Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-11-22

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he had bis bath, and, after dressing him.
self, went into his sitting room, where be
had cup Of tea, which refreshed him con-
siderably Mrs. Sampson came cracking
merrily upstairs with letter. which proved
to be from Madge, and tearing it hastily
open. he readit
~ cannot understand what is the matter
with papa, she wrote "Ever since that man
Moreland left last night, he shut himself up
in his study, and is writing there hour after
hour. ! went up this morning. but ne would
not let me in. He did not come down TO
breakfast, and l am getting seriously
alarmed. Come down tomorrow and see me,
for an anxious about his state Of health,
and am sure that Moreland told him some
thing which has upset him.
Writing" said Brian as he put the letter
in his pocket, what about, wonderI Per-
haps he is thinking of committing suicidel
II so, for one will not stop him 1t is a
horrible thing to do, but it would be acting
for the best under the circumstances
In spite Of his determination to see Calton
and tell all, Fitzgerald did not 60 near him
that day. He felt i'll and weary. the want of
sleep and mental worry telling on him fear
y
did before the murder Of Whyte
He was having his breakfast at half-past
8, when he heard the sound of wheels, and
Immediately afterward a ring at the bell.
He went to the window, and saw Cations
! trap was at the door, while the owner was
shortly afterward shown into the room.
"Well you are a nice fellow" cried Cal
ton, after greetings were over Here I've
been waiting for you with all the patience of
Job, thinking you were still up country"
"You must have some breakfast with me-"
said Brian
Calton having been supplied with what he
required, prepared to talk business
81 need hardly tell you how anxious am
| to hear what you have to say" he said, lean
ing back in his chair, "hut may as well tell
you that am satisfied that know half your
secret already
"lndeedr' Fitzgerald looked astonished,
sin that case, | need not"-
Eyes you need," retorted Calton. II told
you only know half"
(which half'
"Hum-rather difficult to answer-how-
ever, III tell you what know, and you can
supply all Deficiencies | am quite ready
go on-stop-" he arose and closed the door
carefully We'll" resuming his seat,
Mother Guttersnipe died the other night"
SIS she dead"
"As a door nail. )" answered Calton calmly
And a horrible death bed it washer
screams ring in my ears yet-but before she
died she sent for me, and said"-
"WhatF
"That she was the mother Of Rosanna
Moore"
'Yes"
"And that Sal Rawlins was Rosanna's
child"
"And the fatherF" said Brian, in low
voice.
"Was Mark Frettlby."
"Ahr
And now what have you to tell met"
"Nothingr'
Nothing" echoed Calton, surprised; ''then
this is what Rosanna Moore told you when
she died"
"Yes"
Then why have you made such a mystery
about tr'
"You ask that" said Fitzgerald, looking
up in surprise IF had told it, don't you
see what a difference it would have made to
Madger
I'm sure don't" retorted the barrister,
completely mysti6ed. al suppose you mean
well, of COURSE, II was not very creditable
Thing for her to have been Frettlbys mistress.
but stiH"- "a
"His mistressr said Fitzgerald, looking up
sharply; then you don't know all"
"What do you mean-was she not his mis-
tress2''
'No--his wife,"