The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-06-22

wrote her these words: BE firm
the dead sycamore and | alone know
we are both incapable OF speaking"
| sat on thestOne floor Of the prison
awaiting the morning. | knew that |
loved a monster, but | loved stlil. No
thOuLht Of Oetraying her came to my
mind. All other thoughts-hCme,
friends, good name-were drowned l n
the a}l.conquerlng sea. recalled my
morbid sensation before saw her, |
compared that nights reflection with
my present state Of feeling. Was |
not a murderer at heart? Was it not
lust that ] should be punished for the
sin | had conceived but not commit
ted?
Morning came and with it my re-
lease. Mrs. Brown had confessed the
crime and was dying. She wished to
see me. She was lying on a sofa,
and by her side a grave old man held
her pulse in one hand and his watch
in the other. She opened her eyes and
held out a feeble hand to me.
"POOr, generous fool. did you think
| would let you die" she said? "No,
l have killed all l wished to kill. |
kept silence until my poor tOOls-my
so-called nurse and physiCian-couId
escape. | needed them and used
them; but they are innocent, except
of knowing me, and they are gone.
How long have T." she asked of the
physician.
Not an hour" he answered sol.
emily.
more than enough. | am the wife
of Clifford Lewis. He won me by
that soft voice which you admired; he
crushed me by that iron hand which
you saw. | was high-strung, impetu.
Gus, passionate. / loved him-God
knows how much!-but | defed him.
| did not want to be ruled. In this
evil hour his brother Montague
came to live with us. He treated me
kindly and I trusted him. | told him
| vas unhappy-fatal, weak comics,
sion. He was a mean creature. He
loved me-he asked me to fly with
him. l refused. / told him l hated
him. He went away, bnt left L
poisoned arrow. He told his brother
that / confessed that / loved him, and
he fled to save our happiness"
Glow artistically he planned his
revenge! When my husband found
that my pride outstood his cruelty,
he struck deeper. We had a child
hear the dying woman struggled fear
fully with death and with that agony
which is iercer-"a beautiful blue
eyed boy, with all that is good
imaged in his face and not yet blighted
by his inheritance of evil. He came
at night, when he slept in my arms.
l hope he is dead-I have never seen
him since.
II could not die; but there was one
thing left for me to dol could kill. |
would cleanse the race from thesetwo
plague spots. No other woman should
suffer as | had done"
| had q dim consciousness that the
room was full of ~people-that this
woman lay dying on a sofa. l could
not collect my senses. / dropped on
my knees by her side and strove to
say a prayer for her soul-her guilty
soul. l heard a cry of agony, a con-
vulsed breathing, and / remember
nothing more.
A dark room; the same grave old
gentlemen; the too familiar face OF
Susan with a bowl or Cruel in her
hand. This picture succeeded the last.
/ tried in vain to reconcile the two.
"There; seems to me he looks sensi-
bier" said Susan.
The doctor $50 | imagined) started
up: eyes, here is a change for the bet.
ter. My dear young friend, how do
you feel?'
| answered with a ghost Of a voice
that / did not know.
"A very bad typhus, a very compli-
Gated important case. You are alive,
my young friend, through the blessing
of God aud successful medical treat.
ment."
"And the tree, is that typhusg And
Mrs. Browns she typhas2 And muir
der, and all shat, merely typhus?"
Malignant typhoid, my dearyoung
friend. Great irritation OF the brain,
proceeded almost always by low spir,
it's, strange fancies, delirium, and too
often death. But you are alive, and,
my FRIEND
''Mrs. Brown wishes to know how
the gentleman Isl" said a voice at the
door.
Decidedly better, said the doctor.
"Poor woman, / wish she had better
advice!"
1t turned out that / had met Mrs.
Brown at my chamber-door. with the
fever circulating in my veins, and had
fallen down unconscious. The subse-
quent events had existed but in my
fevered brain. / had transmitted two
very respectable, snuffy old bachelors
into my murdered men, and Mrs.
Brown proved to be a very nice,
though rather elderly and plain in
valid lady, for whom / have the high
est respect.
The ~tree-it was the merest old
wreck you eve saw. No respectable
demon accustomed to a warm climate
would have thought for a moment of
taking up his abode ia it, particularly
his winter quarters.
"But, doctor" said /, after I had
got well enough to 60 downstairs,
II don't like the looks Of mrs. Browns
physician, after alt"
81 know the reason, my dear young
triend: our instincts are very apt to
be right" said the doctor, who was
a wo-and.twenty-gra
man. 'You do well to distrust chs