Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-11-29

After tho doctor had gone, Cation turned
sharply to Sal Rawlins, who stood waiting to
/ be addressed
WELL" he said briskly, ''can you tell US
what startled Hiss Fret.lbyF'
II can, sir" she answered, quietly. 81 was
in the drawing room when Mr.. Frettlby died
-but-we had better go up to the study"
"WhyP asked Calton, in surprise. as be
and Fitzgerald followed her up stairs.
because, sir" she said, when they had en-
tered the study and she had locked the door,
81 don't want any one but yourselves to know
what tell you"
More mystery" muttered Calton, as he
glanced at Brian. and took his seat at the
escritoire
"Mr Frettlby went to bed early last
night" said Sal, calmly, land Miss Madge
and were talking together in the drawing
room, when he entered, walking in his sleep.
carrying some papers,
Both Calton and Fitzgerald started, and
the latter grew pale.
HE came down the room and spread out
a paper on the table where the lamp was
Miss Madge bent forward to see what it was
tried to stop her, but it was too late. She
gave n scream and fell on the floor In do
| iiiS oO ouC tluppCuCu W IOuCn ucI ldCucI IlC
awoke, and fell down dead"
"And the papersF asked Calton, uneasily
Sal did not answer, but producing them
from her pocket, laid them in his hands.
Brian bent forward as Calton opened the
envelope in silence, but both gave vent to an
exclamation of horror at seeing the certifi.
cate of marriage which they knew Rosanna
Moore had given to Whyte Their worst
suspicious were confirmed, and Brian turned
away his head, afraid to meet the barrister's
eye The latter folded up the papers thought
fully and put them in his pocket.
"You know what these are" he asked Sal.
cycling her keenly,
81 could hardly help knowing" she an
swered at proves that Rosanna Moore was
Mr.. Frettlby's wife. and"- She hesi
tated.
"Go on" said Brian. in harsh tone, look
ing up.
And they were the papers she gave Mr.
Whyte."
"WellF'
Sal was silent for a moment, and then
looked up with a flush.
"You needn't think Pm going to split"
she said, Indignantly, recurring to her
Eourke street slang in the excitement Of the
moment Il know what you know, but s'elp
me G. III be as silent as the grave"
Thank YOU" said Brian, fervently, taking
ter haad"l know you love her too well to
betray this terrible secret"
~ would be @ nice un', would" said Sal,
with scorn, latter her lifting me out of the
gutter, to round on her-a poor girl like me,
without friend or relative, now Grams
dead"
Calton looked up quickly. 1t was plain
Sal was quite ignorant that Rosanna Moore
was her mother. So much the better; they
would keep her in ignorance, perhaps not al
together, but it would be folly to undeceive
her ut present.
I'm goin' to Miss Madge now," she said,
going to the door, land | won't see you
again; she's getting lightheaded, and might
let it out; but I'll not let any one in but my
self" and so saying she left the room.
"Cast thy bread upon the waters" said Cal
ton oracularly. "The kindness of Miss Fret
t4by . that poor waif is already bearing
fruit-gratitude is the rarest Of qualities,
rarcr even than modesty."
Fitzgerald made no answer, but stared out
of the window, and thought of his darling
lying sick unto death, and he could do moth
ing to save her.
"Well," said Calton, sharply.
"Oh, beg your pardon" said Fitzgerald,
turning in confusion. II suppose the will
must bc read, and all that sort of thing"
"Yes," answered the barrister; II am one of
the executors"
"And the others?"
yourself and Chinston," answered Calton;
so suppose" turning to the desk, 1--WE can
look at his papers, and see that all is
straight"
"Yes, | suppose So" replied Brian, me-
chanically. his thoughts far away, and then
he turned az lin to the window. Suddenly
Cation gave gent to an exclamation of sur
prise, and tlrning hastily, Brian saw him
holding thick roll of papers in his hand,
which he had taken out Of the drawer.
Look here, Fitzgerald" he said, greatly
excited, "here is Frettlby's confession-look" |"
and he held it up
Brian sprang toward in astonishment. So
at last the hanson cab mystery was to be
cleared up These sheets, no doubt. con
tained the whole narration of the crime and
how it was committed.
1--WE will read it, of course" he said, hesi
tating, half hoping that Calton would pro
pose tc destroy it at once
"Yes," answered Cation, ''the three execu
tors must read it, and then-we will burr
it."
THAT will be the better way" answered
Brian. gloomily "Frettlby is dead, and the
law can do nothing in the matter, so it would
be best to avoid the scandal of publicity
But why tell Chinstonp
1--WE must" said Cation, decidedly "H,
| will be .,,jre To .ruther the trIlth from MadreI
rawlings, and may as we'll know all He i
quite safe, and will be silent as the grave
Out | am more sorry to tell Kilsip."
"The detective! Good God, Cation, surel.
you will not do sor'
81 must" replied the barrister, quietly
"Kilsip is firmly persuaded that Morelan'
committed the crime, and | have the sam
dread of his pertinacity US you had of mine
He may find out ALL"
"What must be, must be-" said Fitzgerald
clenching his hands. "But | hope no on
else will find out this miserable story. There
Moreland, for instance"
"Ah, truel" said Calton, thoughtfully. III
: called and saw Frettlby the other night, yo'
say"
Eyes wonder what fora'
"There is only one answer" said the bar
: rister, slowly "He must have seen Frettlb
following Whyte when he left the hotel, an
, wanted hush money"
II wonder if he got it," observed Fitz
gerald.
, Calton, opening the drawer again, and takin
out the dead mans check book. "Let m
see what checks have been drawn lately"