Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1888-04-20

Listen a moment" said Mr. Major Here
is letter from our rash friend, and as it
concerns you, gentlemen, l will read 1t. But
first, my dear Madam, let me help you into
the carriage"
The prostrate woman made no answer.
save by slow rolling of her body-her sobS
continuing without cessation The letter was
read:
Mr. MAJoR,-To make a paymeut for
shares bought by Mr. TriIlion, borrowed
ten thousand dollars from your house yestar-
day. Mr.. Trillion has failed, and does not
protect me. He escapes, and am left in the
trap. 1 charge HIM to pay my wife the
not es he owes me. As he hopes TO be saved.
let him consider that debt of honor
But my death lay at NorcroSs door.
He has followed me with a steady bay, like a
bloodhound. His claim is now settled for
ever, as l told him. don't ask God to for
give him-I don't and God won't Let him
live, the cold-blooded wretch that he is; one
world or another would make no difference;
for to a devil like him. there is no heaven.
no earth, no nothing but hell
MY poor wife! See to her, if YOU have
any pity for JOHN TRAINOR"
Look" said Mr.. Major, holding the letter
under tho stony eyes of NorcrosS, '.see where
VIC tSai > pIiStSA Su lliS paper
All the while, Mrs. Trainor kept up an in
artlculate moaning, though the sound grew
fainter from exhaustion.
"Let us stop this" said Trillion, seeing the
gathering crowd of passerS-by. Better be
at home"
Pointing to the still PROSTATE woman, he,
with Mr.. Major, gently raised her up and
placed her in carriage. She did not speak,
but murmured pleadingly, while her face
| wore a look of agonized longing, and her out
stretched hands clutched nervously.
Poor thing" said Mr. Major, his voice be-
ginning to tremble-"she shall have her dead
husband, if it is any comfort to her.
"That's right" said Trilion, carry him off
before half-a-dozen coroner buzzardS come to
fight over him"
The body was laid in the carriage, the
head she had so often careSsed resting in her
lap, while her tears bathed the unconscious
face, and her groans became heart-rending.
Still holding the carriage door, Mr.. Major
| turned to Norcross, saying:
81 don't know what you have done, but his
blood is on your soul. l would rather be
| like him there, than you, on your feet Tril-
lion, don't mind the so, 900; but was it lust
the manly thing to leave a man that trusted
| you i'll this way to be sacrificed Why didn't
you come down this morningar
He stepped into the carriage, and away it
rolled with its load of sorrow.
| Mr.. NorcrosS found the glances of his COM
panion and the bystanders quite uncomforta-
BILE, and he skunk silently away. Failure and
disgrace he had met; but this was a position
for which he had not the nerve. Flight was
the only alternative for NorcroSS. As long
as he remained in New York every face
seemed to wear look of condemnation That
very day he left the city in disguise. Desti-
tute, friendless, and broken-spirited, he wan
dered from city to city, vagabond upon
| the face of the earth. In New Orleans he
was so far reduced that he was obliged to earn
miserable support in an oyster-saloon near
| the levee. One night, a fight began between
some drunken boatmen; and Norcross, though
in no way concerned in the affair, received a
chance bullet in his forehead, and fell dead
without a word