Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-12

calmly and deliberately, as though every word hS said was not black lie and he did not know it.
 "And of what charge do you accuse meF I ask as coolly as he.
 '"The murder Of my wife, Madeline Langton, from Jealousy because sho j.itod you"
 ''YVs a lie" say passionateiy, for to hear him thus unite Madohne's name with his drives me frantic ''It's lie and you know 1t. Pedro, your servant did Shs deed"
 flower my voice for fear my loud tones should reach my darling's ears, and while would give worlds to end this awful sus- pense pray fervently she may not re- cover consciousness If she does we arc lost. At any risk win keep her and this man apart; nay, l will let the police take me, and try me for the charge of which he accuses me-false as 1t is: aye rather die the disgraceful death than let him know she lives,
 "Pedro," repeats Sir Philip. coldly. "Pedro, you say. The police think other wise, but you shall tell them your view of the matter"
 "You yillian," say. "rf one of us be hung for murder it will be you, not \. l know all about the plot against Lady 1sobePs life, and"
 .'Why waste your time Tn idle ravingsr" ssAA0 AO oIA4lNS0 CONAAy' AS ID \ H AO hA00S She charge, not you"
 "But you know your servant did the deed"
 ''1 know no such thing, and unfortu- natelY before he died he made no comics sion; he had no time, poor wretch"
 "'No," says a clear voice, which makes us both start (whers have I heard those commanding accents before2b and we turn to see in the doorway leading from the garden. a tall cloaked figure standing ! a silent witness to our interview. "No," | says the voice. He made no confession | in this matter he had none to make; 1t Is I who live who must confess as do, and will before the world. that Madeline Oak ley died by my hand"
 ThundsBtruok stand, while cool as | ever Sir Philip scans the yelled figure 1 from head to foot and the words, "Who I arS you?" rise to his lips but are never uttered, for to my terror l hear 8 sounl | behind me, and 8 second voice says softly ''WhO says I am deadI No no. only slept. | am alive now. My love has come and awoke. Lecnardp-and needless of all else my darling Is at my side. A sudden l cry-a sound of some one as it were, ohok- | ing, is heard 1t is not from Sur Philip. l He has turned once more. He does not start, nor scarcely look astonished when he sees Madeline. He smiles as coolly as | ever.
 'So, 90" he says, 'this is the trick you have played me. came here to charge you with murder, 1t Is to re- claim from you my wife 1 remain" 1 grows aShy pale and clings to me in sud- | den terror. She remembers all only too l we'll
 l ''Yes," says the villain, advancing to- wards her where we stand, I fairly at bay my arms closely holding her-one fixed l deteTInipAtion in my mtnd-not even be now shall take her from me, "Yes, Sir Philip, see you have not forgotten | your-huSband.~
 'No," says that cleaY ringing voice l again-and the strange form 6 again in | the doorway-the voice raised to a perfect | shout which thrills me to the very soul for Hecan suddenly where and when I heard it before. 'No, never that while live, Philip LAngton" And while can scarce believe my ears. before my eyes are proofs I cannot dispute. The dark figure advances into the room, the thick veil is | raised, and-good Heavens can l believe | my eyesf-Has the grave a second time given up its deadf Am 1 awake or dreaming, or is 1t Lady Isobel Langton's face which looks down upon us as we stand spellboundi Yes, 1t is Lady Isobel, the same, and yet how changedl Nc wonder I scarcely recognize her. Here | are L00 kALno DShuCAA AOdCuESnr DuS hO VI grown haggard and drawn; the same beautiful eyes, now sunken and grown dim as though with much weeping while the proud mouth is drawn with lines of care, which wrinkle the broad forehead, from which the locks of ofluxuriant hair are pushed carelessly back-no longer black and glossy, but white as snow."
 Yes changed, but beautiful still. This is none other than Lady Isobel
 know 1t, Madeline knows it, and Sir Philip knowe 1t, too.
 The smile on his face dies away, and leaves it colorless. Then 8 crimson flush mounts in its place. He bounds forward with cry.