Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-11-08

amusement, cuf the snopoT MS late lamented
parent. found out that his family had come
over with the Conqueror-Glanville do
Whyte helped to sew the Bayeux tapestry,
suppose-and graduated at the Frivolity
theatre as n masher. In common with the
other gilded youth OF the day. be worshiped
at tho gas lit shrine Of Musette, and the god
dess, pleased with his incense, left her other
admirers in the lurch, and ran AWAY with for
tunate Mr.. Whyte As far as this goes there is
nothing to show why the murder was COM
mitted Men do not perpetrate crimes for
the sake Of light o loves like Musette, unless
indeed some wretchcd youth 1mbezzles money
to buy his divinity jewelry. The career of
Musette in London was simply that of a
clever member Of the demi-monde, and, as
far as | can learn, no one was so much in
love with her as to commit crime for her
FAKE. So far, SO good; the motive of the
crime must be found in Australia. Whyte
had spent nearly all his money in England,
and consequently Musette and her lover ar
rived in Sydney with comparatively little
cash. However with an Epicurean like
philosophy they enjoyed themselves on what
little they had, and then came to Melbourne,
where they stayed at a second rate hotel.
Musette, may tell you, had one special vice,
common one-drink. She loved champagne,
and drank good deal of it, Consequently,
on arriving in Melbourne, and finding that
new generation had arisen which knew not
Joseph mean MuSette-she drowned her
sorrow in the flowing bowl, and went out
after quarrel with Mr. Whyte to view Mel
bourne by night--a familiar aspect to her, no
doubt What took her to Little Bourke street
don't know Perhaps she got lost perhaps
it had been favorite walk of hers in the old
days; at all events she was found dead drunk
in that unsavory locality by Sal Rawlins l
know this is SO, because Sal told me so her
self. Sal acted the part Of the good Samar-
itan; took her to the squalid den she called
home, and there Rosanna Moore fell danger
ously ILL Whyte, who had missed her, found
out where she was and that she was too ill to
be removed. presume he was rather glad
to get rid of such an encumbrance, SO went
back to his lodgings at ST. Kilda, which,
judging from the landlady's story, he must
have occupied for some time, while Rosanna
Moore was drinking herself to death in a
quiet hotel Still he does not break off his
connection with the dying woman; but one
night is murdered in a hanson cab,
and that same night Rosanna Moore
dies. So, from all appearance, every
thing is ended; not SO, for before dying
Rosanna sends for Brian Fitzgerald at his
club, and reveals to him secret which he
locks up in his own heart. The writer of this
letter has a theory-a fanciful one, if you
will-that the secret told to Brian Fitzgerald
contains the mystery of Oliver Whytes
death. Now then, have not found out a
good deal without you, and do you still de-
cline to reveal the rest? | do not say you
know who killed Whyte but | do say you
know sufficient to lead to the detection of tho
murderer II you tell me, so much the better,
both for your own sense of justice and for
your peace of mind; if you do not-well, l
shall find it out without you. have taken,
and still take, great interest in this strange
case, and have sworn to bring the murderer
to justice; so make this last appeal to you
to tell me what you know. If you refuse, /
will 60 to work to find out all about Rosanna
Moore prior to her departure from Australia
in 1858, and am certain sooner or later to dis
cover the secret which led to Whyte's mur-
der If there is any strong reason why it
should be kept silent, |, perhaps, will come
out if have to find it out myself, the muir
lerer of Oliver Whyte need expect no mercy
1t my hands So think over what l have
'aid If do not hear from you within the
aext week | will regard your decision as
final, and pursue the search myself.
II am sure, my dear Fitzgerald. you will
find this letter too long, in spite Of the inter-
esting story it contains, so will have pity
Oh you and draw to close. Remember me
to Miss Frettlby and to her father With
kind regards to yourself, remain, yours
very truly DUNCAN CALToN."
When Fitzgerald had finished the last Of
the closely written sheets, he let the letter fall
from his hands, and, leaning back in his
chair, stared into the dawning light outside
with haggard face. He arose after a few
moments, and, pouring himself out glass of
brandy, drank it feverishly. Then mechanic
ally lighting cigar, he stepped out of the
loor into the fresh beauty of the dawn.
There was soft crimson glow in the east,
which announced the approach of the sun,
and he could hear the chirping of the awak-
ening birds in the trees. But Brian did not
see the marvellous breaking of the dawn, but
stood staring at the red light faring in the
east, and thinking of Cations letter.
~ can do no MORE" he said bitterly, lean
ing his head against the wall of the house.
"There is only one way of stopping Calton,
and that is by telling him oil My poor
Madgel My poor Madge"
A soft wind arose. and rustied among the
trees, and there appeared great shafts Of
crimson light in the east; then, with O sud-
den blaze, the sun peered over the brim of the
wide plain. The warm yellow rays touched
lightly the comely head Of the weary man,
and, turning round, he held up his arms to
the great luminary, os though be were fire
worshiper.
~ accept the omen of the dawn" he cried,
"for her life and for mine"