The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1890-10-01
A DEADLY SORROW.
BY A. II. sSoRDRIcKER.

detective friend of mine, cemmittedisui-
eide. remarked Scotland Yard detect
i've, who had joined our party around a
table in the Chelsea Gardens, one very
warm evening when half dozen of the
force were gathered there.
"Was he insane 2" | asked.
The Scotland Yard detective blew the
froth from foaming tankard and drank
long and deep of the famous brew, and
heaying a sigh which was expressive of
the satisfaction with which the cooling
draught had filed him, he sadly re-
piled
No, it was deadly sorrow"
Tell us the story"
/ would that it were only a story, but
If you gentlemen will keep quiet and ask
no questions until get through, l will do
So"
$50 ahead we're num-"
"All right Booth Stanfeld was one Of
the keenest men on the yard-a strange
man, but strong one among the strong
ones. In person he was over six feet in
height, and well proportioned, and fer
muscular power he beat anything l ever
saw in my life. Yet, somehow, in look
ing at his face l could not get over the
thought that be had suffered some great
sorrow, or had some great wrong to
avenge; however, in the latter supposi-
ton l was entirely mistaken, and told
him one day how he seemed to affect
me.
"' Booth said 1, trifie nervous,
may have presumed, and if 50 crave
your pardon; but the sorrow that sits
upon your face tells me that you are pin
ing under some great trouble that is de-
stroying your llre.'
"Yes, Mort" he replied, Il have q
trouble-a lingering gsorrow-that is steal
ing my life away, and yet long to die
bat see here, Mort, must trust scme
one, or this thing will surely drive me
mad"
a. Booth said /, If l can be oi
any service to you, Pm yours to COM
mand.'
He told me his story, which made an
impression on my mind that can only be
effaced by death, and l will endeavor to
relate it in his own words.
THE DETECTIVES STORY.
One day I was bending over my desk,
in our chiefs office, writing busily, when
all at once something fair and white stood
before me a figure in floating draPeries, q
face that was perfect, and pair Of won
drous eyes gazing upon me, while sweet
low voice asked
SIS my father, is Mr.. Larrimer-in ?
Then, as she observed nay glance ofsur
prise, she added
81 have just returned from school, and
must see papa"
And the sweet voice had ring of i'm
patience in it.
OF course l provided her with seat
Mr.. Larrimer would soon return, and Mis-:
Larriner chose to wait for him. Sitting
there we chatted pleasantly, and before
we scarcely realized it we were on friend
ly terms.
A heavy footstep, and then Lionel Lar
rimer, my chief, the most haughty, 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 | noticed that the girl had
whispered something to her father he
turned TO me
My daughter, Miss Lillian, Mr.. Boott
Stanfeld y he said, hurriedly, and ther'
was careless indifference in Mr.. Lsrri
mer's tone that CALLED my pride mex
pressibly-it was as though | was an in
ferior, and my presence jnst tolerated.
"Come, Lillian" said her father, lei
US go home. It's such comfort to have
you back again. Mr.. Stanfeld turn
ing to me carelessly-" you Twill pleas
call on Mr.. Mortimore and see what y OF
can learn from him about that extensive
diamond robbery and report when
return"
! bowed. Then Larrimer moved AVA
and she, with bow and sweet smile
followed her father.
"Ah, by the way" he added, languidly
as they were about to leave, my daugh
ter. Miss Iarrimer intends giving
reception on the 2Sth and has inviteC
you"
Ibowed in acknowledgment The in
vitation was extended as one filings
bone to dog.
miss Larrimer is very kind" l re
sponded. shall take pleasure in ae
cepting."
| He bowed stiffly, and then | wss lei
alone; but between my pen and the pa
per before me there came the vision OF
fair face, and clouds of golden hair, tn
face of a woman whom / was destined =
love until died
The night of the reception came.
assembled the marble steps Of Mr. Larr
mer's stately mansion with wildly beai
ing heart, and not long afterward wa
ushered into the grand drawing-room.
! A glittering of jewels, the rustic {
silks and sAtins, lovely faces all arount
and over it all the perfume Of the rare
flowers.
/ Behind screen of bIossomfhg plant
a band Of music was discoursing sweet.
aud as entered they were playing No
Reve.'