Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-03-24

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4 centre of theNvllRge.
! When I had passed them a few wsteps
Lucy sprang alter me and laid hel
hand upon my arm.
SIS he-dead? Have-yoa found
hint2"- she asked eagerly, yet brokenly
| I'VE have not found him and it /.
impossible he can live," 1 replied
hoarsely.
Her hand dropped off my arm ant
she uttered low cry.
1 strobe on quickly until stood before
the police station. Here 1 paused a
moment, just to catch a glimpse of the
sun lifting its head over the hills to The
east, and lighting up the sails of {
bark few miles away in the offing.
"Now farewell hope and life and
everything that makes life dearP' 1 ex
claimed, as turned quickly and en-
tered the station.
Then in a few words told my tale
and gave myself up as the murderer Of
Hugh Darcy. Of Lucy, or the caust
of the ill-feeling between my victim
and myself, 1 said nothing.
My story seemed rather to bewilder
the serjeant in charge; but presently
he sent one of his men to ask Mr.. FitZ-
gerald if he would be so good as to cal
at the barracks on very important
matter,
"Thls is somewhat out of the usual
course" he said to me, in explanation.
I'm the ordinary way should take
you across to the house. But. as Mr..
Fitzgerald is your uncle, aud the near
est magistrate, and as you might not
wish to be paraded backwards and for
wards before all the people, thought
lie might come here"
''Thank you for your attention." i
replied in a resigned tone. ''But j
would rather you parade me before
all Ireland than before my uncle"
'Oh, should have to take you be-
fore him anyhowl The only question
is whether here or at the house."
''Oh, here-here, by all meansI" ]
answered.
Then L laid my face on the table and
shut out the light with my hands.
Presently heard the footsteps of my
| uncle in the passage outside, and the
next moment he entered the room.
started to my feet and stood before
him. He took no notice OF me, but
looked at the serjeant.
"What is the-the important matter
you wished to see about, serjeant?" he
asked nervously, while his face grew
pale as death. SIS it a charge of any
kind? And could it not have been
brought before me in the usual wayp"
''It is a charge of murder, your wor-
ship" replid the sergeant. And. as
the prisoner''-my uncle shiyered at
the word-''is your nephew, L thought
you would prefer to take the charge
here"
"I-I-why should you thing SOP"
asked my uncle trying to looK stern,
but failing in the attempt. "My own
daughter is nothing to me in the dis
charge of my duty. But-bnt what
did you say? Acharge of-of murder?
Surely not charge Of murder?"
Eyes, your worship; tho prisoner
himself confesses to it,n answered the
ser; ant. -
ssood Heavenr cried my uncle. as
he staggered across the floor and sank
into chair.
There lie sat for few moments his
hands covering his face. Theh he dis
closed his white Mortified face again,
and, carefully avoiding sight of me,
turned to the serjeant.
swell, well," lie said, in broken
voice that went to my heart, Ego on.
L am ready. Are there any witnesses?"
"YeS, one OF your own servants,
sir-Michael Flanagan, who. the prls-
ener tells me, saw the deed"
"One of my own servants!" ex
claimed my uncle. ''Saw the deedl
Well, well, bring him in"
"Here he is, SIR" replied the SER
jeant, as Michael entered and stood be-
fore my uncle, shaking IN every limb,
as If about to be charged with the crime
himself.
'.Wen, Michael said my uncle
slowly, "what is this you saw-this-"
Accident, sir" replied Michael, as
if about to faint-''it was only an acei-
dent sir. You see, sir, the grass was
wet an slippy, sir, an the poor young
gintleman, sir, he slipped. sir, an went
over, sir, into the say, you see."
"Oh, Michael, don't think of me-
speak the truth" l cried. .'Uncle,
swear him." ,
"Hold your tongue, Garrett Fits
geraldi" cried my uncle, attempting.
the tone of judge dealing with a re-,
factory prisoner. 80 you say, Michaer
it was an accident?"
Eyes, sir-yes, your honor, an acci-
dent as true as truth"
''That disposes of the charge of muir
der, think, serjeant." said my uncle.
"But this is still a serious case, and
there must be further inquiry, further
strict inquiry"
"The witness has not been sworn yet
your worship" replied the sergeant
gravely.
Swear him, swear him!" cried my
uncle desperately, while he looked
round as if he were the prisoner and
wished to escape. "Swear him, by all
meansI Fiat justitia-fat juStitid y1at
- Eh. eh, what's all that noise in
the streetp What's all that shouting
about?"
As if in answer to him, Lucy rushed
into the room.
"Oh, papa" she cried gsspingly, yet
joyfully, "they've 'they've found him!
He's not deadl The barque in the bay
"a boat picked him up-and here he
comes!"
The next moment crushing, shout
ing, cheering crowd surrounded the
polIce-station; and presently. borne by
four men, Hugh Darcy was carried into
the room.
"Saved! SavedI" cried Lucy, as she
sprang towards me and threw her arms
about my neck.
When stopped to kiss her she had
tainted.
Half an hour later we were on our
way to the house, Darcy borne on a
litter, but suffering so little pain that
he joked with us on the way. a months
good nursing, taken in turns by Lucy
and myself, together with the pure air
of Lisnaree soon made him himself
again.
A month later. ''to prevent acci.
DENTS" as my uncle said, Lucy and 1
cfoOd foOpther at the alter of the little