New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-06-19

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liyid mark Oh the neck, and the hands were
cnchcd as if in "a convulsion OF pain.
There has been something more than mis-
| adventure here" the dead mans son s1id Will
"a shuddeiing respiration. And ! thought my
father was without an enemy In the world. see
some of you, what Is closped In the right hand
With some difficulty Atwood opened the stin
! fingers. and drew from their clasp fragment oil
torn silk The pattern was dull and faded, but
as the searchcr laid it on lis open palm, lac gave
a cry Of establishment.
Great Heavens this is vaughan'slH ne cried
He was wearing scarf Of similar pattern when
he came to my house on the evening Of my poor
masters disappearance. 1t was all pulled up and
dis,Irangcd. and Vaughan was always rldlcu-
! lousy neat in his dress. | remember Rose asking
him how it happened, and Inc made some excuse
All eyes were turned in search Of Vaughan,
but he had Disappeared There was an orllnous
silence as the little gI0up bore the body away up
10 the great house on the hill, where they ionnd
! the police Inspector for the district waiting TO
bear the result Of their search. Another BODY
had been found far down the ravne, and the police
bad come over for the sake of identification.
With a curt gesture Of dismissal, the inspector
sgniiic that hc would bc alone with Mr. FolJambc.
and with a few Stern words as 10 the necessity or
perfect silence, the searchcTs gradually dispersed.
The afternoon wore on slowly, and the factory
clock gave out the hour of three before Rupert
Vaughan found himself standing III Mr. Frank
Foljamhc's Office, confronting that gentleman.
who was supported by the police inspector ana
the two Attwools There was. despite the Young
married.
of features. which seemed 10 paralyzc the new
comers faculties. and 10 set his heart beating
with alarming palpitati0ns.
Il have cent Cor youT Foliambe said distinctly.
on . very painful crrand. You are aware, per-
hape, that the body Of my unhappy father has been
found. That he died by violence there Is no pos
siblc reason to donbt. We are not without a
clcw IL the murderer. since in the right hand OF
the holy We found a fragment Of a scarf which
has been identified rs yours"
Vaughan suddenly raised his hand TO his throat
with choking cry
We have discovered in your rooms the miss
ing article TO which the torn fragment fits en-
acly. In my fathers pockeibook wc have also
discovered a letter from America. in the hand
writing of your accomplicr Smthson. ir which
nc confesSes the plot between you. whereby your
Declarations ana roblcrlcs were arfullN traced 10
young Mr.. Atwood. This information he was
probably conveying TO the injured young man.
who unfortunately. was not at home, when he
met YOU in the ravine or near IL and taxed yOu
with your crime. The letter from America only
arrived by The afternoon post, or probably you
might have heard of il earlier. We do not ask
YOU To say anything in reply only | Thought II
rght that you should know Of what You are
accused
And Of what an I accused ?' Vaughan tskcd
urlicadily.
"Of he murder of Mr. Foliamhc on the night Of
December - last" the Inspector put in quietly.
You wilt consider yourself my prisoner
Vaughan bowed hclpcSSly; he saw no hope
in the ring Of faces, felt no consciousness save
the futtcring pain at his heart \ strange sen
lac knew too we'll the terrible consequences 10
hoiclcssly diseased heart likely 10 arise from
the excitement OF such moment, ! ana II, ne
said in faint. low voicc-"ycs, killed him
followed him mp TO Attwood's house. and directly
heard him peak knew what he lad heard.
Bat | did not care for myself | might have
been beyond arrest before morning. had il not
been for NY love for that old mans daughter.
| am half Spamlard, and only they know
whit love means. Blind and mad. followed my
employer. ] heard his conversation with George
Atwood: ana Il killed him. ! strangci
him in the r1vinc. and hid tie body under
great fat stone. piling otlcr, upon II till the
snow drove away. ! dared not keep away
from Attwood's though had forgotten my torn
scarf. which has betrayed me. did not intend
10 wrong George here; but we-SnIithson and !
had been Specializing. and some one had 10 suffer
Bah. You are wondering why ! am - foolish
as to make such full contest n ! know.
because - lie paused. as q horrible pain, keen
rs knife, shot through his heart Presently.
with white. athy face ana pald lips. he con;
timed painfully: Il am not afraid. | shall
rcvcr leave this room alive. have been
solcmny warned against any Sudden shock, and
this has ovcrpowcr.l me-. killed foamhc aye
! would have killed him twenty times, and
suffered all the agony have gone through hun.
bad set my hfc And when You thinlt. yon have
ne in your grasp | cheat you-thus.H With a
gesture OF despair and defiance; he threw up his
hands. falling pros rate upon the floor with n re-
sounding crash.
Forqctful of his WRONGS BENJAMIN Atwood
raised the motionlcss form, 80 still and silent
- He has fan;cl,n hc said Tie excitement has
been too much
lie is dead" said the inspector solcmnly. as
he laid his hand upon the pul-clcss wrist. The
prisoner las gone before higher tribunal than
ours
There Is new partner in the house OF Fol-
jambc 4 Co. now, whose name J. Aitwnod and
new resident in tie great house the hill, whose
name is Rose. Society and her Equals were dis
p sod al first 10 envy the social prOmoi ion Of the
valley hcauty but rs she bears Ter honOrs 50
a. sore IL
subsidinc. But however long they remain there.
four actors in the drama never likely 20 forget
the great food and It's dramat" sequel For had
il not been ordained the secret of Godfrey Fol
jamLe'- disappearance might have remained "A mys-
terry to the end Of fimc.-iC hambers's Journal.