The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1881-08-17

your nand to be portrait OF your deceased
!. husband?'
II do" replied the widow, with puzzled
look; "but how you came by it is mystery
which perplexes me-"
She handed it back to him as she spoke.
sit need not. You are mistaken. Henry
Raymond did not sit for this likeness; it is
one of an intimate friend of minc.
's4friend of yoursP'-~ ~
r. 81 refer to Mr.. Suydam, the artist who
painted Mr.. Raymond's portrait. Mr.. Suy-
dam changed much during the last two
years of his life. Are you not aware that
Mr.. Raymond and Mr.. .Suydam were half
B AsBrothersl'' exclaimed the widow N
eyes, madam, Clarence Suydam was the
only son, by the first marriage, of Mrs.
Edward Raymond, whose first husbands
name was Frederick Suydam."
"Why did they not acknowledge the rela-
tionship?"
aClarenee Suydam did not wish to have
his family connection known until he
should win a reputation. Henry Raymond
at first refused to keep the secret, but after
q time, he acceded. Clarence had hard
road at the commencement of his career,
and would have starved but for Henry Ray
mond. At the death of Mr.. and Mrs Ray
mond, Henry offered Clarence a home, but
0larences. proud spirit rebelled and he re-
fused to accept"
Mrs. Raymond sighed.
81 knew Henry had a brother" she said;
''but I supposed he lived in some foreign
land" as -
"Ah, madam, the two men were the coun-
terpart of their mother. s -
''Why do you say 'were?' Is Mr.. Suydam
dead2"
=, "Yes-the brothers died on the same
night-the might of the ninth of October.
1t is a strange affair, and l am anxious to
know more of Henry Raymond. Any little
information you can give me will possibly
be of benefit. At the inquest, you..stated
that you knew of no object which could
have led to the destruction of your husband,
except robbery. Sometimes we havereasonS
for not stating painful facts. Is it so with
you-have you not kept something back?'
Mrs. Raymond was silent. -
MADAM, said the artist, in a severe tone,
edo you desire to have your husbands
slayer escape2"
The hot blood mounted to the widows
temples.
What is that to you. STRIP she said.
haughtily.
'.Do not get angry. I only ask for in
formation upon which to work.
ST am ready to inform you, sir" replied
Mrs. Raymond, in gentler tone, and the
color faded from hex cheeks. tI3nt trnst
anything I say. Ny husband was, for come
time prior to his death, great drinker and
gambler. His losses at the gaming liable
were severe, and he began to restrict our
comforts. He at last demanded that I
should make over 10 him some property
which / held in my own name, and, upon
my refusing to do so, he swore that the day
would come when should regret using him
so meanly. My love for Henry Raymond
could not endure the GOODNESS he ever.
showed me after this event. Possibly there
are women who love human brutes. ALI
though my husband never did more than
neglect me and my darling child, still felt
that he had entirely sunk his manhood, and
1 believe Henry Raymond WAS cut to- the
quick by my consequent GOODNESS. / re-
turned evil for evil, when should have
tried to win him back to the right path; but
love had fed, and cared nothing for him.
Ialmost hated him whom once truly IovedT'
There was q quiet anguish in the young
widows voice which struck James Dalton
with pity.
-Do you imagine Henry Raymond took
his own life2' he asked. gently. ..
81 fear he did"
Mr. Dalton shook his head. -
''No, madam. You are unjust to your
husbands memory and to yourself. If
Henry Raymond had intended to destroy
himself one plunge in the river would have
suficed. There was no need of using
knife"
Mrs Raymond shivered. "a ~ =
THE truth has not been established to
my satisfaction" she murmured, brokenly.
IT hope to prove that it has, y said the
artist as little BERTHE came bounding into the
room.