Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-10-14

man who wants to know about the cheque,
air ;" saii Thinton & Tsrbet's clerk to CAL
ton.
"Oh, inde d" answered Gallon, quietly.
81 am glad to see him; You cm CO."
TIE tlsrk bowed and went out, closing
the door after him. Moreland took his
seat directly in front OF Gallon; and with
his back to the door. Kilsip, seeing this,
strolled aero thu room in morctalant
manner, while Cation engaged Morelsnd
in conversation, and quietly turned the
key.
resuming his set.
ayes; that is, alone" replied Morslard,
unessily.
"Oh, these gentlemen are all my
fiisrd,," sii Calt,n, quietly; anything
you msy say is quite safe:
THAT they are your friends, ard are
quite sasr, is rothirg to me-" raid More
land, iusclsnt'y. II wish to speak to you
in private" >,
"Don't you think you would like to
know my friendsm said Calf IN coolly, tax
ing no notice Of the remark.
Oh your friends, sir!' cried More
land, furicu,ly, rising from his seat.
Gallon laughed, and introduced Mr..
Moreland 10 shs otEep.
"Dr. Chinston, Mr.. Kilsip, and-Mr.
Fiiz gerald"
Fitzgerald, !" gssped More'and, growing
male. "I-I-what's that?' be shrleked,
as be saw Whyte's coat, all weather.
stained, lying on chair near him, and
which he Immediately recognized.
That's the rope that's going to hang
you" said Kiltip, quietly, coming behind
him, "fcr the murder of Oliver Whyte."
"Trapped. by c." shouted the wretched
m an, wheeling round, so as to face KilSp.
He sprang at the detectives thrca', and
they both rolled together on the flor, but
the latter was too strong for him.. and,
sfter sharp struggle, he succeeded in GEL
ting the handouts on Moreland's wrists.
The theirs stool aIo1nd perfectly quiet
knowing that Ki'sip,required no assistance.
Now that there was no possibility OF ee-
CAPE, Moreland seemed 10 bee ne resigned,
and rose sullenly off the flor.
by G.! I'll make you
nav for this" he bissed be-
tween his teeth, with q white despiring
face. "You can't prove anything"
Can't WEI" said Gallon, touching the
confession. "You are wrong. This is
the confession of Mark Frettlby made be-
fore hs died"
''Irs q id lie"
"a jury will decide that" said the
barister driJy. "Me,nwhile on will pass
the night in the Melbourne goal"
"Ab, perhaps they'll give me- the same
cell as you occupied" said MoIelapd, with
hard laugh, turning to Fitzgerald. Il
should like it for IFS old associations"
Brian did not answer him, but picking
up his hat and gloves, PIE pared to 60.
'"Stop" cried Morelsnd fiercsly. " see
that it is all up with me, 80 i m not going
10 lie like a coward I've Played for a
big stake and lest, bat if hadn't bean
such fool, I'd have cashed that che que
next morning and been far away by this
time"
1T would certainly have been wiser"
said Csltop.
"Aft .r all, said More'and, nonchalant-
ly, taking no notice of his remark, "
don't know that IN sorry sbout il. I've
hsd a hell upon earth since l killed
Whyte."
Then you acknowledge your gili?'
said Brian, quietly.
"Moreland shrugged his shoulders.
81 told You wssa't a coward, he answer
el Co1lly. "Yes, did it; it was Whyte's
own fault. When I met him that night he
told me how Frettby wouldn't let him
marry his daughter, but said that hs'd
make him, and showed me tie marriage GER
tifcate. I thought if l could only get it
I'd make nice little pile out of Frettlby
over il; so when Whyte went on drinking
did not. After he had gone cut of the
hotel, Iput on his coat, which he left be-
hind. l saw him stsndipg near the lamp
post, and Fitzgerald cone up and then
leave him. When you came down the
street." he went Oh, turI Jog TO Fitzgerald,
II shrank back into the shadow, and when
you passed l ran up to Wbyte az the cab
man was plttipg him in the HANSON. He
took me tor you, so I didn't undeceive
him, but / swear ] had no idea IF murder
iog Whyte when got into the cab. /
tried to get the prpNs, bat he wouldn't
let me, aud commenced 70 sing ont.
Tie / Thought of the chloroioym in the
o; cket of his coat, which I was wearing.
pulled it out, and found that tie cork
was losse. Then l took out Whyte's
handkerchief, which was also in the coat,
and emptied the bottle on it, and put il
back 10 my pocket. again triei to get the
papers, without using the chlorofoIm, but
couldn't, so l clapped the handkerchief
over his mouth, and he went off after
few minutes, and got the papers
1 hn
and it was only when I saw the
newspaper that l knew be was dead, /
stopped the cab in st. Kilds Road, got ont
and caught another cab, which was going
to town. Then got out at Powlett street,
took off the coat, and carried it over my
arm. 1 went down George street, towards
the Fi!zroy Gardens, and having hid TIE
coat mp a tree, where / suppose Y On found
| it, to Kilsip, 81 walked home-so I've
done you all nicely, but"
you're caught at last" finished Kill
sip quietly.
Moreland fell down in a chair, with an
air of utter WEAKNESS and lsssitude.
No man can be stronger than Destiny"
he said, dreamily. II have lost and you
have won; so life is chess-board after all,
and We ara tie puppets of Fate"
He refused to utter another word; 90
leaving Cation, and Kilip with him
Brian aud tie doctor went out end hailed q
cab. 1t drovs up to the entrance of the
cru t where Cations Office was, aid then
Moveland, walking as if in dream, left
the room, and got into the cab, followed
by Kilsip.
"Do you know" said Chinston, thought
fully, "a they stood and watched the cab
drive eff, do Won know what the end Of
that man will be?"
'Itrequires o prophet 10 f,retell that, "
slid Calton, ryly. He will be hanged. /"
"Nc, be WON'T" reto7ted the doctor.
'He will commit suicide"
CHAPTER XXNV.
''THE LOVE THAT LIVES"
Thsre are certsio p,riods in the life o.