Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-05-02

haiE hour j should nave L5LE Lang Qal8
Grange forever?
Nevertheless, I walked resolutely
toward the spot. Another moment ana
should have reached 1t, but the door be-
hind me opened and Edna Lynton en-
tered.
The sight Of her sweet, sad face, the
consciousness of her dear presence,
changed the whole current Of my
thoughts. She advanced slowly, I might
almost say sOlemnly, toward me. After
one swift, searching glance her dCWncasE
eyes refused to encounter mine. By 8
slight gesture she declined the straight
backed oak chair L had pulled forward.
We stood, perhaps, a yard apart. Her
lips moved as though she stFoYe to
speak, but no sound came
You have come to tell me-" I said
the words suggestingly, to help her.
YES but am IN great trouble, she
answered, almost in a whisper. Your
wife refuses me permission to explain. 4"
You felt bound to ask her frst?"
Eyes. I was bound.
Then let the matter rest. I want no
explanation. I have seen and know
enough.
But Dr.. GascOigne says the time has
come when the truth can no longer be
concealed" she said, looking at me sadly
and Wistfuily, but speaking in a frmer
voice. He is here now, and if you will
not listen to me he insists on explaining
everything himself.
IN that case viii hear you, said,
cOnstrainedly.
And she went on:
"On the morning of the day she died,
Mrs. Hargreave conhded to me a secret,
little suspecting 1 already knew it. To
prevent your discovering it I went at
your Wife's request, in the same train as
you to Leicestershire. II was dis
guised. You could not recognize me. I
followed you 10 Tom Titles, and arrived
only just in time to make him break of
his story"
HE told me how Mr.. Hargreave had
come by his death"
Not quite. He did not tell you what he
had once before told me. He kept back
by my desire the fact that when that
terrible catastrophe took place Miss Har-
greaye was-that, alas, for years, she
had been at times"
For heavens sake, don't seek to spare
me; ] begin to see pretty clearly that I
was tricked into marrying a mad woman.
can bear anything now save seeing you
suffer thus. What Gascoigne had to
do"
I should tell you that Mrs. Hargreave
took DR.. GascOIgne into her confidence
from the first. When he saw Miss Har-
greave arrive at Glendale House he was
struck with her resemblance to the girl
he had loved many a year ago; & girl who
suffered in the same way as your wife
whose engagement to him was broken of
on that account. He was interested in
Miss Hargreave for the sake of that re-
semblance, but still more deeply when he
discovered she was the daughter of the
woman he had loved. He has always
hoped she might be cured, and considered
that the great dread aud shame she enter
tanned lest you should discover the sad
4 -1-
But lately she has bafled all our efforts
for her good.
Last night DR.. Gascoigne found her
in a most unsatisfactory state, but she
yielded to his entreatY that-under GER
tain circumstances-he might send her to
some home where maladies like hers are
treated. You see now how you misin-
terpreted their words! Alas, she requires
the closest watching. That box marked
books that you conveyed to her, con
tanned There are different kinds OF
madness" Edna said, and, sinking hel
voice almost to a whisper, added, hers is
dipsomania periodic drunkenness-in-
heFited from"
"Traitress!" cried a voice that rang
At the same moment there was a sharp
report, a smoke, a low stifed cry, and
Edna sank forward against my shoulder
The arras was raised at the very spot I
has been o near Investigating, and in the
shadow of it stood my wife, the revolver
| just fired still smoking in her hand. With
an expression of terrible mGlIgnItY on heI
/ face, she held it pointed in the same
direction. Her finger was on the trigger
She was about to discharge SECOND
barrel.
wound my arms round Edna. Bend
ing over her, I stroVe to cover her with
my body. Thus shielding her-my fasci,
or "a vofg+ r
wife suddenly alter the position of hel
weapon. She put the muzzle to her OWL
forehead fred, and fell like a log upOI
the floor.
George, my wife, lay dead. Edna, my
! love, had sunk fainting in my arms
bound to make it pubIic-the tragic draml
of nv life is ended