Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1891-04-30

struggled with was, Of course, Theodore
Parker
@Yes, Theodore seabury, the Doctors
son.
a saw at once that he was agitated by
the prOfoundest emotion. He bent over
the dead man, for he was dead He
wrung his hands, he Wept; he seemed
about TO hasten after the assassin, TO
arouse the house, and then paused with
hollow, hopeless remark.
SWhat was it?"
Il remember IL distinctly. It was:
He has died misjudging me; she has
killed him One will have to suffer for
it. My wife, my father. OH why was
this cruel deed committed?'"
SDid he speak to yOu?"
Christianity. As he saw me he started,
wondered, looked dismayed, and then
remembered the scene on che porticO.
S'Who are your he demanded
"A burglar l answered boldly.
@'You witnessed this deed@
Yes
He seemed 10 reflect, to put this and
that together, and then he said, in a
harsh, constrained voice:
Man, you will get in trouble il you
ever allude TO what you have seen. No
one must ever know the truth about this
affair. If you will aid me to throw JUS
tice of the right track. I will pay you
ten thousand dollars"
@And you agreed?" asked breath
lessly.
ayes.
And he-young Seabury?D
@He reflected and then acted.
aHOW?"
ave removed the body to bed"
@What then?"
ave placed him in a natural position.
Then the young man found phial in a
desk, and poured some of its contents
down the dead mans throat, fixed the
phiaI in the dead mans hand and we,
left. Only he said one word in explana-
ton"
~What was ft?"
Suicide"
was more depressed than ever. The
clear, concise statement Of Cain seemed
true in every particular.
More, it admitted Of proof, for Theo-
dOre Seabury's false story fitted to it in
a way.
To shield the woman he loved. his
wife, he had deceived me, exhibited an
iron nerve and rare powers of dissimula-
ton, and had bribed the burglar to ST.
lence-
where did you go then?" asked.
~To the street. Holdl in the room
where the crime was committed 1 found
the creese."
%The one I first saw in your room?"
Yes"
~Was it the instrument Of deathP"
81 thought so at the time. I even
showed it TO Parker, or young Seabury,
as you call him 1 told him would
keep it until the money was paid to me.
Later"
~Yes, later?n queried, eagerly.
Il knew that it could not be the fatal
weapon.
~And why not9"
because it had no blOod-stains on it. p
allow do you account for its being
there, then?"
@Dr. seabury probably drew it to de-
fend himself"
HAnd the real weapon?"
SThe assassin carried away with her. {"
Worse and wOrsei Every new deyel-
opment shut in the beautiful Leonore
more and more closely 10 her doom
slave you seen Parker since?" asked.
ENoD
@Why not?"
Il was TO wait for a month for the
money"
That was the agreement"
ayes; he said he did not have it then. /"
I am not a rich man. I had some
means. 1 say this because, just then, as
veritably went mad for the moment,
all my actions hinged on the means 1
could command.
Yes, went mad momentarily. Pru-
dence, Judgment, right even, were lost
in an absorbing impulse.
LeonOre, beautiful LeOnore, was a
murderessi
doubted it no longer.
/ saw her dragged to the common jail
by rude hands-her rare beauty Knocked
at, stared at by unfeeling idlers in the
great courtroom of Justice.
l saw the law blind 10 circumstance or
palliating motive.
She had, indeed, killed her guardian,
but in a moment Of insanity-an insan-
ity she could not prove, probably would
not even acknowledge.
Her real ignorance of what she had
done in her insane moments would be to
justice the audacity of hardened guilt.
1t would go i'll with her-she was
doomed.
would save herl I would save her!
At any cost of fidelity. honor, or policy,
1 would rescue this fair creature.
Beside myself with loye-fOr I did
love her, welded wife though she was-I
| cried out, vehemently:
Colonel Cain, I love that wOmani"
"A murderess?"
81 cannot help it. 1 must save her.
I will give you all possess to disappear
from the city at Once-tO afford me an
opportunity TO get her beyond the reach
of a cruel, misjudging law"
Don't try it, DoctOri"
1 started. Cold, clear reason immedi-
ately supervened to fevered delirium as
the strong tones spoke.
And from the shrubbery, his i'm
pressive face telling that he had over
heard all my conversation with Colonel
Cain, the burglar, stepped Abner Ketch-
am, the detective.