Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1890-07-17

+, got revolver ID your nand-the hand De-
| hind your back. What are you stopping
for?"
II cannot" said the man.
| "You must, Mickey o. Flynn-you must;
| or it's murdered You'll be Yourself" said
| to lift your hand. And then you'll be a
| murderer for life. l am another-we shall
| both be murderers then. Why don't you
| fire. man."
! BY -, | cannotr' said Mickey. He
| held the revolver behind him, but he did
not lift his arm.
His eyes stared: his mouth was open:
| the horror Of the murderer was upon him
| before the murder was committed. Then
| he started
''Lookr' he cried. Look behind you
Lord Harry turned. The second man
was upon him. He bent forward and peer
| ed in his face.
Arthur Mountjoy's murderer" he cried,
and sprang at his throat.
| One, two, three shots rang out in the
! evening air. Those who heard them in
the roadside cabin. at the railway station
on the road, shuddered. They knew the
| meaning of those shots. One more MUIR
der to load the soul of Ireland.
! But Lord Harry lay dead in the middle
| of the road.
The second man got up and felt at his
| throat.
Faith" he said, II thought was MUIR
dered outright Come, Mick, let US drag
him to the roadside"
They did so, and then, with bent heads
| and slouched hats, they made their way
! across country TO another station, where
! they would Eot be recognized as the two
who had followed Lord Harry down the
| road.
Two mounted men of the Constabulary
| rode along an hour later and found the
| body lying where it had been left.
| They searched the pockets They found
a purse with few sovereigns; the por-
Trait of lady-the murdered mans wife
"a sealed envelope addressed to Hugh
| Mountjoy, Esq, care of his London hotel;
and a card-case: nothing of any import
| ance.
1T is Lord Harry Norland," said one
1.-THE wild lord-he has met his end at
! lastr'
| The letter to Iris was brief 1t said:
! Farewell! | am going to meet the
| death Of one who is called a Traitor II the
Cause. | am the Traitor of a Cause far
! higher. May the end that is already plot
| ted for me be accepted as an atOnementl
! Forgive me, Iris! Think OF me as kindly
! as you can. But | charge you-it is my
| latest word-mourn not for one who has
/ done his best to poison your life and to
ruin your SOUL"
: In the other letter he said:
know the aHectlOn you have always
entertained for Iris. She will tell YOU
! what she pleases about the past. II she
tells you nothing about her late husband,
think the worst and you will not be
wrong. Remember that whatever she has
, done was done for me and at my instiga-
! ton. She ought TO have married you in
stead of me.
Il am in the presence of Death. Tho
men who are going to kill me are under
! Nhou will IDil
tonight. Perhaps thew will wait for a
! qMieter ana safer place. But they Will
! kill me-
in the presence of Death, rise super
ior to the pitiful jealousy with which l
have always regarded you. l despise it.
| ask your pardon for it. Help Iris to for
| get the action of her life of which she has
most reason to be ashamed. Show that
! you forgive me-when you have forgiven
! her-and when you have helped her in
! the warmth and strength of your love to
! drive me out of your thoughts forever:
H. N"