Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-02-25

noteL The baron is still with us, and there nave been more disaSreements about money matters. don't like the baron-and don't nnd III the attractions of my lady grow on me. ohe was much nicer before the baron joined us. My lord is a punctual paymaster; it's a ma1ter Of honor with him; he hates parting With hls money, but he does it because he mas gwen his word. receive my salary reg ularly at the end of each month-not franc extra, though have done many things which are not part of a courier's proper work. fancy the baron trying to borrow money of me! lie Is an inveterate gambler. I didn't believe 1t when my lady's maid first told me so-but l have seen enough since to satisfy me that she was right. l have seen other things besides, which-well! which don't in- crease my respect for my lady and the baron. The maid says she means to give warning to leave. She IS 8 respectable British female, and doesn't take things quite SO easily as I do. It is dull life here No going into company-no company at home-not crea- ture sees my lord-not even the consul or the banker. When he goes out he goes alone, and generally toward nightfall. Indoors he shuts himself up in his own room with his books, and sees as little of his wife and the baron as possible. I fancy things are coming to crisis here. If my lords suspicious are
  rible. Under certain provocations the noble Montbarry is a man who would stick at nothing However, the pay is rgood-and I can't afford to talk of leaving the place, like my ladys maid."
 Agnes handed back the letters so sugges- tive of the penalty paid already for his own infatuation by the man who had deserted her with feelings of shame and distress, which made her no fit counselor for the helpless woman who depended on her advice.
 "The- thing I can suggest" she said, after first speaking some kind words of con- fort and hope, lis that we should consult a person of greater experience than ours. Sup pose write and ask my lawyer (who is also my friend and trustee) to come and advise us tomorrow after his business hours?"
 Emily eagerly and gratefully accepted the suggestion. An hour was arranged for the meeting on the next day; the correspondence was left under the care of Agnes, and the courier's wife took her leave.
 Weary and heart sick, Agnes lay down on the sofa, to rest and compose herself. The careful nurse brought ill the reviving cup of tea Her quaint gossip about herself and her occupations while Agnes had been away, acted as relief to her mistress overburdened mind. They were still talking quietly, when they were startled by a loud knock at the house door, Hurried footsteps ascended the stairs. The door of the sitting room was thrown open violently; the courier's wife rushed in like madwoman.
 "He's dead! they've murdered himl" Those wild words were all she could say. She dropped on her knees at the foot of the sofa held out her hand, with something clasped in it-and fell back in a swoon.
 The nurse, signing to Agnes to open the windows, took the necessary measures to re- store the fainting woman. "Whats thiss" she exclaimed. "Heres letter in her hand See what it is, miss."
 The open envelope was addressed evidently in feigned handwriting to Mrs. Ferrari," the postmark was "Venice" The contents of the envelope were a sheet of foreign note paper, and folded inclosure
 On the note paper, only one line was writ ten. It was again in feigned handwriting, and it contained these words:
 "To console you for the loss of your hus- band"
 Agnes opened the inclosure next
 It was Bank of England note for thou sand pounds.