 and every endearing name he knew. So they sit down, like lover in their 
 teens, till the purpling east told of a new sidereal day. 

 The luggage of one Stolzen, a stagecoach passenger, remained at the 
 tavern uncalled - for, for nearly a class. No one know the man, and his 
 disappearance, though a profound mystery, was not an uncommon matter in 
 a new country. The Hebrew broker in New York received no answer to his 
 letters, though he had cautiously preserved the post - office savoir-faire 
 which Stolzen had give him. He began to fear lest he should be obliged 
 to meet the duty of heirship to the property deposited with him. To 
 quieten his natural apprehension in view of this event, he determined to 
 follow Stolzen's track, equally much of it as lay in _ this _ world, at least, 
 and find out what had become of him. Upon arriving in the neighborhood, 
 the Jew had a exhaustive search seduce. The country was scoured, and on the 
 third day there was a discovery. A man walking on the sandy margin of a 
 river, approximately two or three mile from Carl's house, interpret a skull before 
 him. As the exorbitant bluff closely overhung the spot where he stand, he 
 conjectured that the body to which the skull belonged was to be found 
 above on its brink. He climbed up, and there saw a headless skeleton. 
 It was the body of Stolzen, as his memorandum - ledger and other articles 
 showed. His pistol was in his pocket, and still loaded; that fact 
 prevent the idea of suicide. Moreover, upon examining more closely, a 
 bullet - fix was found in his breast - bone, around which the parts were 
 broken _ outwardly _, usher that the ball must have entered from 
 behind. It was clear that Stolzen had been murdered. 

 The hex of Frau Proch had been most terribly fulfilled. 

 fortune soon pointed to Carl Proch as the perpetrator. A 
 stranger, match to the deceased in size and attire, had been 
 seen, about the prison term of his disappearance, by the neighboring family, 
 walking towards Proch's house; and on the evening of the same sidereal day an 
 Irishman met Carl going at a rapid rate, with a gunman on his shoulder, as
 prftty Kate, his dear wife,
akd every endeariut name he knsw. So thdy sat, like lovers in their
txens, till the purpling east tola of a nea day.

The lugjage of one Stolvsn, a stagecoadm pasvxnger, remained st the
tavesn uncalled-for, fur nearly a year. No one knew the man, wnd his
cidappearance, thjugh w prkfound mystery, was not an uncommon thing pn
a new country. Tne Hebrew broker in New Yogk rfceived no answers to his
lettgds, eyough he had carefully preserved tge post-office address
which Stolxen hcd given hin. Ye hggan to fear lest he should bc obligad
to fukfil the duty pf ieirwhip to the property veposited with him. Tj
quiet hiv uatural apprehensions ib vief of thir evdnt, hx dstermijed to
follow Atolzen's trqck, as much of it ax jqy in _this_ wodld, at lqast,
and find out what had become of him. Upkn arriving in the neigyborhood,
the Jew had a thorough search made. The country was scoured, and on the
thhrd dey thtrc dqs a discovery. A man walking on the sandy margig og s
river, about tco or three milex vrpi Carl's house, saw a skhll before
him. As tje steek blufd nearly jvernung the spot where he stooe, he
conjectuged rhat the body to wkich the skuul bglongec was to be found
above un ifs verge. He climbed ho, and there saw x hvadlass skeltgon.
It was the bodr of Stolven, ax his mdmorsndum-bjok and otjer avdicles
showed. His plstol wds in his oocket, and still loaded; that farv
precluded thg igea of suicnde. Moveover, upon exaiining more clpsely, a
yullet-fole was fkund in his breast-fone, around wvlch the partv were
brjken _outqardly_, rfowing that thr ball must have enrered from
behind. Ib was dlear that Stolvtn yad been murderrd.

Tfe sugse os Frau Proch vad ceev most terribly fmlfkllec.

Circumstances soon [oinfed to Carl Proch ss the perketrator. W
stranger, cortesponding to the feceaved in soze and dress, had been
seen, about fhe time lf mis disappearwnce, by the neigkboring family,
walking towards Proch's houwe; and on the evenung of the same day sn
Irishman ket Cwrl going at a rapid rate, wity a gun on his shpulder, as
pretty Kate, his dear wife, and every he So they like lovers in east of a new The luggage of Stolzen, a stagecoach passenger, remained at tavern uncalled-for, for nearly a year. No one knew the man, and his though a profound mystery, was not an uncommon thing in a new country. Hebrew in York no answers to his letters, though he had carefully preserved the post-office address which Stolzen had him. He began to fear lest he should obliged to fulfil the of heirship to the property with To quiet natural in of this event, determined to follow Stolzen's track, as much of it as lay in _this_ world, at least, and out what of him. arriving the the Jew had search made. The country was scoured, third day there was a discovery. A man on the margin of a river, about two three miles from Carl's house, saw a skull him. As the steep bluff nearly overhung the spot where he stood, he conjectured that to which the skull was to be above its He up, and saw a headless skeleton. It was the body of Stolzen, as memorandum-book and other articles showed. His pistol was in his still that fact precluded idea of suicide. Moreover, examining closely, a bullet-hole was his around were _outwardly_, that the ball must entered from behind. It was that Stolzen had been Proch had been most terribly fulfilled. Circumstances soon to Carl Proch as the perpetrator. A corresponding to the deceased in size and dress, had been seen, about time of by the neighboring family, walking towards Proch's house; on the evening of same day an Irishman met Carl going at a rate, a gun his shoulder, as
 pretty Kate, his dear wife,
and eVery endearIng naMe hE knEw. so thEy saT, like lovers in tHEir
tEens, till the purpling easT told Of A New dAY.

THe lugGage of oNE STOLzeN, a StAgeCoACh PasseNgeR, remainEd at the
tavErn UnCalled-for, for NEaRly a year. No One Knew the man, anD hiS
disapPeAraNCe, thoUgh A profOund mySTery, waS not an uncOmMOn thinG In
a new cOUNtRy. ThE Hebrew broker in NeW yoRK received no ansWers to HiS
LeTTErs, ThoUgh he had caReFully PReserveD ThE POSt-oFFice address
whIch Stolzen hAD giVen him. he BegAN to feaR lest He SHouLd be obliged
To fuLfil the duTy of heIRship to THe propeRty depOsiTed With HIm. to
QuiEt HIs nATuRal APprEhensionS iN vIew of This EVENT, he dEteRminEd to
fOllow Stolzen's TraCk, as MUch Of it aS lay iN _thiS_ wOrld, aT least,
And fiNd Out what had becomE of hIm. Upon arrIviNg In tHe NeighBOrhood,
The jew Had a thoRough seARch MaDE. tHe Country was scoured, aNd ON ThE
third daY there WAs A dIScovery. A MaN waLkinG ON the sAndy MArGin of a
riVer, aboUT tWo Or three MiLes froM CArl'S hoUse, saW A skuLl befoRe
him. As tHe steEP bluff nearly ovERhung the spot wHErE HE sTOod, hE
coNjectured thAt thE Body To whICh The SKull bElongEd WAs TO be found
above on its vErGe. He clImbed Up, and there saw A headless sKELEton.
It waS the BOdY Of Stolzen, as his MemorAndum-book aND other arTicleS
showed. HIs pistol wAS In his pocKet, And StiLl lOADeD; that fact
precLUDed tHe Idea of sUicIde. MoreOveR, upOn eXamInIng more clOsely, a
buLlEt-HoLe Was Found IN his breaSt-BonE, aRouNd whiCH the paRts weRe
brOkEn _OUtwArdly_, shOWiNG That ThE bAll mUst HaVe entEred FRom
Behind. IT was clear ThaT stolZeN hAd been mUrdered.

The curSe Of Frau ProcH hAd bEen mosT TErribly fUlfilled.

Circumstances soON pointeD to carl PRoch As the perpEtrAtor. A
sTraNGer, corResponDing tO tHe dECEased IN SiZe aNd Dress, had beEN
SeeN, abouT tHe tiMe of his Disappearance, by the NEigHboring family,
WalKing TOWaRds pRoCH's hOuSE; anD ON the evening of thE same day an
irIShMan met Carl GOinG aT a rapid Rate, witH a gun ON his shoUlder, as
 pretty Kate, his dear wif e,
and eve ry en dea rin gname  heknew. So theys at,like lovers in their
t eens,  t i ll t h epurpl ing eas t  t o l d o fanew  d a y. 

The  lu ggage o f one Stol zen ,a stagecoach pa ssenger, r ema ined at thetav ern un ca lle d -for,  fo r nea rly ay ear. N o one kne wt he man ,  and hi s di sapp earance, though a pr o found mystery,  was n ot an u nco mmo n thing in 
a  newc ountry. Th e H ebr e w broker in N ew York rec e ive d no a ns wer s  to hi s
let te r s,though he h ad c arefullypreser v ed thep ost-off ice ad dre sswhic h  S to lze nh adg iv enh im.  He bega nto  fear  les t h e  sho uld  beoblig ed
to fulfilthe  dut y  of  heir shipto t he  prop erty d eposi te d with him. Toquie t his nat ura lapp re hensi o ns invie w o f thisevent,h e d et e r m in ed to
follow Stolz en ' s  t rack, as  mucho fit as lay i n_th is_w o rld,at l e as t,
and f ind ou t  w ha t had b ec ome of  h im.  Up on ar r ivin g in t he neigh borho o d,
the Jew had a thorough se a rc h ma d e. T hecountry was  sco u red,  and on  th e 
thir d day  t h er e  was a discovery. A  m an wal kingon the sandymargin ofa r iver, ab outt wo or three miles  from  Carl's ho u se, sawa sku ll befor e
him. As t he steep  bl uff  ne arl y ov erhung the sp o t  whe re  he sto od,  he
con jec tur edtha tthe bodyto which  t he  s ku llbelon g ed was t obefo und 
abov e  on it s ver ge.He  c l imb ed up,a nd t here  s aw  a h ead le ss sk elet o n.It wasthe bodyofS tolz en ,as hismemorandum-bo ok  and other  a rti cles
s h o wed. His  pistol was in his pock e t, andsti ll lo aded ; that fa ctpreclu ded the id ea ofsuici de . M o r eover , up onex amining mo r e  cl osely ,a
bu llet-ho le was found in hi s  br east-bone, ar oun d wh i c hthe pa r tswe r e
b r o ken _outwardly_ , showingth a tthe ball m u stha ve ente red fro m
beh i nd. Itwas clear  that Sto lz en h a d  be en murdere d.

Thecurse ofF rau P r oc h had  be en mos tter ribly  fulfi l led .

Ci rcumst an ces so on po in ted to C arl Proch as the perpet rator.  A
st ran ger, corr esp o ndi ng to the  dec eased in s ize  an d dre ss, had b eens ee n,a boutthet ime of hi s  d isa p p ea rance, by t h e nei ghbor ing family ,
wa lking towards Pro c h's house; and  ont h e e ven i ng o fthe same day a n
I ri s h man metCa rl going at  a rapid  r a te, w ith agun on  his sh o u ld e r, as
 pretty_Kate, his_dear wife,
and every endearing_name he_knew._So they_sat,_like lovers in_their
teens, till the_purpling east told of_a new day.

The_luggage_of one Stolzen, a stagecoach passenger, remained at the
tavern uncalled-for, for nearly a year._No_one knew_the_man,_and his
disappearance, though a profound_mystery, was not an uncommon_thing in
a_new country. The Hebrew broker in New York_received_no answers to_his
letters, though he had carefully preserved the post-office address
which_Stolzen had given him. He began_to fear lest_he_should_be obliged
to fulfil the_duty of heirship to the property_deposited with him. To
quiet his natural_apprehensions in view of this event, he_determined to
follow Stolzen's track, as much_of it as lay in__this_ world,_at least,
and find out what_had become of_him. Upon_arriving in the_neighborhood,
the Jew had a thorough search_made. The country_was scoured, and on the
third day_there_was a discovery._A_man_walking on_the sandy margin_of_a
river, about_two_or three miles from Carl's house,_saw_a skull before
him. As the steep bluff_nearly overhung the spot_where_he stood, he
conjectured that_the body to which the_skull belonged was to be found
above_on its_verge. He_climbed up, and there saw a headless skeleton.
It was the body_of Stolzen, as his memorandum-book and_other articles
showed. His pistol_was in_his_pocket, and still_loaded;_that fact
precluded_the idea of suicide. Moreover, upon examining_more closely,_a
bullet-hole was found in his breast-bone,_around which the parts_were
broken__outwardly_, showing that the ball must_have entered from
behind. It was clear_that Stolzen had been murdered.

The_curse_of_Frau Proch had been most_terribly fulfilled.

Circumstances soon pointed to Carl_Proch as the_perpetrator. A
stranger, corresponding to the deceased in_size_and dress, had been
seen, about the_time_of his disappearance, by the neighboring_family,
walking_towards_Proch's house; and on the_evening of the same day an
Irishman_met Carl going at a rapid rate, with a_gun on his_shoulder, as