Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-11-24

ments you had waded through blood to
secure. With them in your hands, |
dropping your lancet as you went, you
hurried away, Notwithstanding a mo-
ment, Cathcart added-''and with them
in your pocket you fastened to the hos
pital, where you were already overdue,
and with calm hand set mans broken
leg.
''Here are the documents" continued
the old detective, tapping the package he
held in his hand, forged notes and
checks by Harold Parish, and other
proofs of his crimes, the marriage GER
tihcates of Reuben Dorison and Emma
Parish and some other matters"
The poor wretch, completely over
whelmed by the overpowering circum-
stantiality of the proof piled up against
him, gave up resistance.
He laughed, bitter, reckless, despair
ing laugh
Eyes" he said, 'you know all. The
devil himself must have been your in
formant, for you could not have guessed
so correctly. You have other proof be-
hind. 1t is not likely you have exhaust
ed everything yet. l confess it. 1t is
fate. Fate has conquered me. have
tried to live down the first error, but it
has followed me to the end and run me
| down. Lift me into chair. l have
nothing now to conceal
The officer and Cathcart lifted the
man from the floor and placed him in a
| chair.
Dorison, wrought up to the highest
pitch, found himself full of pity for the
| despairing wretch, who had given up all
| hope and ceased to struggle against his
fate.
II might have lived a better life" said
the doctor after he was seated. 81 had
the ability and 1 have already achieved
eminence in my profession. But began
wrong. There is faint in my blood.
The wrong was begun before 1 was born.
The truth is, l come from long line of
criminals. Some men are born to ten
dency to this, that and the other. Twas
to crime. Heredity! You know so much,
know all.
when was a boy, at time my
parents were cast into prison, 1 was
taken from my family, as bad a one as
Indiana ever saw, by charitable man
of Chicago, who, perceiving mental
qualities in me superior to the ordinary
run of boys, educated me. 1 went tc
repaid his kindness by running his
daughteT. That was the first beginning
To escape the consequences of that er.
ror I killed her, not purposely, but the
result was the same, fact discovered
; by a fellow medical student, Harry Far
ish. Then l employed him to assist me
in covering my tracks. He was already
bad, and shortly after, for some petty
offense, had to run away. In Indian
apolis he was detected in another anG
larger crime, and under the name O.
Fortesque was imprisoned. Released
, five years ago. he went to Chicago, I'm
der the name of Harry Langdon, wher'
, he associated himself with band O
} thieves, robbing a bank with the con
nivance of clerk. After this the gans
came to New York. Langdon hunted
me up and began his prosecutions of me
1 weakly submitted to the first threat
and they made me one of the gang il
spite of myself-compelling me to US
my knowledge of the interior of tn
houses 1 visited as a physician, so tina
they could rob them"-
"Ah, the mysterious robberies" sal
Cathcart.
"Growing as was into fame, reach
ing the highest places in my profession
1 became wild, frantic, over this slavery
and made this desperate effort to FIRE
myself
There was rap at the door.
From the force of habit the doctc
cried out:
"Well"
The voice of the attendant was hear
in reply.
doctor, Mr.. Langdon says he mus
n see you on matter that cannot be d.
layed moment"