Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1889-10-25

knew who Sister Marion was or guess
CT my me suucil tnc homo of Sister
I Nj. lcenl. Bat we VINO are III the Sc
cret may go back space and visit the
home she left behind her in her woe
and pride, refusing to accept anything
from the hands of her unfaithful hus-
band. Charles Auchester had yielded
to the madness of foolish passion for
awhile and had followed the beautiful
singer for whom he had deserted his
wife half over Europe. Her bad tenn
per had soon wearied him, however.
He guessed that she was untrue TO
him; and awoke one morning to find
that she was gone with lover more
to her taste The natural result fol-
lowed. Remorse brought repentance.
He returned home. hoping to find his
wife bewailing his absence, but to his
| horror could find no trace of her.
! Penniless ard friendless, she had gone
! forth into the world and seemed to
have vanished utterly. He advertised
for her. He set detectives to work.
He went in search of her, but all in
vain At last he heard from one who
knew his wife that she had been seen
by her IN the streets of a certain noun
tain village, and set forth at once in
that direction. Entering the village,
he passed the walls of church and
came to small parsonage The pas
tor of little place like this usually
knows all its inhabitants. Charles
Auchester bethought him of this, and
seeing an elderly gentleman in the
garden, entered and made inquiry.
The gentleman proved to be the
clergyman. and replied kindly to his
questions.
Marion Auchester is not a common
name, he said "A lady thus called
resided here for more than a year. 1t
is not long since | was called to per
form her funeral rites. She died sud
denly, and, according to her desire,
was buried privately at midnight.
Yonder is her grave"
'DeadN' gasped Charles Auchester,
and turned away He had killed her,
then. He should never ask her for
giveness or receive it. His brain was
on fire. He knew not what he did or
whittier he went. He staggered along
the road like drunken man, repeating
that awful word, Dead dead p
AT last he fell senseless to the earth,
and good Christians lifted him from
the road and carried him to tavern
hard by, where they deposited him
upon bench in the public ROOM
The landlord was not at first inclined
to approve of this action, but having
examined the strangers clothes, his
well filed pocketbook and his port
manteau, decided that he was able to
pay his way, locked up his valuables
and prepared the best room in the
house for his accommodation. The
doctor was sent for. and shortly mes
senger was dispatched for Sister Mill
cent, who came at once.
1T is a gentleman of means, ma
dame" said the landlord, land very
handsome man. He's quite out of his
mind and in high fever, but I've
found out his name from marks on his
things and letters in his pocket. He
is Mr.. Charles Auchester The do
mimic says he asked him some ques-
tons about some one-he didn't say
who it was-and seemed to go out of
his head when he heard the person
was dead"
Sister Millicent uttered a cry and
sunk into chair. She was trembling
from head to foot.
Are you ill., What can l do for
you, madamel" cried the landlord,
but by sign she forbade him to APP
prOach her
Il was faint; it is over" she cried.
But am not sure that am able to
nurse this Mr.. Auchester." She arose
and went toward the door There she
paused.
rs he very ill., she asked
I'm danger, the doctor said, " replied
the landlord. He doesn't know any
thing, but if you are not able. don't
risk your health, madame; surely you
do enough; this man is not poor
Sister Millicent paused moment.
rested her head against the doorway.
and seemed to deliberate. Then she
said:
Il will go to him." and followed the
landlord to the strangers room, which
she never left for many weeks.
For days he raved of Marion; de-
clared himself her murderer; prayed
to die Then he lay motonless and
senseless. One day, however, he came
to himself and looked upon nun like
figure at his bedside with some curl
osity.
who are your he asked, family.
Il am Sister Millicent," the woman
answered. Il have been nursing you
You are better | know"
Il wish | was dead the man an
swered.
Sister Millicent put soft hand upon
his forehead.
You are young; you seem to be
prosperous, she said. why do you
wish to diel"
Il have killed my wife," he an
swered.
You only fancy that" Sister Mill
cent said, gently.
No" he replied, Il did not deal her
any blow, | did not poison her, but l
killed her all the same"
He hid his face in the pillow for
awhile, and then he said:
There are crueler things than
blows"
Heaven knows there are" the wo-