The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-04-13

then with the tread Of d cat, he felt abont
his room till he found ON the table two
delicate coils of fine insulated wire and a
couple ofAtacks. Carefully opening tho
door, he crept down stairs and through
the hall to the door Of tho library. The
door was closed, and kneeling down on
the mat he pushed tack into the door
near the jamb and stuck the other in the
door post. From one to another he
stretched bit OF insulated wire. Then,
aided by the glare of the flashes Of light
ming, that had now grown bright and
frequent, he laid the wires under
the mat and along the floor to
the foot Of the stairs Then in his
stoekinged feet he crept upward, dropping
the wires over into the well Of the stair
way rs nc went In moment or two the
wires were traced along the floor of the
upper entry and under the door into his
ROOM Here they were secured to small
battery and connected with tiny electric
bell that stood on the mantle shelf. To
stifle It's sound in case 1t rang he threw
his straw hat over the bell, and then he
felt sure that at least one part of his work
was done.
Louder and louder rolled the thunder
The lightning flashed brightly and Lit up
the bare, mean little room, where the
wretch covered and shiyered in the bed,
sleepless and fearful he knew not why.
He feared the storm and the night. He
feared everything. His guilty heart made
terrors out of the night and natures
healthfuI workings. The very storm,
blessed harbinger of clearer days and
sweeter airs, terrified him.
There was q sound Of rushing wind
in the air A more vivid flash blinded
= IT. L. Sr.
coward ears to drown the splendid roll of
thunder Another flash seemed to I'LL the
room.
Ali What was that9 His eyes seemed to
start from their sockets In terror.
There. written in gigantic letters of fire
upon the wall, glowed and burned single
word:
FRAUD
He stared at it and rubbed his eyes. It
would not be winked out There was
loud crash of thunder and furious dash
of rain against the window; then another
binding stroke of lightning. He drew the
clothing over his head in AFFECT terror.
Again the thunder rolled as IL in savage
comment ON the writing on the wall.
It was O mistake, a delusion. He would
face the hoFrid accusation.
1t was gone, and in its place was q pict-
ure It seemed the top Of
All! it was that chimney. Already the
false stucco had fallen off, and there,
pictured upon his wall in lines of fire,
were the evidences of his fraud and
crime
He sprang from the bed with an oath
and looked out of the window. Darkness
everywhere. The beating rain on the
window pane ran down in binding rivu-
let's A vivid flash Of lightning illunain-
ated the garden and the house. Not
living thing was stirring. He turned to-
ward the bed. The terrible picture had
gone With muttered curse upon his
weak, disordered nerves he crept into bed
and tried to sleep.
Suddenly the terrible writing glowed
upon the wall again, and he fairly
screamed with fright and horror:
MURDER!
He writhed and turned upon the bed
in mortal agony. He stared at the
letters OF the awful word with ashen
lips and chattering teeth. What hfae-
GUS dream was this? Had his rea-
son reeleds Could it play him phantom
tricks like this? Or was it an ayenging
angel from heaven writing his crimes upon
the black night?
Great Godl What was thats''
The writing disappeared, and in its place
stood picture of his wretched victim and
himself. Her fair, innocent face looked
down upon him from the darkness, aud he
saw his own form beside her.
He raved with real madness now. Great
drops of perspiration gathered on his face
He dared not face those beautiful eyes so
calmly gazing at him. Where had high
heaven gained such knowledge of hinni
How could God punish him with such aw-
ful cruelty?
Hell and damnation have come" hc
screamed in frantic terror. The thunder
rolled in deep majesty, and none heard
| him. The wind and rain beat upon the
house, and his rawlings disturbed no one
Take it away! Take it awayln he
| cried in sheer madness and agony.
1t would not move. The lightning only
made the picture more startling and
] awful. The sweet and beautiful face of
| Alice Green lived before him in frightful
burn TO cinder before her serene, I'M
earthly presence.
1t was her ghost revisiting the earth.
Was it to always thus torment him?
Thank God 1t has gone. y
The room became pitch dark, and he
fell back upon the pillow i'll what seemed
20 him bloody sweat. He could not
sleep, and for some time he lay trembling
on the bed and trying TO collect his senses
and decide whether he was in possession
of his reason or not.
J Suddenly there was fash Of light, and
new vision sprang into existence before
him.
An angel in long white robes seemed t
be flying through the air toward him, an
above her head she held sword Be-
meath her feet was the word '.Nemesisr'
in letters of glowing fire.
The poor wretch rose up in he'd, kneeled
down upon the mattress, and facing the
| gigantic figure that seemed to float in the
air above him, cried aloud in broken
gasps:
''Pardoni For--Christ''---
lie threw up his arms and screamed in
delirious terror
The angel advanced through the air to-
ward him and grew larger and taller She
seemed ready to strike him to the ground
land she was gone
He fell forward fat on his face, and
tears gushcd from his eyes in torrents.
For while he lay thus moaning and cry
ing, and then he rose, staggered to the
wash basin, bathed his face with cold
water, and crept shivering and trembling
| into l,ad