Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1890-05-08

CHAPTER.-LORD HARRY TO vIMPANY.
Here my old-vagabond-Vimpa is an
interesting case for you-the CRY of a pa
tient with a sick mind. Look over it. and
prescribe for your Wild Irish friend, If you
eau.
You will perhaps remember that I have
never thoroughly trusted YOU, in all the
years since we have known each other.
AT this later date in our lives, when /
ought to see more clearly than ever what
An unfathomable man you are, am rash
enough to be capable of taking you into
my confidence?
I don't know what am going to do:
feel like man who has been stunned.
To be told that the murderer of Arthur
Mountjoy had been seen in London-to be
prepared to trace him by his paltry as
sumed name of Carrigeen-to wait vainly
for the next discovery which might bring
him within reach of retribution at my
hands-and then to be overwhelmed by
the news of his illness, his recovery, and
his disappearance: these are the blows
which have stupefied me. Only think of
i'll He has escaped me for the second
time. Fever that kills thousands of harm
less creatures has spared the assassin. He
may yet die in his bed and be buried, with
the guiltless dead around him, in a quiet
churchyard. | can't get over it: 1 shall
never get over it.
Add to this, anXieties about my wife
and maddening letters from creditors
and don't expect me to write reasonably.
What | want to know is whether your
art (or whatever you call it) can get at my
diseased mind, through nv healthy body.
You have more than once told me that
medicine can do this. The time has come
for doing it. | am in bad way, and a
bad end may follow. Ny only medical
friend, deliver me from myself
In any case. let me beg YOU to keep
your temper while you read what follows.
! have to confess that the devil whose
name is Jealousy has entered into me, and
is threatening the tranquility of my mar
ried life. You dislike Iris, | know-and
she returns your hostile feeling towards
her. Try to do my wife justice, neverthe-
less, as do. don't believe my distrust
of her has any eXcuSe-and yet, am jeal-
GUS More unreasonable still, I am as
fond of her as | was in the first days of
the honeymoon. Is she as fond as ever
of me? You were married man when
was boy. Let me give you the means of
forming an opinion by narrative of her
conduct, under (what l admit to have
been) very trying circumstances.
| When the first information reached Iris
! of Hugh MOuntjOy'S dangerous illness
we were at breakfast. Itstruck her dumb.
| She handed the letter to me and left the
| table.
hate man who doesn't know what it
! is to want money; L hate a man who keeps
! his temper; | hate man who pretends to
| We lily w TIC illcuti, dutl w Ilo IL SeCletll
in love with her all the time. What differ
| ence did it make to me whether Hugh
Mountjoy ended in living or dying? II
had any interest in the matter it ought,
by rights, seeing that | am jealous of him.
| to be an interest in his death. Well de-
| clare positively that the alarming news
! from London spoiled my breakfast! There
is something about that friend OF my wife
that SNUG, prosperous, well behaved
| EngliShman-which seems to plead for
| han GOD knows howD When my mind is
least inclined in his favor. While l was
reading about his illness | found myself
hoping that he would recoyer-and, give
you my sacred word Of honor, hated him
all tae time.
My irish friend is mad-you will say
| Your irish friend, my dear fellow, does not
dispute it.
Let us get back to my wife. She showed
| herself again after a long absence. hav-
! ing something (at lasD to say to her hus-
| band.
81 am innocently to blame" she began,
s'for the dreadful misfortune that has
| fallen on Mr.. MOuntjoy. Ii [ had not
| given hin message TO Mrs. Vimpany he
would never have insisted on seeing her,