Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-21

so anxious Moreland should not be seen b any onea That he had made some startlin revelation was certain, and Fitzgerald fe sure that it was in connection with the hai som cab murder case He wearied himse with conjectures about the matter, and t. ward daybreak threw himself, dressed as h was, on the bed, and slept heavily till l 1 o'clock the next day. When he arose an 1 looked at himself in the glass he was startle at the haggard and worn appearance of hi face The moment he was awake his min went back to Mark Frettlby and the visit c Roger Moreland.
 The net is closing round him. he mu, mured to himself. "I don't see how he ca escape. Ohi Madgei Madgei if could onl spare you the bitterness of knowing wha you must know, sooner or later and tha other unhappy girl-the sins of the father will be visited on the children-God hell them"
 He had his bath, and, after dressing him self, went into his sitting room, where h. had cup of tea, which refreshed him con siderably. Mrs. Sampson came cracklins merrily upstairs with letter, which proved to be from Madge, and tearing it hastily open, he read it.
 II cannot understand what is the matter with papa" she wrote. "Ever since that ma1 Moreland left last night, he shut himself u, in his study, and is writing there hour aftel hour. went up this morning, but he would not let me in. He did not come down t< breakfast, and l am getting seriously alarmed. Come down tomorrow and see me for am 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 lette, Ill his pocket; what about, wondera Per. haps he is thinking of committing s,licidel If so, l for one will not stop him. It 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 go near him that day. He felt ill and weary the want of sleep and mental worry telling on him fear fully, and he looked ten years older than he did before the murder of Whyte He was having his breakfast at half-past $, when he heard the sound of wheels, and lmmedlately afterward a ring at the bell. He went to the window, and saw Calton's trap was at the door, while the owner was shortly afterward shown into the room.
 Well, you are 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
 II need hardly tell you how anxious am to hear what you have to say" he said, lean ing back in his chair, "but I may as we'll tell you that am satisfied that know half your secret already"
 "1ndeedr' Fitzgerald looked astonished, Gin that case, need not'-
 "Yes you need" retorted Calton. 1T told you I only know half"
 Which halfr'
 "Hum-rather difficult to answer-how- ever, I'll tell you what know, and you can supply all deficiencies. am quite ready go on-stop-" he arose and closed the door carefully "Well," resuming his seat, Mother Guttersnipe died the other night"
 "Is she deadm
 ''As a door nail,' answered Calton calmly. And horrible death bed it washer screams ring in my ears yet-but before she died she sent for me, and said"--
 'What?"
 ''That she was the mother of Rosanna Moore"
 ''Yes!n
 ''And that Sal Rawlins was Rosanna's child"
 And the father9' said Brian, in a low voice.
 ''Was Mark Frettlby."
 stAh!"
 And now what have you to tell mel"
 'Nothingr'
 Nothing" echoed Calton, surprised; ssthen this is what Rosanna Moore told you when she died2"
 ''Yesl"
 "Then why have you made such a mystery about it2"
 "You ask that" said Fitzgerald, looking up in surprise. "If I had told it, don't you see what difference it would have made to Madgeg'
 "Im sure I don't" retorted the barrister, completely mystiied. "I suppose you mean Frettlbys connection with Rosanna Moore: well, of course, it was not very creditable thing for her to have been FrettIby's mistress, but still"-
 His mistress2" said Fitzgerald, looking up sharply; "then you don't know all"
 What do you mean-was she not his mis- tress?'
 ''No-his wife!"