Connecticut western news., 1872-01-19

to l, may Rayther he comes to nus you. Se
 ye' best keep Q civil tongue"
 The natural result of this nursing was
 that Bessie lost her heart-pity is, we
 know, near akin to love; and so it was
 By some means CT other the revenue
 officer, left to keep look out at Lulworth
 began to get some inkling of the truth
 and one day, meeting Bessie, rather ques-
 tioned her closely as to her friend. Bessie
 was too sharp to tell anything; and the
 name he went by G Kit Roberts'' could
 give no clue to his antecedents. That
 night, however, the officer came across
 Kit himself, and began chaffing him about
 Bessie. Bcasting little wildly of his
 knowledge on domestic matters, there was
 a row. The officer threatened-Kit re-
 talated. Then some of the older men
 stepped in, and separated them before
 blows had actually been struck. Harry
 Walters, however, came in, in time to hear
 his daughters name bandied about and, it being Christmas Eve, the old man was not perfectly sober. Sohe gave the officer a bit of his mind and, warming with the subject, ended by threatening to pitch him over the cliff if he ever said a word against
 Bessie again. Then Kit, who had been standing by, got the old man away, and Tor few hours the matter was at rest.
 Next morning Bessie started for East Lulworth, to attend High Mass. Return ing, she went down the long, steep path leading to the chapel of Bindon; sudden ly she stopped. Surely that was Kit, walking along the cliffs-yes, going slow ly, as if watching or waiting! Then he stood still, crouchlng down. There with in a hundred yards, wrapped in night cloak and hood to keep off the keen east wind, stood the revenue officer, watching with his glass a passing vessel. Behind him, creeping like panther down the steep cliff was Kit Roberts.
 A thousand sparks seemed flashing be- fore Bessie's eyes, her lips opened; she tried to scream, but her voice was gone {; she tried to start forward, but her knees gave way; and falling, she lay still, inn pelled by horrible attraction to watch the murder, to sec her lover, the man who was in few weeks to be her husband, deliberately steal upon the officer, and with sudden spring and blow, with his outstretched hands strike him over the cliff She heard the murdered man death vail, but no more; cold hand seemed laid upon her heart, and sense left her.
 When she recovered, Kid was sitting by her; his face white, and terrible expres- sion of fear and anger glaring out of his bloodshot eyes.
 "How did you come herep he asked, making no attempt to raise Bessie up, or excuse himself
 Bessie told him; his face grew wilder. Sprlnging up, he dragged her up too, al most crushing her wrist as he did do.
 "There's only two ways to silence you and, by heaven you shall take the al- ternativc. Follow him, or go with me to the priest at Dorchester and be married. You came out of the chapel to meet me they'll hear we'er off to Dorchester, and I'll be safe both from them and you."
 Three days after Bessie was a bride. The girl hardly knew how those days had passed. She had been kept a prisoner in small room, at the top of house in some back street in Dorchester.
 Meantime the body of the coastguard was corrosorated by dozen voices. and the old man hurried off to jail. The vil- lage was in a fermeHt of wonder and ex- citement, for simultaneous with the mur- der was Bessie Walters elopement with Kit Roberts.
 The first news that met Bessie and her husband was that of hers fathers arrest.
 Who can describe the girls horror and misery, the perplexity which beset and crushed Aer-on the ono hand, to sec her father hung for crime of which her husband was guilty; on the other, to de- nounce the true murderer, and save her father by the sacrifice of her husband.
 There was one thread of hope, the evil dence against Harry Walters was merely circumstantial those who had heard him swear vengeance against the officer were now ready to swear he was drunk; and that more forgiving, peaccable man never lived.
 Once Bessie saw her father.
 Don't fret, my darling Yo' know I be innocent as an unborn baby" he said
 A great and exceedingly bitter cry burst from Bessie's lips.
 "Doant say that Oh fayther, yer kill in IT maun tell yo, or my heart will break. Kit did it, fayther-'
 The old man sprang to his feet; he had been kneeling beside the seat she was on.
 "He did it fayther, I seed him !"4and Seizing the arm that, with hand clenchcd, hung by her, she told him the story of her husbands crime and misery.
 When she had done he still stood, his hands clenched, his head dropping.
 Suddenly he turned, and lifting her up in hls arms, held her to his heart as he had done when, as a motherless child, she had come to him for comfort in her child sh trials. "Bessie, my darling, ye ar done right in telling me. l can die happy when I know why die. No, my dear, you've not to fret; It's yo' Pm thinking for, not Kit, God'H have to think for him. It's You darling you'll find it hard to hold your tongue but you must, dear Pm your |ayther, and God has given me right to my child. My command is ty'o goa back to Kit, and help the Lord to make him a better man. 1 hadn't 1 many years to live, Bessie, it's not much whether goo this year or five years later; allow 1 won't be hardly judged in tho other world for wat I'm doing now"
 Kit was sitting at the table waiting, when she got out of bed. She went over to him, and put her arms, round him he looked up in her face. {
 God knows what he saw there; perhaps the shadow of her doom or his. What sver 1t was, it made him lay his head upon the table, and sob in the very bitterness of ! mans despairing passion. Bessie did not try to comfort him. She ' lad her work to do. Kit sobbed on hen, tuHning, he came over to his wife, md laid his hand on her shoulder. "You are right, Bessie; only you are lot to do it. I'll do it myself.' And he eft her. Bessie ran after him-he was gone. Rushing back to her room, she began lressing; life and death depended upon it -ay, indeed, life and death for, even as he hurried down stairs, a crowd came to he door-a crowd with white, frightened { aces-bearing in their midst body! Kit had shot himself. Tue paper he { nA haa.a L l