Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1885-01-30

/ g oehC iiohi Ah W al hSio lpohi, anu
to tell the truth, my heart was sore fol
him. But, Lord bless you! the detec
tive police can't afford to encourage
such feelings, for, if they did, guilty
people would often 60 free-oftener
even than they do. So | hardened my
heart, and says to myself, 81 must
keep it up, and either this man will &C
mad, or else fear and remorse will
drive him to confesslon."
Next morning the laundress gave me
some linen handkerchiefs to carry: te
Mr.. Warfeld. | wrote across the up
per one, "W. Il. Loring." and gave il
to him while the color was fresh. He
read it and gave me an awful look.
"Thomas," he said, "what does this
mean?"
"What do you mean?" | asked, look
ing at him, while he kept his eyes a
way and held the handkerchief from
him, as if he was afraid it would blind
him.
"Who gave you this handkerchief
he asked s'ernly.
"The laundress, sir-Bridget.
"Call her to come here this instant
OF course | took care that Bridget
didn't come too soon and when Mr.
Warfield thrust the handkerchief be-.
fore her eyes and demanded to know
why it was written on she stared a.
if he had told her it was rattle snake
Sure enough, there was nothing to see,
for tie writing had all faded away. Mr.
WarfieId presently perceived this, and
uttered some feeble words of apology,
but he was white as death and his ewes
looked wild and fierce.
Well. needn't repeat all the things
fthis sort that 1 did, but kept it up
for weeks, till at last everything in his
room-evsry bit of linen he wore used
to bear that terriable writing. | saw
thst he was breaking up fast, and |
knew crisis was approaching. He
never spoke now when he saw these
signs, but be still grew pale as corpse
and spasm, Of pain contorted his face.
One night, when had left good
deal of the writing about his room
on the pillows, on his counterpane, on
his handkerchief, | was good deal
surpris' to notice that he observed il
all quite calmly, and instead of the
customary horror and terror that his
face showed, "A sad but calm smile
rested about his lips. was troubled
about this change, and ask, d myself
Does he at last suspect me- But
he dismissed me and bade me good
night, as usual, and | had no excuse
for lingering, but saw his light burn
ing I'LL very late, and though | passed
tie door often heard no sound OF
distress.
-',lie suspects me- thought "and
mes-.- TO rrarv-,,,o------r----;ccs SOL
watched his room all night. But the
poor man escaped me after all. In
the morning he was found dead, look
ing very quiet and peaceful, and on d
httle sheet of tinted note paper, folded
in two and laid upon his heart, was
his confession:
81 killed Mr.. Loring-his death was
occidental and not premeditated
murder. We quarreled on the subject
of his daughter, whom | adored and
of whom | thought myself basely
cheated. In the heat of passion !
struck him a blow which caused his
death. From my heart and soul
ask forgiveness from him and from
his family, and voluntarily give up my
life as forfeit for his"
That was all felt kind Of sorry
but it's my business to detect crimi
nails, and | must take such means q;
come to my hand. Will Allan was
cleared of the last suspicion, and hi
sweet, clever little wife was properl.
| grateful.