Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-06-13
A DEADLY SORROW.
BY "A. H.

Five years ago to-day Booth Stan
field, a detective friend of mine, com.
united suicide" remarked a Scotland
9ara detective, who had joined ou1
party around a table in the "Chelses
Gardens" one hot evening, when a hall
dozen of the force were gathered
there.
WAS he insane?" / asked.
The Scotland Yard detective blew
the froth from a foaming tankard, and
drank long and deep of the famous
brew and heaving a sigh which was
expressive of the satisfaction which the
cooling draught had filled him. he re-
piled: No; it was a deadly sorrow"
TELL us the story"
Il would that it were only a story,
bnt if you gentlemen will keep quiet,
ask no questions until l get through, /
will do So"
$50 ahead, we're num-"
AAll right! Booth Stanfeld was one
Of the keenest men on the yard-a
strange man, but a strong II among the
strong ones. In person he was wei six
feet in height, and we'll proportional,
and for muscular power he beat any
thing l ever saw in my life. Yet, some
how, in looking at his face l could not
get oyer the thought that he had suf-
&ered some great sorrow, or had some
great wrong to avenge; however, in the
latfer supposition l was entirely mis-
2siSen. l told him one day how he
seemed to affect me.
Booth said /, a trife nervous, I
a.ay have presumed, if so, I crave your
pardon; but the sorrow that sits upon
yonr face tells me that you are pining
nnder some great trouble-a trouble
that is slowly destroying your life
"'Yes, Mort, he replied, I have a
tronble-a lingering sorrow-that is
stealing my life away. and yet l long tc
die; but see here, Mort, [ must trust
some one or this thing will drive me
mad
Booth said l, ifI can he of any
service to you, I'm yours to command.
He told me his story, which made
All impression on my mind that can
only be etfaced by death, and l will en-
deayor to relate it in his own words.
THE DETECTIVES STORY.
One day l was bending over my desk,
in our chiefs office, writing busily,
when all at nee something fair and
white stood before me-; a slim figure in
hoating %draperies, q face that was per-
feet, and a pair Of wondrous eyes gaz.
ing upon me, while a sweet, low voice
asked gently.
us my father-is Mr.. Larrimer in :
Then as she observed my glance of sur.
prise, she added: Il have lust re.
3asned from school, and must see papa
And the sweet voice had a ring of i'm.
patience in it.
Of course l provided her with a seat;
Mr. Larrimer would soon return, and
Miss Larrimer chose to wait for him,
Sitting there we chatted pleasantly, and
before We scarcely realized it we were
On friendly terms.
A heavy footstep and then Lionel
Larrimer, my chief, the most naughty.
purse-proud man in the great city, made
his appearance and had his daughter in
his arms, kissing her tenderly.
/ stood aside until the meeting was
over, then 1 noticed that the
girl had whispered something te
her father; he turned to me,
My daughter, Miss Lillian, Mr..
Booth Stantield!" he said, hurriedlv,
and there was a careless Indifference in
air. Larrimer's tone that CALLED nv
pride inexpressibly--it was as though
Has an inferior and my presence Just
tolerated.
Come, Lillian" said her father, "let
as go home. 1t is such a comfort to
nave you back again. Mr.. Stanford
iurning to me carelessly-"you will
please call on Mr.. Mortimore and see
what you can learn from him about that
diamond robbery and report when 1 re-
1nln, an hour so later"
l bowed. Then Larrimer moved
away, and she, with a bow and a sweet
smile, followed her father.
All, by the way" he added, Ian
gnidly, as they were about to leave the
office. my daughter, Miss Larrimer.
intends giving a reception on the Doth
anst., and has invited you"
bowed in acknowledgment. The
invitation was extended as one filings a
bone to a dog.
Miss Larrimer is very kind" + re-
snonded: Il shall take pleasure in &C.
cepting."
He bowed stifiy, aud then 1 was left
alone; but between my pen and the pa
per before me, there came the vision of
3 fair face, and clouds Of yellow hair,
The face OF the m whom I was des-
ilned to love until l died.
The night of the reception came. I
assembled the marble steps Of Mr.. Lar
lamer's stately mansion with q wildly
beating heart, and not long afterward 1
Was ushered into the grand drawing
sGa,In.
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