The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1870-11-10


met him, but certainly in bis conversation,
which was slightly uBged with n foreign
Idiom and accent, showed more knowledge
of the city than ,nat time Warranted. He
was rlch (EirnShaw semi was not man
to be deceived on such pont), and Katie
told me as coming from him, that u.
| Little had large investments in New York,
almost enough 70 constitute him a million
aire. What chance could have against
such ryal? T. course my attentions
were repudia'ej by pa and ma. and as
warmly encouraged by Katie, until felt
that We stood on the brink of an open rup-
ture, and perhaps a runaway affair. pro-
| viding Katie would consent to so summary
a moou vi settling the matter. | could do
nothing toward checking the fellows cool
persistency but glare at him when We met
and then it was rarely | could catch his
eye to make him feel that was desperately
! in earnest. L, always wandered away bus
when | did catch it there was something
! that made my blood crawl as though [
was recognized fact that De Little was
suitor for Earnshaw hand, with the con-
sent OF all parties but herself How long
she might lee able to DO battle against him
/ backed as he was by her father AID mother,
was matter Of great doubt.
| In this state affairs stood when one day
as | walking slowly down Walnut street,
! runinatng on the situation, lady came
from building used for Lawyers Offices,
and approached me. She was on the
shady side Of thirty five, rather handsome.
but with a complexion which indicated
that much of her life had been spent Id
Southern lands. As she came near she
sazed inqulrlngly in my face. started
slightly, colored and stood still. There
was something in her look which mcur-
ory recalled, but only in vague way.
'Warrener p she said.
ou do not remember me p
Il am sorry to say | do not
Il am Lydia Pennypacker. 30
Lydia Pcnaypacker = I almost
shouted, scizing both her bands in mine.
why thought you were dead p
Not yet, she said laughing, though
they have tried hard to xiii me. 1t is TO
prove myself alive that have just been
among these gentlemen of the law"
Then the whole story came fresh to my
mind after the lapse of twelve years, and
said:
But your husband produced evidence
that you died at Valparaiso.
mot my husband, but an imposter. /
never was in Valparaiso in my life
was struck dumb. .-.f t
Do you mean to say that John Barrett
was not your husband p
Il never saw John Barrett from the day
before | left my fathers house. My hus-
band was Alexander Graham We were
married in this city the day left home,
and | went with him 10 Rio Janciro and
from there into the back country, whcro
he became engineer on large sugar estate,
and where we liveu until bis death ono
year ago.
Good Heavens what revelation
could not speak | could do nothing bat
tuck the little woman arm under my
own, and plarch her off to my office. that
| might gather my breath and know all
about it,
Il have come back to Philadelphia
she said after fifteen years, straugei,
having during that time scarcely met ART
Americ u, let a'OEe Il native OF tbis city;
and rarely caught sight of a new spapcr.
| came back to see once more the spot 1
was born in, and to forgive those who
drove me out into the cold world, and
find that an imposter has personateI me,
and received my bi,thri ghtl Thank
Heaveni | shall not suffer for the want Of
it am indcpendent
But Baiett-Where is Barrett -
My attorneys can find no trace OF him.
He turned all the estate and sec rries into
money, aud went abroad. "
And the woman he called Els Wit
who was she :" >, ,r.E.J
Some one that he ir., ~.r,cd in , this city, city
Immediately or.~, my departure, ana VINO
ASSUME. my name. Thus far the detect
ives have reached but who she was they
cannot discover. We have the evidence
of gentle nan who saw her at Valpu:
., ff
am the oppo.iic) with a cold, blue eye aud
hard, inexpensive face. ''i
1t all flashed upon me in a moment.
This was the woman of the forged chcQur,
and John Barrctt's wife. As rapidly as
could won't through tL& story to Mrs.
Graham. >
Why" she said, you are valuable
evidence in working up our case. But
what is the use now? The rogue, Us we'll
as the property IS gone.
True enough. the story was all out, but,
too late. John Barrett had been the forget
of that chcque, the woman only the pre-
senter The woman saw upon the road
that night was shc-the one the next evcn-
ing only changclng wearing the snmn
clothes John Barrett had known of Epl,>
RAIN Pennypackcr's 5 habits of boarding,
and doubtless knew that somewhere lc
had the money lie had Withdrawn from
the bank, but after the old man $ death
he had beer unable to find it. He kucw
of Lydia's fight out of the country, ard
where she was, and so determined on tho
plot he had so successfully worked But
there was another point which until .this
moment had never crossed my mind.
Might he not have murdered the old man
the more quickly TO consummite his work
The thought made ne shiver, bt:t the fact
was possible nay probable lie had tons-
mitted almost every crime but murder;
why not murder too? ~,
All this l., dia and cahvasscd, but alasl
too late.
And now | come to The mention Of
strange psychological fact hing for
which | cannot account. That evening,
with brain 50 full Of this revived memory
that | could not even find room in il tor
Katie Earn,haw, spent at her s.nu-c
The par.or vas brilliantly lighted the
bell rang, there was a step in the entry
that made me start, the door orcnrd anf
John Barrett s,GpIed into the ioum