Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-04

Iong-winded tale, when did he persuade Madeline to marry himP'
 ''I can't quite say. At first Sir Philip used to shut himself up in his study, and there was no getting at him. He got more sOciable after a bit, used to try and cheer up Miss Madeline; then they got to be more together. He never did anything without asking her opinion; they used to talk . good bit about milady as is gone, and then one day he comes in with her from a walk fn the woods. and he eays to me, quiet-hke, Margaret, Miss Madeline has consented to be more than 8 sister to me. Will you be the first to wei come her as your new mistress, to follow not to replace the one who is goner He says this last very solemnly and kisses Miss Madeline on the forehead, and as he does so I noticed she was trembling. so that she crushed @ white rose in her hand. and all the petals fall over my tidy room, and had to sweep them up."
 And between them and the night of the ball did you notice anything singular in Miss Madoiine's mannerf"
 No; she was very quiet, and not as merry as she used to be; but I supposed she was getting more of a woman."
 "And what sort of a lover did Sir Philip makep"
 Ahl the bitterness in that word dover"
 'Just as devoted as could be, and used to say as how 1t was pity Miss Madeline did not try him bit more. She used to leave everything to him-never had word for herself but just let him do as he pleased. It was his wish to have all these grand doings for the wedding, and she said nothing against it. But l know she did not like 1t she was a-thinking of Lady Isobel-for only on that morning was a-laying out her dress she was to be married in-suoh a lovely satin, sent straight from Paris-and she stood by, looking white and solemn. couldn't quite make her out; and when put the jewels alongside the flowers and the rest T held them up for her to see, the beauti- ful diamond necklace and all, she seized my arm. l haven't got to wear that, have IY' she asks in a queer voice. I shall feel as though its choking meas though, Iso's dead hand is on my throat' And then, suppose at the mention of that name they loved each other 50, you know-she flung herself on her knees at the couch, and burying her head in the satin, as though 1t were @ pillow, cried as though her heart would break. did my best to paci1y her, but it wasn't no good, until I said as how I thought heard Sir Philip a-coming down the passage. Then she sprang up-afraid, suppose to let him think that after all his kindness she was unhappy. Don't let him know I've been so silly she says, and then as he went by the door she smoothed the satin dress with her fingers, and says with dreamy look in her eyes and queer little laugh, 1t looks like shroud--doesn't it. MargaretT .Lor', miss,' 1 said. you're fun of queer fancies to- day. Yea she says 1t does look like @ shroud, and there's the flowers too; but not the tewels-they don't put them on dead people Nurse, when die don't let them put any on me, mind; say hated jewels; only howerA. Yee, 1t is like a shroud.' Then in a lower tone of voice, perhaps as I shouldn't hear-tHow I wish 1t werer Just then Sir Philip called her and she went out of the room with that queer look stin on her face. And she'd spoken the truth the master says she's to be buried in her wedding clothes, and the flowers are a1l there as she said Poor dear lamb-poor dear lambP'
 And having already several times dur Ing her story broken down, the old woman now gave way entirely, and fairly sobbed out her grief. could now give vent to mine. The excitement was gone I was oRlm-very calm. scarcely knew my self
 HMagaret" said. do you believe I murdered Madeline that night, with my own handr"
 A fearful but indignant reply in the negative was given.
 "HAd she any enemiesf"
 'INot as I know of, unless it was Pedro he always seemed to think her proud but"
 ''He would have no object in doing this. Then Sir Philip-netther would he." Thus calmly resolve this weighty question, trying to keep from my mind a conviction which was gradually rising in my mind At last found courage to put it into words Margaret" asked, facing her un- flinchinRly, do you think this is murder | or-efter what you say-do you think that Madeline had any reason to-wish to dieP
 .'To kill hersehP'' aaid the old woman. "Oh, sir, how can you be so crueif" "I am not so, Margaret This affair needs calmly looking into. am doing 1t, l that is all We'll, what do you thinkF' Miss Madoline was happy, sir-at least ! there was DO cause foS her not being so : 1 so what reaeon would she haVep Besides, 1 SO long as Eve known her she has always 1 been most fearful of death You remem- her how much she was afraid about youP'' Was likely to foHRet iEt Yst, tn spite of old Margaret s, endeavoss oo convince 1 me to the contrary, the one idea m my ! mind was that driven by troubles of which under the spell-it could be nothing else- of that serpent. Sir Philip my darling had been Led to take the one way Of escape 1 open Co her.
 1 How calmly had come to IooA upon her deathi How steadily set myself to work to decide upon imy course cf cotton 1
 In my mind one tdea'wR dxed-sooner or
 later the day of reckoning for Sir Philip | Langton and uRe should come For thA l present he accused me of this murder, and even in the brief review had given t* I
 knew thSt upon the slight evidence he
 had collected there was sufficient around
 for my guilt to be established Even
 should I risk thfs. as was half de-
 termined to do, the real villain.
 was he murderer or DUt-SH Philip-
 might escape me or a& least desexoy
 the proofs of his basenssa So then de.
 termlned to probe the mystery to the bot
 tom, clear my daEling's Mfe.-or rather
 death-from the stain of suicide if I could,
 and revenge myself upon that arch.
 scoundrel
 The rapidity with wh4uh my determine R-