The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-10-12
THE FINGER-END.
CHAPTER Y.

WHAT A POOR MISERABLE FOOL AMP
"'CUTHBERT,-My own daring-Heaven
help me, but | mustcall you so! For, oh, l
do love you, still more--lnOre than ever
did In that cruel past that Is dead and gone
Gone and forgotten by most Of the world
perhaps BY you. Yes, by you! Oh my
darlington must call you so, although /
think-I know am nothing to you. Can
you suppose, you waste a moment reflect.
Ing upon the subject, that this life can lastp
! was silent at first, and as patient as could
be. Although that first day when you pass
ed me as though had been stranger-One
who had never known you, had never suf-
fered on your account ! said to myself, 1T
is, perhaps, for the best, and will be silent
not long after that, by accident learnt all.
learnt that l was Indeed thing of the
past. that you loved-and this time really
lOyed-0ne far, far above me. Oh, what a
poor miserable fool am! How ! loathe and
despise myself! Why should care for you?
ought to hate you with hatred that
should end only with your life or mine. Let
II then be mine, and let me, II can, die
with words Of love upon my lips in spite of
all that Is gone and past irrevocably !-never
to be recalled by prayers, however passion
ate, by tears however bitter. But what
cruel fate brought me to this dreadful place?
What have i ever done that should suffer
80? And that should unknowingly have
chosen this roof to shelter me which also
shelters you and the lady you adore; and
that lady the wife of the man whose servant
you are as much as l, a poor mental, am my
sell! can write no more. May Heaven
forgive you! have been fool. | must
end all tonight. HESTER"
Ghasty'white and trembling violently,
Fordyce crushed the paper convulsively in
his long thin fingers
"lts falseI' he gasped out at last whats
itmean? 1t is impossible"
well, no." said Greengraves quietly
TITS quite within the limits of possibility, |
am sorry to say. You will pardon mel
hope you will pardon me ii speak too
plainly, but all l do do in your interest
According to your own showing you are
not on very good terms with Lady Fordyce.'
'You do not know her." cried the other
lmpaticntly. "She is of the coolest most
Icy temperament"
Greengraves smiled.
MANY women seem to be so-are so, in
deed, to some men, whilst to others-well,
they are different. Besides, if her jealousy
we're aroused by your friendship with Mdlle.
at the opera?"
Sir Richard turned towards him with a
certified look, and his lips paled, but he ut
tered no word.
"All things considered" said Greengraves,
won't 1t be best to keep things quiet and
avoid anything like public scandal"
WHO do you suppose stole the diamond!
Was 1t the woman who Is dead? Had this
sc0undrel Craven any hand In it?" asked Sir
Richard abruptly, and rising as he spoke he
crossed the room and looked out Of the win.
dow.
He may have had, but she had not.
nave another theory"
"Well?"
ut was Lady Fordyce herself"
The detective had not time to complete
the sentence. At the third word Sir Rich.
ard had turned quickly. At the fifth, stimuli.
taneously with the crash of glass behind
MIN, he flung up his arms with cry OF
agony, and fell fiat upon his face, dead.
Greengrayes bent over him, and saw blood
trlckling through his white hair on the car
pet then turning to the window saw, the
foreigner he had met at the door standing
motionless, whilst the hall-porter and a
policeman rushed forward c1d seized him.
When, few moments later, Greengraves,
aaving summoned assistance, hurried down.
stairs and Joined the crowd, he found tina,
the story OF the crime, and the scandal at
tached to 1t, was already public property.
The foreigner was the husband of the
famous ddnseuse, half mailman, from
whom she had separated a year or so ago In
Ger own country. Her husband, who hat
tracked his beautiful wife from one Eur,
peah city TO another, vainly imploring he
70 return to him, and who at last, when III
existence OF her intrigue with Fordyc
reached his knowledge, crazy with jealo,
rage' had thus bindly wreaked his yenp,
ance on the infatuated dune of a wholly In
and heartless woman.