Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1873-02-01
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CHAPTER ".
The joy with which my family welcome INV
return is largely mingled with surprise, but still
more largely with curiosity, as to the cause OF
my 50 sudden temperance. But keep my
own counsel. 1 have reluctance to give the
real reason, and possess no inventive faculty in
the way of lying, so give none. i say, "I am
back; is not that enough for you? Set your
minds at rest, for that Is rs much as you will
ever know about the matter"
ashamed of my Conduct. It IS mot that the s' i
preston produced by my dream Is effaced, but
that absence and distance from the scene and
the persons Of 1t have produced their natura al
weakening effect. Once or twice during the
voyage, when writhng in laughable torments
i'm the ladies' cabin in the steamboat, said to
myself, Most likely You are foolr' I, there
fore, continually ward off the crOss-QuestiOnings
of my family with what defensive armor of 81
lence and evasion may.
al feel convinced it was the husband" saws
one OF my sisters, after a long catechism,
which, as usual, has resulted in nothing. ssYOu
are too loyal to your friend to own it, but al
ways felt sure that any man who could take
compassion on that poor, peevish old Jane must
be some wonderful freak OF nature. Come, con-
fess Is not he a cross between an orang -outanp
and Methodist parson?''
Gle Is nothing of the kind" reply L, in some
heat, recalling the libeled Robins clean, fresh
colored, human face. ''You will be very lucky
if you ever secure any one half so kind, pleas
ant and gentleman-like."
Three days after my return, received let.
ter from Jane:
"wKsroN HOUSE, CAuLPIELp.
My Dear Dindh:--I hope you are safe home
again, and that you have made up your mind
that two crossings of st. Georges channel with
in fOrty-eight hours are almost as bad as ha wing
your throat cut, according to the programme
you laid out for US. have good news for you.
Our murderer-elect is gone. After hearing of
the connection that there was to be between us,
Robin naturally was rather interested in him,
and found out his name, which is the melOdious
one Of Watty DoOlan. After asking his name,
flfh al,
that he never did stroke of work, and was in.
clined to be tpsy and quarrelsome, he paid and
packed him off at once. He is uOw, 1 hope, on
his way back to his native shores. and, If he
murder anybody, it will be YOU, my dear. Good
bye, Dinah. Hardly yet have L forgiven YOU
TOR the way in which you frightened me with
your graphic description of poor Robin and me
with our heads loose and waggling.
Ever yours, affectionately, JANE WATSON -
fold up this note with a feeling of exceeding
relief. and thorough faith that have been a
superstitious, hysterical fool. More resolved
than ever am / to keep the reason of nv return
profoundly secret from my family. The next
morning but one We are all i'll the breakfast
room after breakfast, hanging about, and look
ing at the papers. My sister has Just thrown
down the Times, with a pettish exclamation
that there is nothing in it, and that il really is
not worth while paying threepence day to see
nothing but advertisements and police reports.
1 pick it up as she throws it down, and look
hst1essly over its tall columns from top to bot
tom. Suddenly my listlessness vanished What
10 'nis mat am TchuiuS -tuis III starring capt.
tails?
SHOCKING TRAGEDY AT CAUDFIELD-DoU-
BILE MURDER"
1 am i'm the middle Of the paragraph before
realize what it is:
'.FrOm an early hour of the morning this vii.
lage has been the scene of deep and painful ex-
element i'll consequence of the discovery Of the
atrOciOus murder OF Mr.. and Mrs. Watson, of
Weston House, two Of its most respected inhab-
itants 1t appears that the deceased had retired
to rest on Tuesday night at their usual hour
and in their usual health and spirits The
hOusemaid, on going to call them at the accus-
toned hour on Wednesday morning, received
therefore, at length opened the door and enter
ed. The rest of the servants attracted by her
cries, rushed to the spot, and found the unfor-
tunate gentleman and lady lying on the bed
with their Threats cut from ear TO ear. Life
must have been extinct for some hours, as thew
were both perfectly cold. The room presented
a hideOus spectacle, being literally swimming
in blood. A reaping-hOOk, evidently the instru-
ment with which the crime was perpetrated
was picked up near the door. An Irish laborer
of the name of Watty DOolan, discharged by
the lamented gentleman a few days ago on ac-
count Of misconduct, has already been arrested
on strong suspicion, as at an early hour ON We'd
nesday morning he was seen by farm laborer,
who was going to his work, washing his waist
coat at a retired spot in the stream which flows
through the meadows below the scene of the
murder. On being apprehended and searched
several small articles Of jewelry, identified rs
having belonged to Mr.. Watson, were discover
1 drop the paper and sink into chair, feeling
deadly sick.
So you see that my dream came true, after all
The facts narrated in the above story occur.
red in Ireland. The only liberty have taker
with them is in translating them to England.