The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-09-08

of a gentleman who saw her at Valpa-
raise, and he describes her IS 8 blonde Il
anu the opposite) with a cold, blue eye
and hard, inexpensive face"
It all flashed upon me in a moment.
This was the woman of the forged chcque,
and John Barrett's wife AS rapidly as L
could | went through the story to Mrs
Graham.
"Why," she said, "you are valuable
evidence in working up our case. But
what is the use now? The rogue, as well
as the property, is gone"
True enough, the story was all out, but
too late. John Barrett had been the
forger of that cheque, the woman
only the presenter. The woman | saw
upon the road that night was she-the
one the next evening only a changeling
wearing the same clothes. John Barrett
had known of Ephraim Pennypacker's
habits of boarding, and doubtless knew
that somewhere he had the money he had
withdrawn from the bank, but after the
old mans death had been unable 10 find
it. He knew of Lydia's flight out of tie
country, and where she was, and go de-
termincd on the plot he had So. success
fully 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 consummate his work? The thought
| made Die shiyer, but the fact was possible,
| nay probable. He had committed almost
every crime bat murder: Why not muir
der too?
AL this Lydia and l ~canvassed, but,
alas too late.
And now | come to the mention of 3
strange psychological fact-something tor
which | cannot account. That evening,
| with brain so full of this revived memory
| that I could not ven find room in 1t for
| Katie E~arnsbaw, I spent at her house.
! The parlor wss brilliantly lighted the
| bell rang, there was a step in the entry
| that made ne start, the door opened and
John Barrett stepped into the room. L
| started to my feet, horror-stricke There
he stood before me, as p!sinly as on the
day we had last met, nothing changed but
by the years that had been added and the
br0wDer tint OF the skin.
john Barrett, and yet Waring de Lille !
Before this moment / had not seen one
trace of the first about him: now / could
see nothing of the last. / stood there
rrans6~ed, even after all others were
seated, wondering whether | retained my
1 SCuScS, Vi tA-NJ LAHSA ~ az A0O
the excitement of the day. For al hour
I remained gazing at the man and won.
/ dcring; and then, commencing myself
for the presence Of mind that had With
held me from denOuncing him or the
spot, 7 withdrew.
That night l could not sleep until l
had seen Lydia, and early the next
morning we met at her lawyers. 1t did
not take long to find two able detectives
to make up a party of five, including Mrs.
Graham and her attorney, 10 call upon
Mr.. Warning de Lille a: ais hotel. AS we
followed the waiter into his room / won
| dered, low that I saw him again by day
light. how l could eyer have thought that
he was anybody but John Barrett, though
LYDIA declared to me after ward that her
heart fell rs she entered his room, for
she saw not the nrss noint of resem-
blance.
It was short work. Icame upon HIM
promptly and boldly, accused him OF theft,
forgery aud murder, asserted that the
proof was all prepared, produced Lydia,
and ex5or.ed the "CofeSsion that his wife
was still alive. in les l&1> tv~- hours |
was on my way to New York to receive
an assignment of property sufficient to
cover Mrs. Grabam's entire demand, with
interest to date.
don't think that left Mr.. John Barrett
much with which to join his charming
WIG.
Lydia insisted upon showing her graft
tude by becoming a special partner IN my
business, which was the first cause OF my
making money.
And that's the way came to marry
Katie Earnshaw.-Ltppinc0tts Magazine