The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-01-15

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plunged the keen-edged weapon into her
bosom.
Utterlng low cry shessank to the
floor.
Ralph AIarsden recolled In horror, as
he saw the slight form qulvering In the
agonies of DEATH
Terror took the place Of rage, and he
fell upon his knees by her side.
Laura !" he cried bitterly.
Ralph" came from her dying lips,
" forgive you !"
A thousand memories rushed In u suf-
locating torrent to his mind. He ethought
of their first meeting in little Long
Island village, then Laura's happy
home; of, few months later, n mock
marriage, followed by year of happi-
ness; of terrible interview between
the wronged insulted woman and him
self, which ended with separation.
He had tired of her, and sent her,
heart-broken and despairing, out into
the world.
A few years had passed, and now she
lay dying at his feet, and he was her
murderer. All the remorse that such u
nature as his could feel he experienced
at that moment. But the instinct of
self f-preservation soon manifested itself.
He must escape
With one more glance at the dying
woman, he rushed from the room.
fastening down the stairs, he reached
the street door just as u piercing cry of
Murder !" rang through the house.
A servant, entering the apartment, as
was his custom at that hour, with Ma
ra IS MONDAY meal, had discovered the
ghastly evidence of the terrible crime.
With an oath Marsden flung open the
door. But his way to the street was
blocked by four men, who at that mo-
ment ascended the steps. They were
Mark Leighton, Henry Oakley, and two
policemen.
Again the cry Murder !" and a SER
want, boy, fastened down stairs, pale
with horror.
"Oh, gentlemen he exclaimed,
" there's been terrible murder done
here, and" pointing to Ralph Marsden,
"there stands the murderer ~
Secure him, nenl" Mark Leighton
exclaimed; and Marsden was instantly
seized by the two officers.
"And now," said Mr.. Leighton, "let
us see what all this means. A murder,
did you say, boy ?"
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stairs, dead or dying. 1 don't know who
she is, or how she came there; but Mr..
Marsden just left that room"
"We are too late" exclaimed Mark
Leighton. "Oh if we had been but ten
minutes earlier! But regrets are use
less. Come with me, DR.. Oakley, you
may be able to save this poor creature
after ALL"
oh, sir, nobody can do anything for
her now - the boy cried. 81 knew the
minute saw her that she was past re-
lief. All the doctors in New York
couldn't save her."
" Let us waste no more time in idle
talk, interrupted Mr.. Leighton lead
the way, boy"
At this moment Jared Percival appear
ed in the hall.
What means this intrusion p'' he
demanded, moving toward them with
an oath and threatening gesture.
GA murder has been done in this
house, Mr.. Leighton said.
The gambler started slightly, but said.
Murder or no murder, you'd better
leave the place"
The less you say the BETTER" inter
rupted one of the policemen. "We've
business with you, Jared. Are you such
fool that you don't see the games up?"
Jared Percival made sudden move
ment.
A moment later he would have sue
ceeded in effectually concealing all
traces of the faro bank, so perfect were
all the appliances of the place. But one
of the officers anticipated his intention,
and seized him with an iron grip, at the
same time sounding shrill whistle.
A body of police rushed into the
house.
SIN that door," directed the officer,
pointing.
The men rushed into the room, and
made descent upon the faro bank.
A few moments later they again ap.
peared in the hall, with few crest-fal-
len prisoners and quantity of confisca-
fed aOnaratus