Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-12-20

a. false = echoed tho unioVelg spinsEef
Yes. false and to mV mind the
time has come when the truth should be
told. Icnnnot. ii consideration for her
take the dreadful responsibility Of keep
inr nv mistress secret any longer.
Ladies that splendid looking fellow
SO bound to the side of bis wife would.
had i not been for her angelic love and
devotion. have been long AGO the inmate
OF q lunatic asylum. Don't be fright
encd. he has never hurt any one but her.
For years be has been subject to insane
pnr0xysms whose fury he vents upon the
being he loves best IN the world Once
over them he is sane as you or 1. For
several weeks past these attacks have
been much more frequent than ever be-
fore. But no one has suspected them,
even in this crowded hotel, for having,
as you have already suggested,
Miss Dutton. something Of the
tiger about him, It is but 4 stealthy
bound, noiseless, heavy blow, or two
or three received without q murmur-
and then he sinks into 8 profound slum-
Der from which he awakes, utterly un-
conscious Of what he has done, to laugh
as You do at his wife's whims. The fam
tastic turban concealed a wound in
the left temple, the long gloves covered
bruised hands and arms, the scarf was
tied about the swollen cheek and the
yards of illusion wrapped around her
slender throat tonight hide the marks
of cruel fingers. sAIadam Whims
Madam Saint, / say He only hurts
me, she prays. when / threaten disclos-
ure. He only hurts me and does not
mean to do il, as you we'll know, Gregg,
for he loves me dearly and | adore him.
What he does in the wretched moments
that he is not himself / can bear, but to
be parted from him forever-oh! that
could not bear She came here In the
hope that the waters might do him good,
but he has, as / have told you, grown
worse, and after to days experience it
would be crime for me to remain silent
any longer. Give me the name, please,
of the best physician in the-my God
what was that?' she broke off suddenly
to exclaim, as a pistol shot rang out
upon the air, and then she fairly
few back through the drawing-room,
out into the hall, and up the stairs that
led to her mistress apartment, followed,
almost as swiftly, by the horror stricken
women who had been listening to her
story. Throwing open the door Of the
sitting-room she entered, leaving the
others huddled together in the threshold.
ssToo late too latel" she cried: look
there. And there on the floor, beside
couch which held the form IF his wife,
lay the lifeless body of Luke Halpin.
HE has killed her in one of his insane
moments, /" continued the companion in
shrill, unnatural voice, ''and finding hel
dead on awaking has taken his own life
with the pistol thought had so care
fully hidden from him. And see, see,
wringing her hands while the tears rolled
down her cheeks. OH what pitifui
sight-she played Madam Whims' to the
last. And pressing silently forward
they saw that the dying woman. with
some wild idea of hiding the act that
had cost her her life and shielding him
who was far dearcr to her than that life
had with her last strength draped a
gauzy shawl over the knife-wound in hen
breast, but the tell-tale blood had drip
ped through and stained the white silk
dress she wore with spots Of vivid red II
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