Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-13
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By FERGUS W. HUME.

"I hope I'll never meet them, then," said Mir. Frettlby, ''for if did would be inclined to agree with De Quincys essay on murder as one of the fine arts"
 Brian shivered at this, and looked appre hensively at Madge, and saw with relief that she was not paying attention to her father, but was listening intently.
 sThere she is," as faint rustic at the door announced the arrival of Mrs Sampson and the tea tray. "I wonder, Brian, you don't think the house is on fire with that queer noise always going on-she wants oil"
 'Yes, St. Jacobs oil" laughed Brian, as Mrs. Sampson entered, and placed her burden on the table.
 sNot 'avin' any cake" said that lady, "thro' not being forewarned as to the time of arrival-tbo' it's not ofting I'm taken by surprise-except as to a 'eadache, which, of course, is accidental to every pusson-1 ain't got nothin' but bread and butter, the baker and the grocer, both bein' all that could be desired except in the way of worry in for their money, which they think as low keeps the bank in the 'ouse, like Allading's cave, las I've 'eard tell in the Arabian Nights me 'avin' gained it as prize for English in my early girl'ood, bein' then con- sidered a scholard an industrus."
 Mrs Sampson's shrill apologies for the ab- oAS hopped out of the room, and Madge made the tea The service was quaint Chinese one, which Brian had picked up in his wanderings, and used for gatherings like these AS he watched her he could not help thinking how pretty she looked, with her hands moving deftly among the cups and saucers, so bizarre looking with their sprawling dragons of yell low and green. He half Hmiled to himself as he thought, ''If they knew all, wonder would they sit with me as cool and uncon- cernedF" MT. Frsttlby, too, as he looked at his daughter, thought of his dead wife, and sighed
 They chatted for a considerable time, till at last Madge arose and said they must go. Brian proposed to dine with them at St. Kilda, and then they would all go to the the atre. Madge consented to this, and she was just pulling on her gloves when suddenly they heard a ring at the front door, and presently heard Mrs. Sampson talking in an excited manner at the pitch of her voice
 "You shan't come in, I tell you," they heard her say, shrilly, land it's no good try mans 'ouse is is castle, am your a-breakin' the law, as well as a-spihn' the carpets, which 'as bin newly put down."
 Some one made a reply; then the door oa Brian's room was thrown open and Gorby | walked in, followed by another man. Fit&- | gerald turned as white as sheet, for he felt instinctively that they had come for him. l However, pulling himself together, he de manded, in naughty tone, the reason of the intrusion MT. Gorby walked straight over to where Brian was standing, and placed his hand on the young mans shoulder.
 ''Brian Fitzgerald" he said in clea, voice, II arrest you in the queens name."
 'tFor whatp' asked Brian. steadily.
 "The murder of Oliver Whyte."
 At this Madge gave cry.
 'It is not truel" she said, wildly. "My God, it's not true"
 Brian did not answer, but, ghastly pale held out his hands Gorby slipped the hand cuffs on to his wrists with feeling of com junction. in spite of his joy at running hi man down. This done, Fitzgerald turned round to where Madge was standing pale anc | still, as if she had turned into stone.
 'Madge," he said, in a clear, low voice, ". am going to prison-perhaps to death; but swear to you, by all that hold most sacred that am innocent of this murder"
 My darlingl" She made a step forward but her father stepped before her.
 "Keep back" he said, in hard voice ''there is nothing between you and that mal now"