Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-04-13
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A spasm of pain passed over Eddy's
features, bat he uttered no moan ana sne0
no tear.
eThere is mystery here I can't under
stand, 'he said. sAll I know is that my
mother is in trouble, and am going to her
I must see her! I shall have just time te
cacth the three o'clock boat!
He set about his preparations for depart
ure at once, babe Mrs. Briefly good-by
and hurried to the steamboat landing,
arriving just in time to catch the up river
boat.
About an hour later he disembarked al
Riverton, and swiftly took his way up the
steep street to the bluff upon which the
Burgoyne villa was situated. j
The house stood back from the street
Eddy opened the small iron gate and
passed into the shaded recesses OF the
lawn, hurrying to the house. He ascended
the steps. when he discerned a man seated
upon the veranda.
Eddy recognized Hart Burgoyne, ano
made his way to him without causing him
self to be announced.
Mr.. Burgoyne was smoking cigar, but
at Eddy's approach, started, and arose, hi'
face changing color.
You here p he calculated.
yes, l am here,' responded Eddy
coolly. @
The man and the boy faced each othel
in mute antagonism.
Hart Burgoyne was tall, well-propor,
toned, portly man, forty years of age
with ford complexion, and prominent
Roman nose, who bore the reputation Of
an honest, upright gentleman of great
wealth.
Il told you to remain at Poughkeepsie
till your school term closed,' began Mr.
Burgoyne, irritably.
4 know you did, sir returned Eddy
respectfully. But my mother is in
trouble.' . 81.
sit down, boy. 1 can see that the
news has been shock to you,' said Mr.
Burgoyne, in more affable tone. You
cannot imagine how have suffered
Eddy's heart softened toward him.
rs mother really so bad off, sir, as you
stated in your letter q he asked, in a fal
tering voice.
Bad off, my poor Eddy! She is raw
ing mad
Eddy shivered.
Don't you know what made hel
crazy p he asked.
No. I wish I did. We were mar.
ried in the morning, and she came home
with me. We talked together, spending
the day very pleasantly on the verandas
In the evening was called out on bust
ness. Julia went into the library. The
bousekeeper says that no one called du
ring my absence, and that Julia saw M
one. Yet, when | came in, an hour later
my wife few at me like a wildcat. Shs
tried to kill me. The truth is, she die
not know me-
Not know you, sir 2
mo. And she few at DIR. Bullet also.
Then there was no positive cause for
this sudden attack, sir p
None, unless the sight of the house te
which she came as bride sixteen years
ago. Everything is as Burns arranged
it. The sight of her old home where she
had been SO happy was, no doubt, toe
I Mother is at the private mad house p
asked Eddy, after pause.
yes, I had to send her there
suppose can see her 2 asked Eddy
you must ask DIR. Bullet, my boy.
He can judge best of the effect your pres
ence would have on his patient
Then I will walk out to the asylum,
declared Eddy. 1 can neither eat nor
sleep till have seen my mother p
Well, come back after you have seen
her. said Mr.. Burgoyne. But be sure
10 De oack by SIX, our supper tlme.'
Eddy took his leave.
There is some mystery in all this be
whispered. Some dreadful mystery. And
L must know what it is Now for Doc
tor Bullets
About mile from the village of River
ton, upon lonely country road, stood
DIR. Bullets private asylum for the insane.
The grounds were separated from the
road by high stone wall. The house
square, three stories in height, built Of
red brick, and lighted within by narrow,
grated windows-was some distance from
the road, In the midst of small pine
grove, which screened the asylum from
the curious glances of casual passers-by.
The double iron gates were open upon
this bright June afternoon, and Eddy
passed unchallenged into the grounds, and
with sinking heart, he assembled the
steps of the high porch and rang the door
bell loudly.
Presently the bolts securing the door
upon the inner side were Withdrawn. and
a coarse looking fellow, one of the keep
ers of the institution evidently, presented
himself.
Well, what's wanted q demanded tbi,
person roughly.
Eddy.
To see DR.. Bullet, eh =? The Doctors
busy. He's got no time to waste on
boys
The keeper made a movement to shut
he door in Eddy's face. As quick as
lash, the boy slipped across the thresh-
hold and into the hall.
Tell DR.. Bullet desire to see him. he
aid coolly. L shall stay here until I do
ee him. You can give him nv name
Edward Burns
Burns ! repeated the discounted
;eeper. Burns Ell? Well, I'll tell
ne Doctor Seeing you're inside, YOU
an step into the reception room.'
He closed, bolted and barred the outer
DOR, and sullenly ushered Eddy into a
mall, dreary waiting room at one side OIL
1 4 hall He then hurried away In quest
the Doctor.
Nearly half an hour elapsed before any
ne appeared. Now and then a muffled !,
lrlek or long-drawn moan reached his !;
hrs. !
Unable to bear longer the suspense of
alting, ne touched bell pull and rang
ioua peal the Jangle of which reached
Ihe noise had scarcely died away when
p.ompous, portly parsonage entered the :
Eddy recognized him at first glance az