The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1890-03-22

! lips moved as though she strovs 10
speak, but no sound came.
You have come to tell me" / said
tie words su2gestingly. to help her.
Yes, but | am In great troub e., she
answered, almost In whisper. You
wife refuses me permission to explain"
You felt bound to ask her first?'
Yes. l was bound"
Then let the matter rest. l want NJ
explanation. l have seen AMI know
enough.
But DR.. Gascoigne says the time ha
come when the truth can no longer be
concealed, she said, looking at me sadly
and wistfully, but spe,king in firmel
voice. He is here now, AMI if YOU will
not listen to Inc he insists on explaining
everything himself"
In that case / will hear you," / said
constrainedly.
And she went on:
"On the morning Of the day she died,
Mrs. Hargreave contided to me secret
little suspectipg | already knew it. To
prevent your discovering it | went a.
your wife's request, in the same train as
you 10 Leicestershire. II was dis
guised. You could not recognize me- l
followed You TO Tom Titles, and arrive I
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 tn II
terrible catastrophe took place Miss Hnr-
greave was-that. alas, for years, she
had been at times
For heavens sake. don't seek to splre
| IaUln ri hot
was tricked into marrying 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 contidepc
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 year ago; a 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 lie t you should discover the sad
truth made that hope almost certainty
But lately she has baffied all our efforts
for her good
Last night Dr. Gascoigne found her
III most unsatisfactory state, but she
yielded to his entreatv 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" Edn. said and. sinking her
voice almost to a whisper, added, hers is
dipsomanla periodic drunkenness-in-
herited from"
Traitress!" cried voice that rang
through the room.
At the same moment there was sharp
report, a smoke, low stified cry, and
Edna sank forward against my shoulder.
The arras was raised at the very spot
had been SO near investlg iting, and in the
shadow of 1t stood my wife, the revolver
just fired still smoking in her hand. With
an expression of terr Die mnlignity on her
face. she held it pointed III the same
direction. Her finger was on the trigger.
She Was about to discharge Il second
barrel.
l wound my arms round Edna. Bend
lnS over her, strove to cover her with
my body. Thus shielding henry fasc:-
mated gaze fixed on the pistol saw my
wife suddenly alter the position of her
weapon. She put the muzzle to her own
forehead, fired, and fell like a log upon
the floor.
Georgie, my wife, dead. Edna, my
love, had sunk fainting in my arms
And bere-so far, at least, as | feel
bound TO make it public-the tragic drama
of my life is ended