Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1888-08-23
AUNT and Niece,
The Mistress Of
Hazelw0od.
BY GERALD CARLTON.

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Eyes. She is at my place in Walworth.
Doctor. | am acting on behalf of her law
ful protector, Miss Bentley. l defy Ora
ham To-"
"Hush!" Brinsley interrupted, solemnly.
Jack Graham is dead"
1t is very dreadful to learn suddenly
that the one against whom your soul is in
anger is no more. Will felt it so. He sank
into chair Mortified by Brinsley's startling
news, and repeated in whisper, the Doc
tors last word-dead!
NO one then or afterward suspected
Buckley of having murdered Graham. The
impression on the minds of Mrs. Worthing-
ton and the errand-S girl was that Buckley
had taken advantage of his masters help
less condition by stripping the house Of all
he could lay his hands on, and then leavl
ing hin to die; and that--and neither Will
nor Brinsley cared to undeceive them-Ada,
never accountable for her actions, finding
herself alone with her dying husband, and.
half mad with terror, had flown for assist
ance to the only friend she had in London
Mr.. Tryfoil.
DR.. Brinsley's impression, however, AZ 20
the cause of Jack Graham's death was the
one under which the wretched man himself
had died.
will, he said, "come and take a last
look at the man we used to call friend. It
is right that you should know in what
way he came by his death. You and I
alone must know that secret. There has
been evil plotting against your poor friend
in this house; but it is all over now, and we
don't want public scandal and nine days
wonder to grow out Of it.
WNo noofor. C,1 fo~I;At Whokav~~ - \
he has done let it be buried. / can't forget
whose brother he was"
Nor ], Will Bad as he was we must try
and cleanse his memory; if not for his sake,
for his poor mothers and for hers"
With those words DR.. Brinsley led Will
into the room that held what had once been
loud. vulgar, clustering Jack Graham.
Standing by the disfgured remains Of
Emily's brother, DR.. Brinsley told Will in
q whisper the words which the dead man
had convulsively uttered during the last
few minutes Of his life
ut was a dreadful death, the Doctor whis-
pered, with shudder dreadful, because
he struggled so hard against it. I had in
sured her life for thousands he gasped,
and poisoned her drink tonight From
the first thought should make null of
it. he said, and have. I got hold of the
poisoned cup by mistake. don't know
how did it-cursed, terrifying nervous
ness, suppose.
60 on. said Tryfoil; "go on"
his last words were sincere, Will,
Brinsley whispered, land we must try and
remember them when we think Of his black
crime. A moment before lock- jaw set in,
and he was robbed of speech forever, he
seized my hand, and gasped, with his last
breath: 'Brinsley, I'm glad my sin has
turned upon me. I'm glad I'm dying in
stead of her. am, SO help me Godp"
The approach of death had sobered Jack
Graham at last. His manly, honest feel
ings returned to him with the DEATH grip.
But, alas! too late. The drunkard's yoke
and his life terminated together. The
brandy bottle was the milestone round his
neck. He had been slipping poison all his
life, and when the avenging angel came. it
was appropriate he should treat him to his
last drink.
Il had always hopes that Graham would
reform, said DR.. Brinsley, in . sad, regretful
tone. "The first evening 1 made his acquaint-
ance he was drinking heavily, and took
him to my rooms, gave him an hypnotic
draught and kept him all night In the
morning he was full Of remorse at his own
folly, and seemed resolved to turn over q
new leaf He sat down at my desk, and
seemed to write aimlessly for . few min
utes-l thought he might be drawing up
some good resolutions, or q pledge for me
t. witness. Presently looked over his
shoulder and read the following:
-Ohi the weight Of drunken ssdnessi
Oh the yenrning. gnawing madnessl
Oh the cruel, racking badness
OF q brain besteeped in drink.
Oh the thoughts that make me sleeplessi
oh the horrors strike me speech1ess,
Leave my soul In dismal blakness
On the futures awful brink.
"Here he had stopped, seemingly unable
to 60 further. Poor fellow, he has now
crossed the brink. (" And the kind hearted
physician turned away to hide his emotion.
CHAPTER XXXIu
CONCLUSION
The end of this life drama is drawing to
close. Those who commit great crimes
must expect to meet the full need of retrib-