Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-10-12

remarking to the person that was suing
next to me, how first class she ala IL,
when he exclaimed: "Hollo! why, never
SUPERINTENDENT Robinson ?" And then he
held out his hand.
TWAS Young Lytherly, but so stout, and
brown, and whskery-if may say So
that didn't know him.
"Mr. Lytherlyr' | exclaimed. didnf
expect to see you; and you're right as tc
nv being Robinson, although police Officer
no longer. Why, | thought you were in
the army"
"SoI was" he returned; ''but I'm ou
of it now, and I'll tell you how it was.
1t seems he had been to- India, and go
some promotion after three years service
and had the good fortune to save his Col
onel from drowning, or what was more
likely In those parts, being taken down b,
a crocodile, under circumstances OF ex
uaordinary bravery. He did not tell me
this last bit, but heard so afterward.
Lytherly was always wonderful swim
mer, and remember his taking prize al
London. The exertion of the wettng
brought on a fever, and he was recon-
mended for his discharge. The Colonel
behaved most literally. But what was
the best of all, the old fellow who kept
the canteen at the station died about this
time, and Lytherly had been counting his
daughter for good bit, more to the girls
satisfaction than that of her father; SO
then they got married, and came to Eng
land, and be was tolerably well off. lie
naturally talked about the Combestead
murder, and said frankly enough, that
except the people with whom he lodged,
a. ho saih nj
jury-he thought was the only person
who did not believe him guilty of muir
der.
"But murder will out, Mr.. Robinson,
he said. land you will see this will be
found out some day"
"Well, l am sure hope 1t will, Mr.. Ly-
therly," / answered him. but as for
murder will out and all that. | don't
think you will find any policeman or
magistrate who will agree with you there /;
and there was less to help US when you
got out of the scrape in this Combestead
business than any affair ! was ever con-
cerned in" r,.r.
II don't care" he says; it will come
out, Mr.. Robinson. dream of II almost
every night. and my wife consulted some
of the best fortune-teilers m lDdIa, aud
they all told her it would be discovered. =
Hum T. ] said We don't ihnk much
Of fortune-tellers here. you know"
"Pm perfectly aware ot that, he says (;
and shouldn't give them in as evidence ;
"but If you had lived three years in India
with people VINO knew the native ways.
you might alter your mind about fortune
tellers. anyway, you will remember.
when it's found out, that told you how it
would be-"
l laughed, and said should; and after
we had another glass together, aud he
had given me his address and made me
promise to call on him, we parted
told my wife all about it; and it is
very curious to see how women are all
alike in curiosity and superstition, and all
that; for although my wife had been mar
ried to me for so years, and so had every
opportunity of learning better, yet she
caught at what young LytherIy-
not 30 very young now. by the by-had
said about these fortune tellers, and was
quite ready to believe and swear that the
murder would be found out. It's no use
arguing with a party like that. so mere
" smiled at her and passed 1t off.
1t was the very next day that Mrs. Rob-
ins0n and myself had agreed TO 60 and
see new exhibition OF paintings which
some one was starting in London, and
tickets were pretty freely given away for
II; but the same reason which stopped
my wife from going to the Canterbury,
stopped her from going to the exhibition.
went, of course, because couldn't be of
any use, under the circumstances. to my
married daughter; and very good exhi-
bition it was too. There were plenty of
paintings. and had gone all through all
the rooms and entered the last one.
There were very few persons, was sor-
ry 10 see, in the place, SO that you could
have an interrupted view of any picture
you pleased. After CHANGING carelessly
round the room, for one gets kind of sur
feited with pictures after bit. was
struck by gloomy-looking painting to
the left OF the doorway, and which had
not noticed on my first entry. When
came to look closer into it. l was more
than struck was astounded. 1t was a
picture representing the finding of old
Trapbois, the miser, in the Fortunes of
Nigel.
The heavy, dull room was lighted only
by the candle which the young nobemen
held above his head, But what drew my
attention was that, as a part OF the con-
fusion in which the struggle between the
old man and his murderers had placed the
room, the wash-stand had been upset, had
fallen into the fireplace. and the ever had
rolled into the CRATE, where it was shown
as unbroken, although the water was
flooding the board-all exactly as ]
had seen the same things five years before
so exactly. that was perfectly sure no
chance coincidence had produced the re-
semblance, but that whoever had painted
the picture had seen the room where Miss
Parkway was murdered, and had had the
features OF the scene stamped upon his
memory. Who so likely To have the scene
SO stamped, Instantly Thought. as the
murderer himself ? As this rushed on my
mind. l could not reprcss an exclamation.
although pretty we'll guarded AS "a rule.
The only other person in the room heard
me, and came To see what had excited IN.
SO strongly. Apparently. he Was disap.
pointed, for he looked from The pic ure Il,
bis catalogue, then To the picture again
then at me, back " his Catalogue, am
then went away with II DISCONTINUED grunt
/ did not move, however, but RENAME,
quite absorbed in the study ot this my :
terious painting ; aud the more ! locke,