The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-08-17
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administered a stimulant. Then the
sick man began in low, tender tones
the most passionate adjurations, call.
ing on his love, humming snatches Of
melody, and painting her in words Of
thrilling pathos.
Here my guardian resolurely urged
me away and we left the cottage. deep
ly impressed by the sad life and lonely
death Of this mysterious man.
At eleven O'Clock III mood changed
into . delirious fren5 Ind the sudden
bursting Of q blood.vessel ended the
struggle. He died % he had lived, at
enmity with mankind.
I did not wait for the dawn to be-
gin my task Of reading the diary. Side
by side with my guardian we turned
the leaves, lingering then only upon
the last year of the writer's life.
Page ai,er page Of wild, fanciful
thoughts, misanthropic despair, and
bitter rebellion against destiny filed
the volume, and . faithful history Of
his wrongs, his life in England and
France encountered the greater por-
ton. But all names were carefully
concealed ill the last few pages.
The first extract that startled me
almost beside myself was written on
the night of Juliet's wedding. It ran
thus, and explained HE dying words
to me. II have sen Mn 10 night.
Yes, the traitor who beass upon his
sin-cussed soul the eternal damnation
of his brother! Dewitt Beverly, you
shall rue the day you ever tracked me
hither::'
els it possible" | calculated, turn
ing to my companion who was equal
ly surprised.
Then hurriedly opening the last
page ! read "This is a fsithful record
Of the worthless life Of Clinton Bev-
erly, born in Devonshire in 1S-,per-
secuted into France, and finally driv-
en- to the wilds Of the New World"
Then retracing our steps we read
how the revengeful man had dogged
his brothers footsteps and waylaid him
in the forest on the afternoon when
Dewitt Beverly had come in from
Glendale so haggard and wild.
The exasperated cripple had re-
preached him with his villainy. and
made him confess his intentions with
regard to Guy. He had overheard
our conversation 10 the pagoda while
lowering about to catch glimpse Of
the false woman be had idealized into
an angel, and from thh moment till
his little note of warning 70 me. his
vigilance had been as unsiring as his
bodily weaSncss would permit.
Here then was the motive for the
sudden departure Of Dewitt Beverly.
When he confessed that instead of be-
ing faithful to me, he had been in the
south Of France scheming to obtain
possession Of q small but valuable
piece Of property that had been be-
questhed to Clinton Beverly after hi
departure for America, the injured
man burst into q frenzy of Indignation
and swore to kill him il he remained
longer within his reach.
money! money-the sordid wretch
1t is all he lives for. l have settled
him. His craven heart dared mi
withhold any thing. l have forced il
ALL" So ran the manuscript.
When he learned that his enemy
had indeed gone, but had taken Guy
with him, his lest bulwark gave way
aud the rest Of the book contained ex'
ecraiions and lamentations too heart
rending to be read without deep emo
ton. I4r S.f..
He wrote in his last entry; "In my
iesk is letter that must be forward.
ed to this man who has blighted my
life. 1t will tell him among other
things that the angel whom he ha,
forsaken because he thinks she is 4
beggar is the wealthiest woman in Vir
ginia. Let him take my parting bles.
sing as best he can"
Ii was twelve O'Clock when I left
my guardian to take my place beside
Myra. One or two dear friends Of
the family we're down from Fort Sem
pie 10 be OF whatever service was de-
man.led aud we relieved each other a
watchers. Then, too, the servants,
NANNY" especially. contributed
their share with fidelity.
Since Guys departure Brutus would
content himself nowhere but in My
ra's rom. and here the noble brut,
spent every night, ON the alert at eve.
ny step and intelligently alive to ever,
sound. Juliet had written most afiec
tionately. and concluded by urging
them to telegraph instantly If Myra
should grow worse.
We could not tell. Dr. Melville
shook his head ominously. but predict
ell no immediate danger.
IL was necessary that | should ex.