The Portland daily press., 1889-01-14

And now all YOU have to do is to imagine
that you are O stay here until this time to-
morrow" the doctor added, when some fish
erman, perhaps, will discover. yonr drowned
and bruised body. You are looking for the
last time upon yonder setting sun; DO you
hour 1t will be at the mouth of the cave; an
hour more and it will have filled it to the
roof. You will be alone, and death will
come slowly and frightfuly. You will struggle
and strain and tug at your letters; the steel
will cut into your flesh, but you cannot break
it. The cold water will creep slowly to your
knees, your waist. your throat! You will
scream-ah! what screams! but the rocks
will echo them back and they will die away
upon the sea. You will think of the sweet
ness of life, of your warm familiar home, of
the love of your friends, and of your husband
and then the wave will lap over your face,
and gurgle into your mouth, and strangle
your breath you will be nothing but lump
of lifeless flesh, and this pleasant, luxurious
world will know you no moreP'
DIR. Creamery must have had good deal of
the actors talent; he had begun his speech
lightly enough, but as he went on his voice
became hoarse and incisive; he made strange
gestures, and there was something terrible
and ominous In his aspect. Rachel sat gaz-
Ing at him with parted lips and widening
eyes. As he flushed she rose to her feet, and
stretching out her hand to her husband, fall
tered, Let me GOT,
By sudden forcible movement the doctor
interposed himself between them.
Five o'clock! he exclaimed, in stern
commanding tone.
Roger stood. motionless for few moments
while daZed expression came over his face
The docter now moved to one side; the hus-
band and wife were within couple of PAGES
OF each other. and Rogers eyes rested upon
her. But there was queer vague look in
them : and presently he said, in sluggish
Here / am-here! she exclaimed; "here
in front of you What ails you, Roger? Take
off this manacle-it hurts mel Don't you
hear me?"
sit is very odd," said Roger, turning to the
doctor: what has become of Rachel? She
was here just now, and didn't see her go
"Mrs. Mowbray?" responded the DOCTOR
coolly why, my dear fellow, she just went
out OF the cave. Is it possible you didn't
notice her? See, " he added pointing outward
there she stands on the rock at the entrance
oeckonlng to us! Come on, It's getting damp
and we shall be catching our death of cold.
We have long walk before u.s.
The two men moved together toward the
mouth of the cave, Roger walking like man
In dream. Suddenly piercing shrek filled
the cave. Roger! my husband! my love!
Hear me-! Come to mel" Then came
Mowbray and the doctor were now at the
mouth of the cave. and the latter pointed
along the beach to the right. There she
goes, he said ''let us hurry. and catch up
slippery stones and hurt herself"
"Oh, GodW said husky voice, strained
and unnatural. The chain ratified and
strained there was groan. Mowbray had
moved out of sight. The doctor turned and
looked into the cave with hideous express
sion; then he, too, vanished.
A storm had been gathering during the
afternoon and soon after o'clock IL burst
over Slvne Head, with frequent crashes of
thunder and zigzags of lightning. The rain
Kissed down in torrents. Six o'clock had
passed when Roger Mowbray, his clothes
soaked through and scared, drawn look on
his face walked hastily into the inn and
called for Pat Mcguire. After the summons
had been repeated once or twice, with in
creased emphasis. Mrs. Mcguire appeared
from the kitchen, wiping her hands upon her
apron. What would We be pleased to want
sorr?" said she; ''sure, Mister Mcguire step
ped out an hour ago; he was afther fearin'
ye'd be caught in the rain, and twas warnin'
We to come home he'd be, Didn't We meet
him at all, at alp" F
mo. Has Mrs. Mowbray-my-wife-
she returned?"
sorri Yere the first in this night"
doctor Gramery-haS not he got back?
We parted on the beach-he took another
path up the cliff, Have you seen nothing OF
either Of tbem?"
mot l, Misther Mowbray-hide nor hair av
EN-. But there was a bit of letter the doc
tor left this mornin', an he was telin'
Misther Mcguire to give it We at 6 O'Clock
not sooner. Maybe that'll explain things
more be token It's O'Clock now, an afther
Wait till fetch i'll"
She disappeared into the kitchen and re-
turned in moment with a letter in her
hands. Roger opened it, and this is what he
read:
Roger Mowbray when you read this shall
have accomplished the purpose for which i
brought you down here and for which have
waited many yeals. You know me as Crit
nth Creamery, but my true name is John Fell
brigge. Thirty years ago your father took
away the woman | loved, Mercy Holland,
and ruined her. She bore him child; by
MS neglect and cruelty she died in chlldbed
At that time he had already married; but
his wife became an invalid, and incapable of
raising up children for him, he caused him to
he put forward as her son, thereby keeping
the estates in the family. But you have no
more right to your name than any other base
born waif of the gutter.
/ waited long while for the proper time
and means for retaliation; but when l heard
you were married. saw my way. Last night
| proved my power over you; today, in the
cave, shall put 1t into practice. AT the mo-
ment you read this, your wife, chained to the
rock by the manacle have provided for the
purpose, will be drawing her last breath in
trust, as that which your father caused Mer-
cy Holland to endure. And you, realizing
that you abandoned her there, misled by the
Dewilderment put upon your senses. will
understand something of the despair | felt
when knew that the woman | would have
made my wife had died in shame and misery.
May you live to endure that despair as long
as / Rave done! AS for me, YOU will never
see me again. have my place of retreat
provided, where shall spend many yeaIs in
esae and comfort, happy in the assurance
that all desired has been brought to pass.
Blessed be Hypnotisml Yours to command.
JOHN FELBRIGGE.
Roger Mowbray slowly laid the letter down
on the table and looked up with a CHASTITY
countenance. At that moment there was
hurried step on the threshold, sound of
voices. and the door was. thrown open. In
swept the storm, with wind and rain; a clap
OF thunder shook the house, and there stood
Pat Mcguire, red in the face and breathless.
Leaning on his arm, weak and lettering, her
clothing drenched and torn, her wet hair
hanging about her shoulders. her wrist
bruised and bloody-there was Rachel Now
bray, rescued at utmost need, with the sea
leaping at her very throat by the worthy
Irishman whom chance had brought within
hearing of her final cutlery. There she was,
no phantom of bewildered brain, but true
flesh and blood, alive and safe-and in her
husbands armsi fsHa
Next morning. when the storm had cleared
away, the dead body of Doctor Creamery,
alias John Felbrigge, was found lying at the
foot OF Slyne Head, crushed and disfgured
How he came to his death, whether 10y acct
dent or design, was never known. He may
have lost his way and missed his footing in
the storm or the horror of the deed he had
done may have proved too much even for his
iron nerves, and he sought Obls ion in suicide.
He was buried where he fell. and the great
cliff is his gravestone; but the peasants avoid
the spot, and in the roaring OF the waves