The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-12-31

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of Furnishing the murderer, now that
more than three years had elapsed since
the crime.
Besides-was he Pauline's brotherp
Brother or not, would unmask him.
would show him that the crime was
no longer a secret; that an outsider
knew everything in detail. l would tell
him this in the hope that his future
would be haunted with the dread OF q
just vengeance overtaking him.
l knew the name of the street to
which Pauline had led me. had no.
| ticed it as we drove from it few nights
ago, and the reason Of my drunken
guides mistake was apparent 1t was
Horace street. My conductor had jum-
bled up Walpole and Horace in his
drink-muddled brain.
On what slight thread the whole
course of lifo hangs!
Macari had heard of Pauline's illness
and delirium. He was as tenderly So
licitous in his inquiries as brother
should be. My replies were cold and
brief. Brother or not, he was answers
BILE for everything.
Presently he changed the subject. II
scarcely like to trouble you at such a
time, but / should be glad to know if
you are willing to join me, as l sug-
gested, in memorial to Victor En-
manuelp"
81 am not. There are several things
l must have explained first"
He bowed politely; but l saw his lips
close tightly for moment.
II am quite at your service, " he said
"Very well. Before all / must be sat
isfied that you are my wife's brother. !"
He raised his thick dark eyebrows
and tried to smile.
THAT is easily done. Had poor Cen
eri been with us he would have
vouched for it."
"But he told me very differently"
"Ah, he had his reasons, No matter,
I can bring plenty of other persons"
"Then, again" said, looking him
full in the face and speaking very slow
ly: Il must know why you murdered a
man three years ago in a house in Hor-
ace street"
Whichever the fellow felt-fear or
rage-the expression Of his face was
that Of blank astonishment. Not, /
knew, the surprise of innocence, but Of
wonder that the crime should be known.
For moment the jaw dropped and he
gaped at me in silence.
Then he recovered. care you mad,
Mr.. Vaughan?" he cried.
"On the goth Of August, 1856, at
No. - Horace street, you stabbed here,
to the heart, a young man who was sit
ting at the table. DIR. Ceneri was in the
room at the time, also another man with
scar on his face"
He attempted no evasion. He sprang
to his feet with features convulsed with
rage. He seized my arm. For a mo-
ment / thought he meant to attack me,
but he only wanted to scan my face at
tentively. l did not shrink from his
inspection. hardly thought he would
recognize me; so great change does
blindness make in face. s..t.
But he knew me. He dropped my
arm and stamped his foot in fury.
"Fools! Idiots!' he hissed Why
did they not let me do the work thor
oughlyr'
He walked once or twice up and down
the room, and then with regained CON-
posure stood in front Of me.
"You are a great actor, Mr.. Waugh
an" he said, with a coolness and Gym
icism which appalled, me. "You de-
ceiyed even me, and am very sus-
picious."
"You do not even deny the crime, you
yillainP"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Why
should /, to an eye-witnessP To others
/ will deny it fast enough. Besides, as
you are interested in the matter, there
Is no occasion TO do So"
al am Interested"
Certainly; as you married my sister!
Now, my fine fellowl my gay bride
groom! my dear brother-in-lawl | will
tell you why killed that man and what
l meant by my words to you at Geneva" "
His air of bitter, callous mockery, as
he spoke these words made me dread
what was to come. My hands were
tingling to throw him from the room.
THAT mani shall not for obvious
reasons tell you his name-was Pau
lines lover. Translate lover into
Italian-into what the word drudo signi-
fies in that language-then you will
understand my meaning. We, Of our
mothers side, have noble blood in our
veins-blood which brooks no insult
He was Pauline's, your wife's, lover, /
say again. He had no wish to matry
her, and so Ceneri and killed him
killed him in London-even in her pres
ence. AS told you once before, MIR.
Vaughan, 1t is well TO marry woman
who can not recall the past"
made no reply. So hideous state
ment called for no comment. simply
rose and walked toward him. He saw
my purpose written in my face. "Not
here" he said hastily, and moving
away from me: "what good can 1t do
here-a vulgar scuffle between two gen.
tlemenP No; on the Continent-any-
where, meet me, and l will show you
how hate you"
He spoke well, the self-possessed vii
lain! What good could il do3 An un'
seemly struggle, in which ] could scarce
ly hope to kill him; and Pauline the
while perhaps upon the point Of death
GO" cried, murderer and cow
ardl Every word you have ever spoken
to me has been lie, and because yor
hate me, you have to-day told me the